The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 142

GABRIELLE

When I entered the room, I was prepared for the sweet assaults of my mate.

No matter how much my mind resisted, the chemistry of the bond was always present.

I opened the door, and immediately, the delicious scent hit my nose—much stronger and muskier.

Quinn had been training outside.

I imagined him sweating, his bulging muscles exposed under some combat shirt. I had to admit, I was dying to run my eyes over his body.

However, the rustling sound of clothes reached my ears. I thought he was getting ready to take a bath, but then his steps didn't head toward the bathroom.

“Quinn, what are you doing?” I asked, saying his name the way he liked so much.

“I’m going to sleep in another room to let you rest. You don’t need me watching over you so closely anymore,” he replies, and his dry tone makes me tense up.

What’s going on? Just this morning, he nearly ravished me with his morning erection when he woke up.

“The Healer hasn’t said I’m fully recovered yet, I…” I trail off, realizing the nonsense excuses I’m making. Isn’t this what I wanted?

“So, should I stay?” His breath brushes against my hair. I know very well that he’s standing right in front of me, waiting for my answer—an answer that carries many implications.

I stay silent for a few seconds.

I’ve always been the kind of woman who doesn’t overthink things, who goes straight for the jugular in life. I guess that habit led me to drain my previous mate completely.

“Yes, I think it’s better if you sleep in another room. That way, I’ll be more comfortable,” I say, lowering my head.

For the first time, I’m glad I can’t see his eyes. However, his disappointment hits me head-on.

He doesn’t say anything, and I hear his footsteps circling around me before he walks to the door and leaves.

“Quinn…” I turn, calling him, even taking a step forward, but he’s already gone.

Has he finally gotten tired of my constant rejections?

Most likely. I know I’m a bitch without a muzzle.

It’s better for him this way—to hate me and accept my rejection.

That man is too good for me, and I don’t want to hurt him beyond repair. I need more blood than ever. I feel that if I start drinking from him, I won’t be able to stop.

I like Quinn too much.

That’s the truth. I’d say even more than Valeria’s father, and that’s dangerous for him—very dangerous.

I’m more afraid than I’ve been in a long time. I place my hand over my erratically beating heart, and a dull ache spreads through my chest.