The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 17

“But not now,” Aldrich declared, climbing off me.

I looked up at him incredulously, surprised that he was relinquishing. He straightened up after lifting himself from the bed, brushing off lint from his shirt.

I cocked an eyebrow at him.

did you expect, Cathy?” he questioned mockingly, mirroring me by raising an eyebrow right back. “Gather your mind from the gutter. I don’t take a

ared at him, knowing he was well-aware

ll punish you,” he then abruptly grabbed the glass of water from my nightstand and poured it over my head.

y of the heat growing inside of me for him. It dampened my hair and dripped icily down my spine.

d in response.

in that moment, not an ounce of guilt or regret in my voice. “That is how I made them i

d me. He was unraveling me.

uch more.”

tched into the pattern of the comforter “As for Emily, she deserved the better punishment.”

“So what, are you going to take me to jail now? Give me another punishment? If so, do as you please.”

yes melted into pity. I sneered in disgust; I did not want his sympathy or condolences.

I’d rather you just punish me than pity me,” I warned, curling m

hrough his blank tone.

and positioned myself defensively, glaring at him from underneath my wet eyelashes.

it for a while with a thoughtful countenance and crossed arms. Finally, he said, “I’ll punish you by giving me another s

g at him in bewilderment.

led to himself as if he told the funniest joke ever.

ock me.

e door as if he was poisonous.

preparing my departure from the room. “And I am not your Cathy.”

sudden somber look on his face. “Why do you still refuse me?”

lost.”

owned, not at all surprised that he did not obey me.

t and lifted it off, shaking his hair out.

ped me.

ze and ran his fingers over the revealed wound, wincing to himself. “I know,” he agreed, “it has not healed.”

elief.

rious than usual. A shadow crossed his features. “And I appreciated that. B

was already raking through the options in my mind, interchanging several variables I already knew. The wound was darker and more prominent than before, oozing.

e pack,” he murmured, “but with only Theo left behind, he would have all the pressure on him.”

to consider it.”

anything. In his favor, I did not protest, but instead sat

***

he table before Theo was presenting his new bow.

ich gifted the bow.

scarily similar hereditary hobbies? Rage flowed and ebbed in my veins. Why could he not just take mostly after me?

the bow deserves a spot at the dinner table now.

d up the smile. “From the steam, honey.”

ccompanied him. Moonlight drenching his blonde hair silver, he shot through the night, the stars watching him make target after target with increasing distances.

ny bad guys come, I’ll shoot them to death! I won’t allow anyone to bully you ever again.”

ead high under the moon’s silver spotlight against the darkness, for the first tim