Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 35:

I felt like I was sinking in her presence, unable to help myself. But I knew I had to. I couldn’t risk losing control and hurting her—I doubted she could handle my Lycan form. Everything could change from passion to pain in an instant.

“Ace, stop this already,” I hissed aloud.

“We could just go ahead and do it!” he snarled. “You know she wants you, and it’s not just because she’s drunk.” Ace insisted, ignoring my pleas. My cock was getting harder, moving of its own accord, pushing against the thick fabric of my pants, a surge of heat flooding it as it stretched more, aching for release. “And how selfless would that be of us?” I snorted. Left to Ace, by now Jasmine and I would have been totally naked and sweaty. After all, hadn’t she said she wanted my hot body close to hers?

I stood there, mesmerized by her peaceful features—fluttering eyelids and slightly parted lips. She looked like she was going to doze off at any moment. My fingers moved of their own accord, gently patting her chest. I couldn’t help myself; I just wanted to watch her sleep.

As I watched her, I couldn’t help but think about how different she was from anyone I had ever met. Isabella, my former mistress, had been polished and refined, always composed. But this one… she was a whirlwind of sass and snarky remarks, feisty and unpredictable—proving to be very stubborn. The only time, I mused, that I could find her calm and peaceful was when she was asleep.

I brushed a lock of her black hair away from her forehead, my fingers grazing her skin. She stirred softly, her hands curling into a loose fist, but didn’t wake. I sat there, drinking in her features, every curve and line creating a special place in my memory.

“This is so fucked up,” I whispered to myself as I rubbed my temples, realizing I had to be the guardian she needed, not the lover she wanted.

Just then, she murmured something incoherent in her sleep, and I chuckled. My vixen always had something to say, even when she was asleep.

“Why do you have to be so beautiful, vixen?” I whispered again, the words escaping my lips before I could stop them. Her lips, shut firmly against each other, formed the perfect shape as they stood proudly on her face—full and pouty. Kissable.

As I gazed at her, I couldn’t help but think about how much she had changed me. Her spark, her fire, her unwavering determination… it had all seeped into my soul, making me feel alive again.

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Just as I was lost in thought, a sudden knock on the door broke the silence. Kade’s voice echoed in my mind through our mind link. Ryder, we need to talk.

Right.

I looked down at her, still sleeping peacefully, and then gently removed my hand from her head. I didn’t want to disturb her, so I headed outside to meet Kade. My hand was about to turn the knob when I stared back at her one last time.

Stepping into the quiet corridor, Kade approached me, his expression grim. “What is it?” I asked quickly, sensing something was wrong and slightly annoyed that he had interrupted me.

“The patrolmen just sent a message,” Kade began, his voice low and urgent. “The Rogues have returned, but this time they’re not alone. They’ve brought a greater force, and our men were overpowered.”

“How could they be so careless?” I growled, clenching my fists. I could feel my anger simmering like hot soup. “We knew the Rogues were a threat, but to let them catch us off guard like this…”

My words trailed off.

Kade’s expression mirrored my anger as his jaw squared, a flash of fury flickering in his deep brown eyes.

“We need to act fast. I can’t let them threaten my territory, my pack,” I mumbled, pacing in a straight line, my hands ruffling my hair.noveldrama

Nodding, I pushed thoughts of Jasmine aside as my mind raced with strategies and plans.

“Assemble the warriors and soldiers. We’ll meet in an hour to discuss our next move. I want to know everything about the Rogues’ forces— their numbers, their weaknesses… everything. And most importantly, their method of combat.”

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