Chapter 22

KATE POV:

This feels so good. My bed has never been so comfortable as this one. I could just stay like this forever. This room is filled with the most addictive scent ever.

I sniff the air feeling content, and I raise my hand trying to reach for my phone on the nightstand. Instead, a hard wall electrifies me, sending sparks through me.

"I can see you are awake," a voice says huskily.

This comfy bed can even speak. I sigh loudly, rolling towards the voice.

"Am I in heaven?" I ask nobody in particular. "I can stay like this forever," I say, running my hand along the wall, and sparks send pleasure and warmth through my body.

Wait a minute. I only feel sparks when I am in contact with Lawrence.

I jerk off the bed, falling on the cold, hard floor with a loud thud before groaning from the impact. "Oh, Moon Goddess, that hurts so bad," I say rubbing my head and butt.

"Are you alright?" I look up to see Lawrence staring at me while forcing his smile back.

"You? What are you doing in my room?" I ask, shocked and glaring at him. "Wait a minute. This is not my room," I say, scanning the room with my eyes.

This place is beautifully decorated in black and grey with a white and orange couch on the right side of the room. There are very large glass windows and a small table in the middle and the whole place smells like Lawrence.



Okay, enough of this. Back to the topic at hand.

"Why am I in your room?"

This guy has the nerve to bring me to his room after acting disgusted by me. Oh, Moon Goddess, was I kidnapped by him? Isn't this the part where he tries to strangle me with the covers or locks me away from my loved ones?

"Yes," he says casually like it's okay for me to be in this room. He has a raised eyebrow and an arrogant smirk on his sexy lips from sensing my panicked state.

I am being so dramatic right now. "Anyway, I am leaving right now," I say, getting up from the floor before walking towards the door with his eyes following my movements.

A voice rang through the room making me stop in my tracks before turning to find his eyes on me.

"You can't leave like that," he says matter-of-factly, looking me over with lustful eyes.

I look down to find that I am only wearing a black hoodie that stops at my knees. It isn't mine, and from the smell and size, it belongs to Lawrence.

"Please don't tell me you were the one to change my clothes," I say as I blush in embarrassment and check if my undies are in place.

"Yes I did," he says smiling mischievously with amusement.

No, he saw me naked. Oh, Moon Goddess, just kill me right now. "This is so embarrassing," I whisper, covering my face with my hands before turning away from his mocking eyes.

Right now know I am as red as a tomato from this embarrassment, but I remove my hands from my face and turn to glare at him.

"I am only joking. Lillian was the one who undressed you," he says, grinning like he won a trophy. "You look cute when you blush," he says, winking at me.

"You are a jerk," I say, glaring at him. " Where is your bathroom?" I cross my hands over my breast.

"Over there," he says pointing at a door. "I will send Lillian to get you your clothes."

"Okay," I say, making my way towards the bathroom.

The bathroom has a white bathtub and shower.



I got the tub ready before I walked towards the sink and mirror, checking my injuries from the fight. It doesn't hurt that much but the marks are still visible with badges covering them. I should remember to thank him for taking care of me.

I brush my teeth with a new toothbrush I find by the sink before stripping and getting into the tub. I wash my hair with his shampoo.

"Your clothes are here," Lawrence says from outside the door before coming in, placing the clothes on the sink, and leaving without stealing a glance my way.

I chose to ignore him. I got out of the tub to drain the water out before getting dressed in black high-waisted jeans and a black top, leaving my hair to dry naturally.

I pull the bathroom door open to find Lawrence at the edge of the bed going through some files.

"You will be with me throughout today and tomorrow," he says without looking my way.

"Why would I do that?" I ask with raised eyebrows while walking towards him. This guy is something else...caring all of a sudden. Maybe Ma told him the reason for my pain yesterday.

"Because you are too weak to be on your own and you can't protect yourself," he says, patting a space on his bed for me to take a seat.

