Chapter 11: Changing Desires, Fan-Girling Session, and Bold Arguments

I don't want to die. I want to live. I want to live. I want to survive. I want to pay back the ones responsible for my pain and misery.

These were the mantras revolving non-stop in my mind as I woke up from my slumber in an unfamiliar room.

I don't know what happened, but my desire to get myself killed was replaced by a strong desire to hold on to life.

Which made me confused and scared, because every time I would renew my will to struggle and survive, I would come to regret my decision with every fibre of my being.

Every single time I would let go of the idea of surrendering, and surviving instead, shit would happen to slap my will back in my face.

I did not want that to happen this time, though.

Should I not be feeling scared instead? After all, I offended the Lycan King, no?

Ah, him...

His transcendental beauty flashed in my mind, and I felt my cheeks heat up, and I started shivering by just thinking about him.

Maybe it was from the fear of standing in front of the Lycan King, or the fact I touched him, or the fact he held me in his arms, or the fact that upon touching him I had a whiplash of strange glimpses, visions, and detailed scenarios of my world, but I was feeling different.

A soothing feeling that I have never felt before comforted me as I laid on the most comfortable bed ever.

Wait, where am I? I sat up straight on my bed as my incoherent state after waking up subsided, and I became more aware of my surroundings.

Running my hand through my open unruly hair falling all over my face, I frowned as my eyes scanned the room. Seeing as how the sun is shining at full peak, it must be the same day.

Oh. It was the room set for the Lycan King in the newly built cottage. Did he bring me here?

Last time I was here, I envied the one who would get to sleep on the fluffy mattress as I mopped the floor, and now I was lying on the said bed.

How fast the night changes, I guess?

White walls, king sized bed, side tables, lamps, portrait, curtains, three closed doors, fireplace, a comfortable looking couch and the transcendently handsome dude sitting on the couch cupping his gorgeous face with the palm of his hand observing my every move intently-

Heuk!

I choked on my breath as I fell down on the floor from the bed, the white sheets falling along with me, entangled with my legs, and I started coughing like crazy.

F-CK! This is me, embarrassing myself in front of him, twice in a row.

You know what? My desire to die was brought back, as all I wanted to do this moment was to die and disintegrate into dust.

"Relax." I flinched before freezing up as his deep, velvety, rich, rough, and manly voice reached my ears. His voice was just as beautiful as himself. He could say the dirtiest things, and they would all sound beautiful coming from his mouth.

Never in my entire life have I ever heard a voice as serene and hot as his. I felt like I just died and came back from heaven- oh, my gosh- what the heck is wrong with me?!!!

F-ck! Get a hold of yourself, Sera!!

"Here."

BATHUMP!

Two words, not even a sentence, and I was having a stroke!

No way. It should be a sin for such a magnificent person like him to even exist.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw he was offering me a glass of water and realized I was still coughing like crazy. Nice going, Sera.

Hastily I took the glass from his grip, extra careful as to not touch him to ensure the beating of my heart. I don't think I can handle looking at him, hearing his angelic hot voice, AND touching him all at the same time.

My lowly self was just too much for it.

I wiped my mouth from the back of my hand, as I put the empty glass on the side table, and dared to look up at him.

My breath grew faster with every step he took towards me. Upon noticing, he stopped before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Seraphina."

....

ACK! MY HEART! I bend over as I tightly clutched my chest as my heart felt like it would literally tear my chest open and escape.

Damn, his heart stopping voice.

I looked up at him as my heart thumped at how beautiful my name sounded, coming from his mouth. I did not hate my name anymore. Wait, how did he know my name, anyway? Ugh, that's not important. Anyone could have told him.

"Sorry." I manage to let out one word as I stood up after having composed myself and picked up the blanket as well.

"Did you know that you were a Lycan?"

A long sentence. That would have surely knocked me out if I had not heard what he said.

"What?" My body became numb, as cold beads of sweat rolled down my face, and his question rung in my head.

"Uh, are you sure I am a lycan? I don't have a werewolf or any abilities." I twiddled my fingers nervously as I stood on shaking knees while continued looking at me with a blank expression.

His one foot crossed over, resting on his knee, and his black shirt stretched as he leaned back on the bed on his palms, looking smoking ho-

Nope. Not the time.

"Are you saying I am wrong?" His eyes twitched on the sides, and the corner of his lips lifted upwards into a miniscule smirk, making my breath hitch.

"Mayb- Oh gosh, NO!" I face palmed myself as I kept embarrassing myself one after another, and finally grabbed a hold of myself.

His face filled with amusement as he cupped his sharp and pretty jaw in his hands, and unholy thoughts made their way into my head.

"I am not saying you're wrong, but I can not be a lycan, as I don't have a wolf." I insisted on my stand as his smirk grew in size, and so did the thumping of my heart.

"It's not that you don't have a wolf, you just haven't shifted yet."

"As you might have seen, I have already passed the age of shifting." Woah, check out this bravado. I don't know where all this courage is coming from.

Me arguing with the world's most feared and dangerous and powerful man, upon whether I am a lycan or not.

Who would have thought?

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