The Alpha King's Tribrid Mate novel Chapter 42

Nicolette's POV

"Stop," Malcom yelled as he watched Zaine lift his hand at Denali. She flinched and pushed back into the wall as far as she could to protect her body from being injured by her mate.

Malcom moved quickly across the room and grabbed his father's arm and pulled it away from Denali. Zaine let our a growl and hit Malcom to the ground. Then his other hand struck Denali across the face.

I jolted awake to a loud thunderstorm sending bullets of rain but the window. A sharp pain went through my neck. The memories from the morning flood back in.

A crack of lightning split the sky and lit up the night, followed by a thunderous boom that made my wolf whine. My wolf hated storms which was the exact opposite of me, considering I love storms. I can't think when it's too quiet, it makes me to nervous, so the loud storms help me think.

I heard a voice from outside of my room door as I run my hand over the mark gently. Malcom was outside, I could sense it. His smell was more enticing than ever. I felt him outside, I felt the bond stirring. It was stronger and wanted more.

I let him mark me. His mark is on my neck for everyone to see. His memories appeared as my dreams. I wondered if he saw my memories too, what I've been through living in secrecy.

The room smelled like lust between two wolves, Malcom and I. When I first met him, I couldn't imagine lusting for him but now, I don't know. I wouldn't say I love him yet

though.

The door cracked open and Malcom walked in and shut the door. He looked up from the door handle and looked at me.

"You're awake," he states. I nod and rub my fingers over the mark again. It would scar over leaving to wrinkled patches of skin but for now it scabbed over. I looked at the clock and it was four in the morning.

"How long have I been sleeping?" I ask him. I would have assumed only a few hours since it's now dark.

"A day and a half," he mutters.

"What?" I question. I spent a day and a half going through all of Malcom's memories of his father. How much did he see from my memories? Does he know how broken I am?

"I can hear your thoughts now," his voice startled me. I glare at him and he just chuckles. He climbs into his side of the bed. I feel his fingers run over his mark. I bite back a gasp as the sparks were intensified.

"I-I needs to prepare," I stutter as I try to get out of bed but he wrapped his arms around my waist and kept me in place.

"Prepare for what?" He questions me. I had lost a day to prepare for whatever was coming on the 30th. 5 days, 5 days left to prepare for what was to come. "You're crazy if you're going to go out at four to prepare for the mystery attack."

"Then you obviously don't know how crazy I am," I roll my eyes. I needed to go back and heal those royal guards.

"They're sleeping you can do that in the morning," Malcom says through our link that we now share. I slap his shoulder and glare at him.