Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings – Chapter 48
Lily’s POV
I could not remember the last time I laughed this much.
Oh, I did. It was with Ren, I thought as Chelsea and Rhea giggled about something else that I might have smiled at if I had been paying attention.
ue.
I promise.”
but because I was thinking about Ren.
t clenched for a second as the memory of h
ay you missed the best part of the story. Tell me where you stopped paying attention so I can give
knock on the door almost immediately
Was my mother back from w
would even know since we had not really spoken much in the past few days.
of spite but because she truly cared for me and wanted what was best for me.
name.
he message.
ook my head immediately.
you guys be fine here?”
eyes and glare at her.
ea growled and Chelsea smirked, looking at me.
g to even say when I got downstairs. Unsure of how I was going to face him.
ecially at the Academy.
t had happened to me since our paths crossed, without even stopping to think about the fact that Ren was not that kind of person.
d I believe that he’d be in cahoots with Aiden?
robably sick of me and sick of my hot/cold way of treating him. He’s probably just here to get his sister and yeet out of my life.
t I’ll do. Apologiz
ving out a huge sigh, I finally arrived at the door and hes
really what he
ut I didn’t think I would be able to take it if he was just here for his sister because Rhea had told me that they had made plans to go somew
n’t care for me anymore.
the last time I ever see his face. I better m
wing an anxious breath and practicing how to even start an apology, I opened the door and was about to speak but Ren pulled me into his arms before I could even get any words out.
temple and rubbing my back.
a heavy weight lifting off my shoulders.
tears pouring down my cheeks, an ugly sob leaving my throat. He pulled
his eyes piercing and desperate, “you have nothing to be sorry about, Lily. Nothing. God,” he sighed.
.
What happened to you?!”
my eyes widened in shock, my hand raising shakily to touch his face and dropping back to my side.
.
“No.”
pened, then?”
ainful smile cracked his lips and he took my hand that was resting softly on his cheek and kissed my knuckles, obviou
ed.
e sighed tiredly. “I picked a fight.”
Huh?
ed unbelievable. He was probably the calmest, most unproblematic guy I knew. He had to b
ould you do that?”
.”
that far.”
p for outcast girls. Why would he go through the trouble? This could potentially cause a rift in their friendship. If it hasn’t already.
smile. “You don’t get it, do you?”
the beauty that was Ren Hawthorne. “Get what?”
, “I’m starting to find out that when it comes to you, I’m willing to do anything.”
t lighted up at this because clearly, he must have meant it in a platonic way.
home. Still speechless, I allowed him to lead me into the living room. My fingers were linked in his and he wouldn’t let me go even when I showed him to a couch.
don’t have to,” he said, his
isted. “I want t
e kit?” He sig
go-“
y tightened.
azy but I’m scared, no, I’m terrified that if I let go, you’ll slip from my fingers and get hurt again.”
nt every word he just said.
kitchen cabinet where I knew my mother kept the first aid box to distract myself.
said in a romantic way, right? Platonic. Platonic. This is all just platonic. Friends tell friends this all the time, right?
how I should have just gotten the stool that I usually used to reach up there but had been too flustered to remember that.
t.” Ren said gently behind me and I gasped at how close he was behind me, the deliciousness of his scent of oud and bergamot, filling my nostrils as he reached for the cabinet handle to bring
the counter in front of me, spun me around and lifted me onto the counter, sitting my a*s on the cold quartz top. He stepped between my legs, his hands on either side of my hips and I hiccuped, heat rising to my cheeks.
n’t have to stress those pretty little tiptoes of yours.”
I wanted to kiss him.
es on mine, was give him a shy smile.
I cleared my throat. “Let’s get you cle