The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 39

Lyra kept her eyes glued to the window, watching the outside through the tinted glass. She could feel Julian’s gaze on her face more than a few times, but she fought the urge to look at him.

The air in the car was heavy with tension. Nobody said anything. And that was just fine with Lyra. There was nothing to say, after all. He had said all he wanted to say, and he was doing as he had said. She was not going to be pathetic and say anything.

She was here as a member of the King’s Guard, not as his mate. She wished she felt like that. Instead, it felt like she was being forcibly dragged to hell.

It was supposed to be the happiest day of her life for having landed such a job. A job that she never would have thought she could get even in her wildest dream. She wished she could push everything else away and bask in the feeling of a new beginning and a promising future. Instead, here she was, miserable because of a male who was not worth it.

Lyra looked at her wristwatch, calculating how much longer they would be on the road. She groaned internally when she noticed it had just been five minutes since the last time she checked her watch, and there was still two hours until they reached their destination.

How on earth she was going to survive the next two hours, she couldn’t–

“Shit!” she cursed as the car swerved suddenly and then came to a sudden stop. The sudden momentum threw her from her seat and towards Julian’s side. He wrapped his hands around her as she settled in his lap.

Over the intercom, the driver informed them that there was an obstacle on the road and that it would take a few minutes to clear it.

Lyra hurried to scramble off Julian’s lap, but he tightened his hold around her waist. He dropped his head and nuzzled the side of her neck, running the tip of his nose along her skin.

“What do you think you are doing?” she asked sharply. She hated her body’s instant reaction to being so close to him–heart racing and skin tingling–but she was going to die before she gave him any indication of the effect he had on her.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked against her skin, his warm breath washing over her skin. He moved one hand beneath her uniform jacket and pulled her shirt, untucking it from her pants.

“Stop!” she snapped, reaching for his hand and pushing it away.

He let her go, but only to grab her chin seconds later. He turned her face towards him. “Haven’t you missed me?” he asked.

For the first time that day, she really looked at him. Was he crazy? Or, was he suffering from memory loss? “We are on our way to fetch your future queen,” she said, because it seemed that he needed a reminder.

“And?” he asked nonchalantly, stroking her jaw with his thumb. “What’s that got to do with this?”

She clenched her teeth. What a psycho. “Let go of me,” she demanded.

His eyes moved from her eyes to her lips, up and down again. Tightening his grip on her chin, he kept her from pulling back as he pressed his lips to hers. Lyra kept her lips pressed together and pushed his shoulders.

When he realised she wasn’t going to let him in, he pulled back and released her. Lyra shot off his lap and scrambled back to her seat. Shooting him an angry glare, she started fixing her uniform.

Julian sat back in his seat and threw one leg over the other lazily. “Aren’t you going to do anything about it?”

“About what?” she snapped, no longer avoiding his gaze–or trying to act professionally. She made a show of wiping her lips with the back of her hand with a disgusted look on her face.

Julian’s lips curled in a condescending smirk. “Me going to get my future queen. I thought you’d grab that chance to remind me that I’m your mate. Have you finally given up your delusion of becoming my queen?”

Lyra’s hands curled into fists. She really had been stupid and foolish. To think that she had actually started believing that he cared about her! Now, not only was he humiliating her in this way and completely disregarding her, but he was also mocking her while at it. She wanted to be so angry that she didn’t feel the hurt that was crawling inside her, but the pain won.

The car was still stationary, so she reached for the door and pushed it open. She alighted and shut the door behind her, checking her surroundings. All the other cars in the convoy had also stopped and were waiting.

Without hesitating, she walked over to the car behind and opened the back door. Zero was inside, alone and using his tablet.

“I’ll join you,” she told him, climbing into the car without waiting for his response.