"I am okay by myself, and why do you care? We both know you don't give a fuck about me," I say, coldly refusing to sit anywhere near him.

"I care for you," he says, staring into my eyes before pulling me onto his lap.

"You have a good way of showing it. Keep it up," I say sarcastically, trying to get off him, which only makes him tighten his hold on me.

"Trust me, I care. I am sorry for what I said to you. I was just confused," he says, touching my arms and making me tense.

I search his eyes to see any hint of him pretending but there is only sincerity.

Tiara would give him a chance. I could do the same. "Okay, but you have to work for it," I say, smirking and wrapping my hands around his neck.

"Anything you want, just ask and it will be done," he says triumphantly.

"First. I want my favorite ice cream, " I say, mischievously biting my lip to hide the smile creeping up.

"What's your favorite ice cream?" he asks with amusement in his eyes.

"Oh, Lawrence you have to find that out yourself," I say smirking.

"Women and their demands," he mumbled under his breath. He grins widely. "Okay, then I better go get it," he says, pulling me up before leaving the room and leaving me to my thoughts.

I lie on the bed with a loud sigh and a wide smile on my lips, feeling all girly while staring at the ceiling in boredom.

"Kate, how are you doing?" comes the high-pitched voice of Becca and Lillian.

"Fine, as you can see," I say, sitting cross-legged on the bed while Becca and Lillian take a seat comfortably on the couch.

"So, you and Lawrence are together now?" Lillian asks, grinning widely and getting straight to the point, as always.

She looks happier than me. If only I knew what I was feeling. "Not really," I say casually.

"Stop that. I know something is going on because the cold-hearted Alpha King I know does not smile so wide the way I just saw him when he walked out of this room," she says amused.

"I am serious. Nothing is going on," I say with a sign.

"Let it be. Kate won't tell us anything," Becca says smiling.

"Have you talked to Ethan about your heat?" I ask, changing the subject.

Her cheeks turn red. "Look, she's blushing. Something must have happened between them. Tell us," Lillian urges teasingly.

" come on now tell us," I say blinking my eyelashes teasingly at her.

"We made love yesterday. He was so gently sweet and—"

"We ask you to tell us not to go into details," I say, cutting her off. I really don't want that image stuck in my head.

"I don't mind you going into details," Lillian says, smirking.

"Becca, are you alright? Your face and neck look so red," I say, staring at her, concerned, and knowing the reason why.

"Anyway, I am so happy for you, Becca," Lillian says grinning happily.

"What's that on your neck?" I say, looking at her neck, which has the shape of two wolves.

"He marked you. Wow, my friend, you are officially among the mated group," Lillian says jumping happily.

"Calm down. You look happier than me, and do they actually call it the mated group?" Becca asks, laughing.

They both laugh happily before deciding on asking the question on my mind. "I have been meaning to ask you this question, Becca," I say, waiting for her to give me permission to continue. "You know Ethan is the soon-to-be Alpha, and since you are his mate that means you are the soon-to-be Luna," I say cautiously, "so after his training, you will be going with him to his pack, right?" I ask, looking everywhere but her.

"Yes I will be going with him, but he is taking me to his pack next week to meet his parents and pack," she says grinning happily.

I glance at Lillian to see her frowning. Why is she frowning? She should be happy, not sad.

"I will miss you so much," she says holding back tears in her eyes.

"I will miss you too. His pack is not even far from here, so I can always visit," she says trying to brighten the mood.

"I know but it's not the same," she says, letting the tears run down her cheeks.

"Kate is here to keep you company," she says, wiping the tears from Lillian's eyes.

"You know you are more like an older sister to me and Kate is more like a little sister. Also, Kate is boring to be with," she says dramatically sobbing for all she's worth.

"You are only senior to me with 2 months and Becca is older than you by a week. And for your information, I am not boring," I say, glaring at her. "I am the most fun-loving friend you could ever have," I say matter-of-factly.

