Chapter 151
Chapter 151:
“The sun,” I rasped, pressing a heavy hand to my temple and feigning a wince. “And the flight. It triggered a migraine p>
She hurried over, her soft hands pressing against my chest and forehead. The violent electric spark of our bond ignited upon contact, sending a jolt of pure adrenaline through my system, but I focused on the cool relief of her touch.
“You’re burning up,” she breathed, her compassionate instincts completely overriding her fear of our proximity. She wrapped her slender arm around my waist, and I leaned heavily against her, letting my beautiful Luna guide me out of the sun and into the cool, cedar-scented sanctuary of the Master Den.
She eased me onto the massive bed, pulled the crisp Egyptian cotton sheets over my legs, and placed a cold, damp towel across my forehead.
“I’ll leave you to rest,” she whispered, already taking a step back toward her safe, isolated boundaries.
I shot my hand out, my fingers wrapping gently around her delicate wrist. “The pain makes the beast restless,” I murmured, my voice hoarse with the agonizing restraint of keeping him at bay. “Your scent is the only thing that soothes him. Please — stay p>
She stared at me, a war raging in her beautiful eyes. But the sight of a supposedly vulnerable Lycan King broke her. She sighed and sank onto the edge of the mattress, her presence a soothing balm to the calculated ache in my head.
Hours bled away. The Bahamian sun dipped below the horizon, painting the Master Den in warm shades of violet and gold.
𝗠oѕ𝗍 𝗋еа𝘥 t𝘩𝘪𝘀 𝘸𝗲𝗲𝗄 оո ѕ.с𝘰m
I opened my eyes. The migraine was a lie — but the absolute peace I felt was not. Adelina had fallen asleep, her head resting near my hip, exhausted from the tension she had been carrying all day.
I discarded the cold towel. Moving with the silent, predatory grace of my kind, I shifted on the mattress and carefully drew her fully into the center of the bed. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, filling my lungs with the intoxicating scent of wild roses.
Mine. Finally quiet. Finally home, my Inner Wolf purred, a deep, vibrating rumble settling in my chest.
In her sleep, Adelina didn’t pull away. Instead, she sighed softly and nestled closer to my radiating heat, her body instinctively seeking the comfort of her mate.
I reached for my phone on the nightstand and held it up in the dying light, capturing a photo of us — her dark hair spilled across my chest, my arm wrapped possessively around her waist. I locked the image into a hidden, highly encrypted folder on my device.
I typed in the folder name: My Queen.
I pulled the heavy duvet over us and tightened my hold on her waist. Tomorrow morning, she would wake up and panic. But tonight, she was exactly where she belonged.