Page 157 of The Lycans: Vol Four

I made a frustrated sound and kicked open the bathroom door. “Fine. But just so you know…” I licked her from chin to temple. “I’m fucking you twice before I’ll let you go to sleep.”

And she knew I’d make good on that fucking promise.

“Let’s start making that baby, sweetheart.”

EPILOGUE

Lennox

“This isn’t a waste of time, Lennox,” Dr. Bronwyn Mikonovich said in that soft, placating voice of hers.

I didn’t respond.

“This is good for you. It’s been going well, don’t you think?”

I snorted. “If you think being forced by my father to come here weekly while you tell me all the shit that I can do to ‘better my life,’ then you and I have very different ideas on what’s been going well.”

She leaned back in her chair and nodded in that way that annoyed the fuck out of me. Because it genuinely seemed like she got where I was coming from.

It was also the way she stared at me that told me she could see through my bullshit and wanted to call me out. But she’d also said we weren’t “there” yet in this professional relationship for her to really open up the way she wanted us both to.

I looked at my watch. “Time’s up, Doc,” I said and rose, the couch behind me looking like a fucking piece of dollhouse furniture compared to my size.

She exhaled but didn’t say anything in response, and stood as well, setting her tablet on the little table beside her chair and looking at me to once again give me that placating smile.

I dwarfed her so much she had to tip her head back to look at my face.

Being a Lycan meant I was a big male in general, but ever since my accident and losing the one integral part of me—my Lycan, my inner animal—all I’d been focusing on was working out.

It helped to keep my head clear and focused. It helped me not obsess over the things I couldn’t change.

At the very thought of no longer sensing my inner beast within me, I felt those dark tendrils of nothingness start to creep through me.

They’d been my friend—or enemy, more accurately—for a very long time after my accident, after my face had been scarred when we’d attacked our enemies.

It wasn’t even the fucking scarring that bothered me. It was the fact that after I’d woken up from my accident, I hadn’t been able to feel my wolf.

It was as if he’d deserted me in the time I needed him the most.

I knew she could sense how on edge I constantly was, and smell that frantic energy in me, seeing as she, too, was a Lycan.

But she didn’t seem intimidated. Not one fucking bit. Then again I was sure she saw a lot of Otherworld that had a lot more darker issues than I did.

“I’ll see you next week, Lennox.”

I grunted my affirmation, because she and I both knew I didn’t have a choice.

Father or not, when the Scottish king of the Lycans told you to do something, you fucking did it, thanked him, and asked for seconds.

I left her office and was in my SUV before I realized that I’d even made the small trek. I sat in the driver’s seat for a minute with my hands on the steering wheel, the leather creaking as I slowly tightened my fingers around it.

Truth was, I was fucking exhausted. My father had gotten sick of seeing me either moping around my room, cursing out the staff in angry fits from my frustration, or picking fights with my brothers or the Guard.

The testosterone and aggression in my body was so high it was starting to choke me.

I hadn’t been able to shift into my animal for far too long, which I could have handled if I’d known I could at some point. But I didn’t know. I had no fucking clue why my inner beast was gone or if he’d ever come back.

And seeing as there was no recorded history of this happening to our kind, no one knew how to help.

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