Chapter Six

LORI’S POV

My breath caught in my throat. I turned sharply to look at the Lycan King, leaning back against the table to create some space between us.

“That’s…” I stuttered, “that’s impossible. My parents—”

“One was an omega and one a regular wolf.” he waved his hand in dismissal, “It’s either one of them lied about their true identity or you, little wolf, are not their biological child.”

I was dizzy. My body was growing hot and I couldn’t think straight. My parents had lied to me?

“Whoa, Lorenza,” the Lycan King was closer now. I hadn’t noticed when he’d reached me. He was close enough that his scent enveloped me. His hand wrapped around my waist to steady me. I hadn't even realized that my legs had given way under me and he had caught me.

My head ached and I couldn't focus on the fact that he had called me my name. “I’m sorry, I just… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I replied.

“You’re in shock,” he said, leading me to take a seat. He crouched down in front of me. His eyes softened and for a moment, I thought that I could see past the ruthless King that he was. “I guess I shouldn't have sprung that information on you so suddenly.” He looked up then as Emilia walked into the room. “Get Lorenza a glass of juice.”

She glanced at me briefly, wondering why the Lycan King was crouched on one knee in front of me. But, she immediately bowed and left.

“It’s all so confusing.” I admitted. “And unbelievable. It makes no sense.”

“I’m sure it doesn’t.” The Lycan King stretched to his full height, walking back to the table. I kept my eyes on him. I couldn't notice how effortlessly flawless he looked.

“Why is there an old painting of me?” I asked, looking back at the desk where I had left the piece of paper.

“Technically, that’s a painting of Queen Serene’s descendant, Lady Aurora.” the Lycan King replied.

I glanced at the table with the photo. “This doesn’t make any sense.” I said. “How does this make any sense?”

“It’s a little like rebirth.” The Lycan King said as Emilia returned with a glass of juice. I took it from her and she left. “The goddess gives a part of herself to a certain bloodline.”

“So what? I'm the moon goddess?” I asked in complete disbelief. Me? The girl who can’t shift, the one with barely any gifts, or friends. It was impossible.

The Lycan King smirked. “In a way, little wolf, you are.” he replied.

I drank the juice, downing the entire thing before I met those dark eyes. “So what next?” I asked. “What does this mean for me?”

“That’s the fun part, Lorenza.” My name, again. I didn’t know which I hated more, him calling my name or calling me Little wolf. I wasn't going to admit that I loved both. “We’re going to discover it together. Because although there’s books about what you are, there’s nothing about how you become, what you do. The ball is in your literal court.”

I mulled over it for a while. “So, we?” I asked again, “we’re going to figure it out? Together?”

The Lycan King let out a sigh as he packed up the book. He wrapped it with a red string and then placed it in his drawer. I knew that he was keeping it there on purpose. He knew I'd be curious to go through it so, he kept it where I could see.

“You ask the obvious questions. Of course, it's you and I. I already let all of Agerna, and beyond, find out that you're my mate. I am going to keep this information as a well guarded secret between us.” The Lycan King replied. “I suggest you do the same.”

“Why?” I asked, standing to my feet as he began to walk away.

“Because a wolf like you can mean many things, can bring many emotions. The strongest of which is hope… and fear. Fear makes even the harmless of men do the scariest of things.” I swallowed standing in place as he explained. He grabbed the door handle. “If anyone finds out, you’re as good as a walking target.”

When he left, I couldn’t help but notice that somehow; the room was a lot colder.

Our last conversation was the longest that I and the Lycan King ever had since we came to this city. It was either he was too busy, or he answered me with sounds, or he would tell someone, “Help Lorenza out with whatever it is that she needs. I do not have the time.” or, he blatantly ignores me.

Either way, I hated it and I hated him. I hated this penthouse and I hated that I was playing dress up every day for a King who wouldn't even look at me properly.

I decided then. If I was already in the human realm, I needed to see what it was like. I wasn’t just going to be a carefully guarded secret.

I was going to sneak out.