The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161

Chapter 161

Troy

After Julie came into my house, it was not me who felt calmer. It was Noir. My wolf was no longer raging inside my head like he had been for ages.

The way he had reacted to Julie’s wolf in the forest kept replaying in my mind. I was petrified by the way Noir showed his submission and protectiveness to Julie’s wolf. It was like my fierce wolf had turned into a Pomeranian puppy that had found its owner after being lost.

When I got up in the morning, somehow, I was calm. Noir was not pacing or growling. Instead, he felt… playful. I could sense him rolling around in his space, pleased and relaxed, like a puppy lying in warm sunlight. That made my jaw tighten.

I got out of bed early, before the sun had fully risen because I didn’t want to risk running into Julie in the hallway or the kitchen. I took a quick bath, dressed fast, and planned to leave the house without making a sound.

When I entered the kitchen, I ended up making breakfast for Julie. But it was because she wouldn’t know where anything was kept.

As I was setting the food in the fridge, another thought came to me. Julie would go to the hospital soon. Worry settled thinking that rogues might attack her. Not her. The Luna of the pack. I took out my phone and sent a message to the hospital admin.

I would find the rogues in a week, kill every last one of them and once the threat was gone, she could go back to her apartment and out of my house. The thought of her leaving prickled, but I pushed it away. I couldn’t tolerate her presence in my home.

At the training arena, my usual aggression was at bay. The pack members looked at me with open surprise.

Brandon walked up to me with a grin. “Looks like the Alpha is losing his edge,” he joked lightly.

I scowled at him. “Get back to training.” I told him sharply.

He laughed and walked away, winking. From the arena, I went straight to my office where I forced myself to focus on reports and patrol schedules. But Noir nudged my mind again and again, urging me to go back. He wanted to be near her, to watch her and protect her. I pushed him back with great effort. I had spent months distancing myself from her.

When a message came from Julie my heart jumped before I could stop it. For one terrible second, I thought something had happened to her. I opened the message quickly only to find that she was fucking angry. I stared at the screen, then let out a slow breath. As long as she was safe and, in my home. I didn’t have to reply to her.

Moreover, I was the Alpha of the pack. I didn’t have to apologize.

The rest of the day dragged on. Usually, I went home after midnight but today I found reasons to stay busy. I inspected patrols, checked records twice, thrice, I even attended a meeting that Brandon could have handled alone. Anything was better than going home and facing her too early.

But I gritted my teeth when I found myself standing in front of my house at seven in the evening.

How did I get here so fast?

I breathed in deeply. Her scent was everywhere now. It mixed with mine in a way that made Noir stir happily again.

‘Stop it!‘ I growled at my wolf. ‘Behave like a grown–up adult.’

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Chapter 161

‘I want my mate, he whined like a puppy.

God damn it.

The moment I opened the door, I noticed the main room was dark. My heart skipped when I saw her huddled on the conich I reached for the light and switched it on.

Julie was sitting there, curled into herself. When the light filled the room, she lifted her head. Our eyes met, and she blinked. “Troy?” Her face looked swollen, and her lips looked soft and puffed, like a child who had been crying for a long time.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded, but I knew she was lying. My eyes moved around the room. The house looked… spic and span. For a second, something warm rose in my chest. Then anger followed, because did she touch my room? There were too many personal things in there.

“How dare you touch my room?” I snapped.

Her eyes widened slightly, hurt flashing in them.

Ignoring it, I stormed to my room. I hated the thought that she might have touched Millie’s things, her memories. That she might have moved her photos or cleaned her space.

But when I opened the door, I froze. Nothing was touched. The photos were still where they had been. The room was exactly as I had left it.

My anger faded. Realization settled in my chest that she had cleaned the house but hadn’t stepped into my room. She must have done it on purpose because she respected that space.

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