"You are so boring!" they both shout.

What a way to support a friend. "Okay, I get it. I am boring, but the point here is you have one year together and can't waste it crying over your loss," I say to them like they are five-year-olds.

"You are right," Becca says nodding.

"Okay, we're going out," she yells at the top of her lungs before glancing my way. "Sorry Kate, you can't come with us because Lawrence gave us orders not to let you go anywhere," she says giving me a sympathetic look.

I hate when someone gives me that look because I have lived my whole life with people giving me a look of sympathy.

"Stop that," I say harshly.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"That look of sympathy," I say, getting comfortable on the bed.

"Sorry?" she says.

I choose to ignore them as they say goodbye before leaving the room.

After a few more minutes of boredom, I hear the door opening. I glance up to see who came in.

And Lawrence is standing there with my golden scoop of strawberry ice cream in his hand and a bag of chips.

"Who told you my favorite ice cream?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him. "I'm guessing it was my MAawho told you," I say teasing him.

"No? Yes," he says nervously.

Wow, he is nervous. This is different. "No or yes? I can't seem to understand you," I say with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, you got me. I asked Alex but it wasn't easy getting her to tell me," he says laughing. "It was Pa who helped me ask her," he says, placing the bag of chips on the desk.

"Enough of the talking. Give me my baby before it melts," I say walking towards him, and taking the ice cream from him.

"Thank you so much, darling, for the ice cream," he says in a girly voice.

"I know I don't sound that way," I say, moaning at the sweet taste of the ice cream on my tongue, and making myself comfortable on the couch.

This is so delicious. I can never get tired of licking this.

"You better stop that before I kiss you. I want to devour those lips," he says, licking his lips while his eyes get darker.

I bite my lips, feeling butterflies in my stomach. "Sorry," I say, not knowing what to say.

"I really need a cold shower right now," he mumbles to himself while walking into the bathroom.

Why does he need a cold shower? Weird. Ignoring his comment, I walk towards the bed, and sit in the middle of the bed, cross-legged, licking my ice cream.

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A few minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, leaving his chest bare.

I gulp down the last of my ice cream while I stare at his well-built eight pack, and lick my bottom lip, feeling waves of pleasure burn through me.

I won't lie. He really does work out. If Tiara was here she would be jumping for joy right now seeing her mate's sexy abs.

"Are you done checking me out?" he asked, snapping me out of my daze.

I look up to meet his eyes, seeing him looking at me with a smirk on his sexy lips. Did I just say sexy? Kate, get it together. "Why wouldn't I look when you are trying to seduce me by walking out with just a towel around your waist?" I blurt out.

"You can't blame me. This is my room and you don't expect me to dress in the bathroom, do you?" he says, entering a room that must be a walk-in closet.

A few minutes later he walks out dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt doing nothing to hide his well-defined muscles. "Let's go to my office. I have pack work to do," he says.

I nod, cleaning my mess up before following him out of his room.

The walk to his office was silent but not awkward. When we entered his office, I immediately made myself comfortable on the visitor's chair while he sat down facing me.

I take my phone out of my front pocket to see that I have a message from Becca. I click on the message to see a video of her and Lillian dancing in a club and having fun.

I look up from my phone to find Lawrence staring at me intensely as if he was studying my body language.

I cough awkwardly because his gaze was making me nervous.

"Why don't you ever smile?" he asks still staring at me intensely.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused. Where is this question coming from?

"I mean, you never smile. It never reaches your eye and your laughs are not genuine. Why?" he asks sternly.

"I have no reason to smile or laugh, and crying is a waste of time," I say smugly.

He chuckles. "You don't need a reason to smile or laugh because you can be happy even when things are bad."

"Can we drop this topic?" I say, getting irritated.

"Okay, whatever you say, but this is not over yet," he says going back to this work.

I look at him for a few minutes before looking back at the phone and trying to understand why he would ask such a question.