Page 42 of Destined to the Lycan
“Please, Lyall, just let him go,” I pleaded.
To my shock, the red hue of his eyes shifted, taking on a slightly bluish-red tinge. A drawn-out purr vibrated from his throat. A sensuous expression descended on his face, and his eyes flicked to my lips.
“I love the way you beg. Beg me again, Amara,” he whispered.
I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but instead, I caught myself complying.
“Please, Lyall. I beg you,” I whispered.
His purr resonated even more loudly. His upper lip quivered, as if he was fighting the urge to bare his fangs. It struck me that he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to kiss me or sink his fangs into me.
“I should just keep you,” he mused aloud.
Although I didn’t believe he had spoken those words for me, I still responded.
“You can’t keep me. I’m dying, remember?”
His eyes flicked to mine, and he stared at me with an intensity that left me feeling naked and exposed.
“Icankeep you alive,” he said in a factual manner.
My heart skipped a beat. “You can cure me!”
He shook his head. “I did not say that. Only that I can keep you alive. I can counter the poison in you when it spreads.”
“Nine Hells! Why didn’t you say that sooner? I will buy that medicine from you!”
He snorted and shook his head. “No, silly female. It’s not something that can be sold,” he said before exposing his sharp fangs and slowly running his tongue over the right one. “I must bite you, likely once or twice a week.”
My shoulders slumped as the spark of hope fizzled. An angry growl vibrated through Lyall’s chest, startling me.
“Why are you sad? Don’t you want to live? I’m offering you a solution,” he hissed.
“But that’s not living,” I argued in a soft voice. “If I agreed, I would in fact be living in limbo and fully at your mercy. You could withhold your bite to punish me whenever I displease you or to coerce me into complying with whatever demands you make of me.”
“I may be a monster, but notthatkind of monster,” he snarled. “I could make you happy, Amara. I can be anything you want, whenever you want. Even that pup you’re so fond of.”
Speechless, I stared in disbelief as his features appeared to melt like wax under intense heat. Simultaneously, the lightning-shaped stripes under his skin glowed with great intensity, blinding me for the briefest second. I blinked twice and then gasped when I found myself staring into Remus’s beloved golden eyes.
“Remus,” I whispered.
My mind knew better, but my eyes desperately wanted to believe the illusion. He leaned forward to kiss me. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to meet him halfway, but seconds before our lips would meet, I managed to avert my face. He stopped a breadth’s hair from my cheeks.
“Please don’t,” I whispered.
He hissed angrily and bared his teeth at me.
“What the fuck does he have that I don’t?” Lyall snapped. “I’d be a better healer and protector than that sick pup can ever be!”
“He’s my Twin Flame!” I exclaimed as if it was self-evident. “I’m not the female meant for you. Your soulmate is out there somewhere.”
He snorted with disgust and pushed away from me, straightening as he shifted back to his natural form.
“I’m a monster,” he said with self-deprecation.
“By choice, not by nature,” I countered. “There’s something beautiful in you. It shines through every time you cast aside your anger.”
“Flattery won’t work on me, human,” he said sternly.
