Bullied Mate Of The Lycan Kings – Chapter 9

Lily’s POV

Everytime I ended up trusting somebody, they always hurt me.

Those were the words that were on the tip of my tongue when Ren invited me to spend the rest of this period and the next with him.

having combined periods.

ers and even the possible rumours when I had received the scholarship, excited to resume

ie. Almost unreal.

peace was a false construct and that I was not being bullied because I was dating Cade at the time.

like Ren would want to associate himself with that.

could be away from the outside world for a while, even if it was for a little while, I could not imagine why he would want to hang out with me.

tanding only inches away from me.

step back, the air charged and thick with tension.

ve that he was saying those words because he meant them, because he saw me as a person truly.

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at him for too long, but they were so beautiful like the rest of him was.

You smell like the breath of fresh air and give off a splash of

didn’t understand. Was he referring to me using terms

ere he had been sitting to paint.

painting he was making.

ack to me.

o that’s how I describe them. Exactly the way I see them. Usually, a person’s soul appears as one colour. But yours is the first that exudes different colours.” He explained and my mou

and yet I wanted to test him.

r is Courtn

mean facade and doing wicked deeds to belong. That is what has paled her colour.”

was serious then. But I needed more convincing.

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ot imagined it then.

ent your rage, hot and fiery. There is green that shows that despite what you have gone through, there is still a part of you that is hopeful about the world.

ven Bia had ever described me like this. Like they could see me, all of me. I felt naked but at the

and gently before he walked over to sit in front of his painting.

de him, admiring the portrait of the woman that I could see coming to life in his strokes.

two of us laughed and I found myself relaxing even more.

ontinued to paint and he shrugged.

te. Bastard.” He whispered the last part and his smile was feigned, an exact replica of the kinds that I was used to giving other people.

bullied?” I asked in surprise and he nodded.

f memory remains with you. It shapes you. But only if you let it. Don’t let it shape you, Lily. You are not defined by what people say or think about you. You are defined by who you think you are, by your choices. Find your anchor. Mine was art. Who knows what yours could be?”

pared music choices, his music playlist consisting of only instrumentals while mine was heavily influenced by Bia’s love for pop and rock music.

ive Shadow cove academy with someone like Ren as a friend.