Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69 

Cassian 

The drive home was silent. The kind of silence that scraped down my spine. I kept my eyes on the road, jaw locked, trying not to say something I would regret. Carolyn sat beside me, pretending to be small and injured, but she knew damn well why I wasn’t speaking to her. 

She didn’t ask. She didn’t breathe too loudly. She just waited, like she always did, trying to gauge how far she could push me this time. 

When we pulled into the driveway, the lights brightened and one of the servants hurried forward. 

“Welcome home, Your Majesty. Miss Carolyn.” 

I didn’t bother responding. I just opened her door and motioned for her to adjust herself in the wheelchair. She hissed softly, exaggerated, hoping I would feel a shred of sympathy. 

I didn’t. I pushed the chair ahead, straight through the entrance. The thought of her being a liar didn’t sit well with me. As if I didn’t know when she was telling the truth or lying with smooth tongue. 

The house was too quiet. The servants were either having lunch or taking break. 

It made her breathing sound louder than it was. When we reached the lift platform for the staircase, she glanced back like she wanted me to read something in her eyes. I ignored it and pressed the control. 

Upstairs, I pushed her to her room. The servant opened the door and stepped out right after we entered. 

I bent down to lift her from the chair. “Let’s get you into bed.” 

She nodded, too quickly. She tried to say something but stayed quiet. Good. Because I wasn’t in mood for some stupid conversations. 

“I will tell the servants to bring the first aid box to treat you. Don’t need to leave until your legs healed!” I said coldly, 

I tried to scoop her into my arms to place her on the bed. The moment my arms slid under her, she wrapped hers around my neck. Tight, Almost desperate. 

I froze, feeling the intentional cling. Her breathing was hitting my neck, her lips barely touched the skin, “What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes sharpening with darkness 

She flinched but didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned in and kissed my cheek. Her fingers wrapped my neck with a desperate clutch as if she wouldn’t let me go easily. 

Her scent followed immediately. Warm, floral and a thickness that only comes when a werewolf invites its partner to mate. 

My blood ran cold when I realized what she was doing. Certainly she wasn’t doing it unintentionally. Her intention was unmistakable. 

“What are you doing?” I almost threw her in bed and snarled, but I didn’t go that far. All I wanted was to get the hell out of here. I was confused about the Carolyn I knew. She had changed. 

I placed her onto the bed, but she didn’t let go. She kept her arms around my neck, her face close to mine, her breath brushing my skin. 

“Cassian,” she whispered. “You don’t have to act like you’re made of stone all the time. Let someone help you. Let someone stay with you.” Her scent intensified, blooming around me like a trap. 

I growled low. “Carolyn. Stop.” 

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