Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 41

**Chapter 41**

Roana,

As I stood before the mirror, I was utterly captivated by the sight of my reflection. My lips were swollen, grotesquely puffed up as if I had been stung by a swarm of bees. The events of the previous night played on a loop in my mind, a bewildering puzzle that I couldn’t quite piece together. How had a simple kiss turned into an experience that felt as if he were indulging in a rare delicacy, savoring my lips as if they were the most exquisite treat he had ever encountered?

The undeniable pull of our mate-bond was a force unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was as if the universe itself conspired to draw us together, yet we both seemed to have created our own peculiar barriers to navigate this connection. The distance we maintained was both necessary and maddening, leaving me in a constant state of frustration.

But this—this ridiculous, duck-like visage I was now sporting—was nothing short of a disaster.

“Ms. Roana. The dress and jewelry will be delivered shortly. Are you finished with your shower—?” Cassian’s voice trailed off as he caught sight of me, his expression freezing under the weight of my glare.

“Yeah. I’m very much done. Just look at me! What have you done?” I snapped, pressing an ice pack against my lips, my eyes narrowing as if I could shoot daggers with my gaze.

“Oh, it’s a kiss-me-now disaster!” He chuckled, the sound breaking the tension for the first time, his lips curling into a smirk that only served to infuriate me further.

“It’s not amusing, Your Majesty!” I hurled a cushion at him in frustration, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Now everyone will think I’ve transformed into a pufferfish!” I groaned, pressing the ice pack harder against my lips, wincing at the sharp sting.

“Sorry!” His tone shifted, a flicker of something almost sincere crossing his features. “But aren’t you appalled by my actions? I crossed a line yesterday!”

“Appalled?” I shot back, disbelief etched across my face. “That should be my line! You should be the one repulsed by me, right? Alexander said he found me revolting but had to pretend I was the love of his life!”

Cassian’s jaw tightened, and a sharp snort escaped him. “Alexander is a fool with no sense. Don’t you dare compare me to him!” He leaned in slightly, his dark eyes locking onto mine as he offered me a lip balm.

“Also, I didn’t feel that way. It’s his loss, not yours.”

I blinked, caught off guard by his words. “Thank you for saying that. But honestly, no, I wasn’t disgusted. It felt more like a chore, to be frank!”

He froze mid-breath, his shoulders tensing. “Chore? What do you mean by that?” His voice lost its teasing lilt, and a shadow flitted across his expression, as if my words had struck a nerve.

“I mean—!” I snatched the lip balm from his hand, our fingers brushing together briefly before I recoiled, as if burned. “We were practically compelled to do it by the mate-bond’s influence!”

His gaze bore into mine, dark and unreadable, his lips pressed into a thin line, as though I had uttered something utterly unforgivable.

“You’re right!” he finally replied, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. He turned away abruptly, striding toward the walk-in closet with a rigid demeanor. “It was a chore. Anyway, one of the elite servants will be attending to you. She will help you get ready for the party.”

“Oh! Okay!”

I had hoped that would be the end of our conversation. I grabbed the makeup set, my fingers trembling slightly as I awaited the arrival of the elite servant with the clothes he had ordered the day before. Although our relationship felt like a mere façade, today, the entire world would see me as the Luna Queen, perhaps even a scapegoat for his true love.

As I perched on the stool before the mirror, Cassian’s voice broke the silence again, low and oddly tentative.

“Did you really not feel anything yesterday?”

My brows furrowed at his question. What was going on with him today? “No. Should I have?”

His cold demeanor cracked, revealing a flicker of vulnerability. “You mean to say you didn’t feel anything while kissing me? Not even the slightest discomfort or anything that comes with a kiss?” His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his fists clenched at his sides.

I placed the brush on my lap, my heart softening against my better judgment as I faced him. “Your Majesty, your question could easily mislead me. But I don’t know what you want me to say. That—!” I inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the moment pressing on my chest.

“My first kiss with my mate felt like an addiction? Or that when my mate kissed me, I felt as if my mind was melting?”

He remained silent, his lips parting slightly as if he were about to speak, but no words emerged. His eyes searched mine, as if he had been anticipating that very response.

“Did you feel that as well? Your Majesty!” I asked, my voice steady, though my heart raced in my throat.

“Yeah.” His reply came without hesitation. Yet, his tone was eerily calm, too calm, as if he were concealing something deeper.

“But—!” I clutched my brush tightly, needing something solid to hold onto. “At the end of the day, it was just a fleeting moment of weakness. There’s no reason to dwell on it!”

He finally disappeared behind the door, locking it with a sharp click that made me flinch.

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