The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 58

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**
**Chapter 58**

**Scott**

“Alright… let’s prioritize food first,” I suggested, my voice steady as I reached for the plate I had previously placed on her dresser. With deliberate movements, I brought it over to her, the aroma of her cooking wafting through the air, teasing my senses. I kicked off my shoes and settled onto the bed, positioning myself cross-legged and facing her, the plate now resting between us like a bridge connecting our worlds.

“Eat,” I urged gently, my eyes locking onto hers. “We can talk afterward.”

“I’m not hungry,” she replied, but the unmistakable growl of her stomach betrayed her.

A smile tugged at my lips. “I know you prepared this meal,” I said, my tone coaxing. “Please, just have a bite.”

A delicate blush crept across her cheeks, igniting a warmth within me that I couldn’t ignore. The chef had communicated through our mind-link, sharing the delightful news that Bella had taken the time to cook dinner for me. It was a privilege I cherished deeply, and there was no way I could refuse the meal crafted by my mate’s hands. Despite her initial reluctance, she opened her mouth as I offered her a forkful of pasta. As she chewed, I took the opportunity to undo my cuffs and roll up my sleeves, revealing my forearms.

I caught her gaze drifting to my arms, and I decided to playfully flex my muscles, watching as they rippled beneath my skin. I feigned innocence, tilting my head slightly. “I’m also feeling a bit hungry, darling. Will you feed me, or are you too busy admiring my… arm muscles?”

Her attention snapped back to me, her blush deepening to a shade I found quite endearing. “I-I wasn’t watching!” she stammered, though she promptly fed me a forkful of chicken despite her flustered protest. Just like that, the tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a lighter atmosphere.

“Alright, tell me more about yourself,” she prompted, steering our conversation back on course.

I nodded, feeling the weight of my words. “There’s a small, remote piece of land in the north,” I began, my voice steady. “It’s secluded, a hidden gem where my people reside, mostly staying out of sight. I am their King.” A swell of pride filled me as I thought of the land and the people I cared for. Goddess, she truly made delicious food; I felt a surge of admiration for her talent.

Her eyes widened with curiosity. “In the north… where exactly?”

“Beyond the reach of tourists,” I explained, offering her another bite of chicken. “There are sprawling forests, shimmering blue lakes, and ancient houses. We keep to ourselves and don’t allow humans to intrude. Our land is completely off the grid.”

She stared at me, her brow furrowing. “The last I heard, the Amish and Mormons don’t have a king.”

A soft laugh escaped me. “We’re not like that. We are distinctly different,” I clarified, my tone serious.

Her expression shifted slightly, her eyes narrowing. “Different how?”

I chose my words carefully, wanting to convey the essence of my people. “We have our own laws, our own Elders, and our own festivals. We live in hiding because it’s safer for everyone involved. We don’t announce our lives to the outside world.”

Confusion clouded her features. “But you’re here, living in the city. Why aren’t you with your people?”

“While many of us reside in the city, there are still some who remain. They cling to our traditions and values. I make it a point to visit them from time to time. But Troy is their Al—” I hesitated, biting my tongue. “He is their ruler.”

She studied my face intently, her eyes blinking in rapid succession as if trying to process everything I was saying. “And they want you to marry Tasha,” she stated, her voice clipped, revealing her hurt.

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