Chapter 10

"Lillian, get back here now. Oh, help me, moon goddess" Someone help me before I decide to kill and bury Lillian's corpse in a well-hidden place where her body would never be found.

I was peacefully trying to get my thought together after seeing Lawrence with that redhead girl eating each other's lips.

While enjoying and feasting on my favorite ice cream, this girl called Lillian Clifford snatched my bundle of joy away, and right now, I am searching the whole mansion looking for her.

"When I get you, you are so dead," I say maliciously, yelling, but unfortunately for me, I strip over my own feet and then bumped into a wall, no, not a wall, but I bumped into a hard chest.

I feel the firmness and well-defined six-pack, and from the sparks and waves of disgust(pleasure) that travels through me, sending an unwanted image into my mind tells me I just bumped into the big-headed Lycan king.

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Lawrence, a presumptuous asshole.

I close my eyes waiting to meet the cold head floor and to feel the pain from the fall after he pulls my hand from his chest, but it never came. Instead, I was held up by my waist, which caused sparks to flow through my body, enhancing more of the unwanted pressure and images drifting through my mind.

I blink my eyes open to meet hazel eyes looking back at me with lethargy before stepping away from his hold, nervously missing the heat radiating from his hand on my waist. "Sorry," I say shyly, covering my cheek with my hair feeling the hotness of my cheek.

What wrong with me? I never blush. This must be the bond trying to mess with my skull. Yes, it must be because I am never like this.

"no problem, I need to have a serious conversation with you in my office," he orders coldly, studying my body language.

What a louse. He turns away from me, taking the direction towards his office.

Seeing I wasn't making any move to go with him, he turns around, looking at me with a raised eyebrow" you don't get to order me around," I say with a hard stare. That good keep it up.

"I am your king, so you have to obey my every order," he asserts, giving me a formidable look.

I scoff "no, I don't have to, ask politely, or I am not moving an inch from this spot towards your office," I say, crossing my hands over my chest in an aggressive posture meeting his gaze head-on.

I don't know how long we stood there glaring at each other, waiting for who will back down first, and I am sure I won't be the one.

He broke eye contact looking frustrated " okay, please come with me, " he says, groaning.

"That was okay, " I say with an attitude earning a growl.

Will I sound like a hypocrite if I say I love the sound of him growling?

I guess I am a hypocrite, then.

" lead the way. I don't have all day to spend doing nothing," I say, smirking, gaining satisfaction from his distress.

With him leading the way, we reach a large door. He pushes the door open before walking in with me trailing behind him.

I am wowed by the beauty of his good furniture office and vastly spacious.

This place is decorated to perfection. I can't believe the size of this place; it's like having a living room, an office, a dining room just in one space "sit, we need to talk about us," he says, pointing between him and me.

"yes," I say, making myself comfortable sitting in front of his desks.

He surveyed me for a few minutes before speaking,'' see, I don't want this, but ..."

" want what?" I question, cutting him off.

He sends me a glare " I will not reject you because it will kill both of us..." Knowing his next few sentences, I block him out. I wasn't expecting him to say these things.

Don't get me wrong, but is he willing to let his true mate go because of a self-obsessed girl.

He has been the king. I expected more from him, but I won't complain he is helping me because my freedom is more important to me than a dominant protective Alpha male.

"so, do you understand anything I just explained," he questions emotionlessly, cutting through my thoughts.

His gaze on me is so intense, making me squirm on my seat. "I don't need a mate either, so don't worry about anything. I will stay out of your way, and you can do whatever you like with your sluts" I say angrily, disguising my fear and pain pushing through my heart from both his words and mine.

"I wasn't expecting much from you but are you a swine to let me suffer the pain of this bond while you flaunt around with your slut?" I ask, feeling disappointed.

Not waiting for his reply, I left his office, banging his door shut, making sure to hear a crack.

"What a mutt, I will let him know that I don't need him, I will let him know that I am an independent woman, "I utter, giving encouraging words to myself.

I decide to continue my search by heading towards the movie room.

Reaching there, I found Lillian and Anderson sitting in the love seat watching a TV show while Jack sits on the armchair screwing through his phone.

"hi, guys," I say, sitting lazily on the armchair closer to Jack.

"what have you been up to?" Lillian inquires innocently, wiggling her eyebrows.

"don't you ask me that after you ran away with my ice cream, " I say, glaring at her while Anderson smiles, playing with the tip of her hair.

"Sorry about that," she says, not even a little bit sorry " it was the last one remaining. I was too lazy to go buy another one," she says, pouting.

" whatever, I accept your apology," I say, looking at the TV Show that was playing on the plasma.

I watch the TV show with them laughing at Jack, who keeps shouting at the TV. He is a reserved and funny guy when you get to know him.

But as they saw, the first impression always matters.

And for me, I watch them with amusement with a newfound respect for them. After some time, we got hungry and went to the dining room for dinner.

You see, it is a tradition we eat dinner together, and the pack eats separately, but because we came here has a guest we are allowed to eat with Royals, weird if you ask me.

Today has been somewhat a fun day even with having a foolhardy king for a mate.