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The black panther’s fur was soft beneath her; Rosalie lay draped over his warm back, feeling waves of heat rise under her and even catching the steady thud of his heartbeat.
With that soothing rhythm in her ears, Rosalie slowly let her eyes drift shut.
When she woke again, the sky was already dimming; Rosalie blinked her eyes open to find a dark silhouette sitting silently at her bedside.
Focusing, she saw Leon holding a bowl in both hands, the medicine inside long since gone cold.
She tried to move, only to realize her injured arms were wrapped so carefully and thickly in beast-hide bandages she could barely twitch them.
Staring at Leon’s rigid, silent back, she pushed herself up and asked in a hoarse little voice, “Leon … have you been sitting here this whole time?”
Her throat was so dry that every word came out rough and rasping.
Leon picked up a bowl of water, filled the spoon, and brought it carefully to Rosalie’s lips.
“No need, I can drink it myself!”
Rosalie protested, but the spoon stayed stubbornly at her mouth.
She parted her lips and obediently swallowed a few spoonfuls, finally feeling her throat ease a little.
Clack.
The bowl bumped against the table; Leon picked up the now-cold medicine, dipped another spoonful, and held it to her mouth with a clipped command. “Drink.”
The bittersweet scent of the decoction curled under her nose; Rosalie wrinkled her brow, turned her head away from the spoon, and stared at Leon. “What is going on with you?”
Leon was acting really strange; from the instant she’d woken up, he’d done nothing but stare at her without a word.
His whole demeanor felt distant, wrapped in that same chill she’d seen the very first time they
met.
Bang!
Leon snatched up the bowl, tipped a mouthful of medicine between his own lips, and slammed
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the bowl back down on the table, his anger written clear in the sharp sound.
Then, he cupped the back of Rosalie’s head, crushed his mouth down on hers, and forced the warm medicine past her lips.
The sharp, bitter liquid slid down Rosalie’s throat; she stared at him, wide-eyed and stunned, their faces so close she could see every flicker in his gaze.
Leon’s eyes were open too, his expression dark and shadowed, a banked fury burning underneath as his hot breath fanned across Rosalie’s neck.
They stared at each other in a charged, locked intimately until Leon finally let go; Rosalie clutched the blanket to her chest and scrambled back toward the corner of the bed, flustered and panicking.
“Wait!
“What are you doing?
“What are you mad about?”
Rosalie might be slow on the uptake sometimes, but even she could tell Leon was seriously off.
Leon still didn’t answer. He lifted the bowl and downed the rest of the medicine, then climbed onto the bed on his knees, closing the distance in two strides until Rosalie’s back hit the wall and he was looming over her.
He pressed his mouth to hers again, forcing the remaining medicine into her mouth.
When the fierce “feeding” finally ended, Leon still didn’t move away; he stayed half-kneeling on the bed, long frame braced, his tall, solid shadow wrapping completely around Rosalie.
The air between them was thick with his raw, masculine heat; the outer corners of his usually cold, sharp eyes had gone red, and his voice shook.
“Matriarch … no matter what I do, you still can’t accept me, can you?
“You’d rather bring another beastman into the house, get hurt for him… than actually choose
Leon’s whole body was trembling as he looked at her, his gaze heavy with grief.
Rosalie’s heart lurched painfully; she rushed to protest, “That’s not what this is!”
But Leon stripped off his shirt without answering; Rosalie slapped her hands over her eyes, yet through her fingers she could still see the old scars crisscrossing his solid chest.
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