Page 47 of Lycan Prey
I glare at him. “You’re insane!” I snap at him, but he doesn’t let go.
The absurdity of the situation almost makes me laugh.
“Insane for you, for an entire week,” he adds, and I can’t help but let out a reluctant chuckle.
“That was so cheesy,” I laugh. Soren stares at me, and I roll my eyes at him; he can’t be serious.
“Please, once I get rid of them, we can return to normal,” he adds, pressing closer.
“And what about Max?”
“I’ll explain to him, I promise,” he whispers. His hand gently slides along my arm, stealing my breath away as it leaves a trail of goosebumps. He presses closer, eliminating any space between our bodies. Heat rushes through me at the contact, his muscular chest against mine; I peer up at him and sigh, seeing the desperation on his face. What’s a week? I can pretend for a week, right?
As I gaze up into his eyes, seeing raw emotion burning there, it makes me ache for him despite everything.
“Fine.” I push against his chest, and he steps aside and says something, as I open the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To bed!” I snap.
“You’ll be sleeping in my room,” he tells me, and I stop. Oh, hell no.
“Excuse me?” I spit at him, my frustration evident.
He glances at me, confused by my hostility, and then responds, “My parents always stay in my quarters. They’ll think it is odd if we don’t share a room.” His eyes widen as he notices my sudden change in demeanor.
I blink rapidly, trying to regain my composure. “I understand, but it’s just… I never imagined I’d be put in this position.”
He holds my gaze unflinchingly as he says, “I know you may not like this, it’s just how it has to be, though. We need to make it seem like we love each other to keep up appearances.”
“What’s that got to do with sharing a room?” He raises an eyebrow at me like the answer is obvious. To me, it’s not, then again, Rhett and I shared a room despite not sleeping together.
I growl in frustration, my patience wearing thin, but I let out a breath and concede, “Fine, but on our fake break up, you’rethe one that cheated, not me!” I snap. Soren lets out a breath, dropping his head on my shoulder.
“Thank you. I promise I will be the best fake fiancé you’ve ever had.” I laugh, though I’d rather him be horrid; I don’t think my heart can handle comparing him to Rhett.
“Can’t be worse than my last one,” I laugh bitterly.
He pulls away to look at me. “You’ve been engaged before?”
I look away. “That is none of your business, My King. Now I want to go to bed. I need to grab some things from my room first.”
“I will send the staff,” he says, watching me curiously. I can tell he wants to ask more questions; he must think better of it. Instead, he laces his fingers through mine; I stare down at his hand holding mine when his other hand grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Anyone who refuses to marry you is a fool,” he whispers.
“So now you’re saying you do want to marry me?” I ask.
He frowns. “And if I did?”
I roll my eyes and slap his hand away. “You’re a King, and I’m a werewolf. Don’t fuck with me, King Soren. This is already difficult enough. Let’s not pretend this is anything but a lie. Blurred lines end in broken hearts,” I tell him, turning to leave.
“But that wasn’t a no, had I been serious.”
“I also never said yes. As I said, let’s not pretend.”
“Except around my parents,” he adds, and I nod, wondering how the heck we will pull this off. “Thank you, Bree. I seriously owe you for this.”
