Chapter Five

Looking into those scorching crimson eyes, which were brimming with want and mirth, she held her breath. Her heart was racing out of control. She was unable to look away from him despite the fact that his words were resonating in her head.

He caused a response in her body. It was a really bad sign.

"You..!" She cried out, but she was at a loss for words.

He grinned. "Me?"

"This is harassment. By the way, I was starving and because I didn't see you or anyone else, I made the decision to go get some food on my own."

"Harassment, huh?" Caspian raised a finger and put his thumb on her lower lip. His eyes twinkled.

While his breath was constant, hers was erratic as a result of his contact and his piercing eyes were glued to her seductive lips.

"You are touching me." She forced a firm swallow as her voice quivered. "I find it unpleasant."

"But you're not shoving me away or trying to get out of my arms, are you?" Caspian cooed as his thumb moved to the side of her lips to remove the chocolate ice cream rubbings.

Just from an apparently innocuous touch, Mona's lips parted as she gasped for air. But was it innocuous? The sweltering fluttering in her tummy made her want to scream.

What was she to do? He was far too alluring and did it with ease.

She didn't want to become trapped, but in the interim, she made the decision to go with the flow and identify his area of vulnerability.

That seems to be the only option for the time being.

"I'm starving," She murmured and swung her head to the side as an indication for him to remove his hand from her face.

"Me too."

"Huh?"

Just as she turned to look back at him, he released her and pulled away, putting his hands in his pants pocket.

Her eyes widened. He furrowed his brows. He appeared as though he was preparing to chastise her.

She nearly scoffed, but she unconsciously did. Who did he think he was.

Caspian observed his mate scoffing him off as if he were some sort of moron. He would have severed her head from her body had she not been someone to him. She was unexpected and unlike most individuals who lose their memory, she wasn't stupid.

"Did you just scoff at me?"

Mona froze. He glared softly.

"I..."

"What an impolite girl you are." His lips were twisted in a sinister smile. He grabbed her by the arms and drew her toward him as he sat on a chair that had been brought out from behind him.

He pulled her in closer, forced her to lie on his laps, and put his hands on her back while she struggled to tear her body free from his hold.

In this position, she became stiff and could hear her heart beating rapidly, which caused him to chuckle deeply.

Mona clenched her eyes tightly. Although she wasn't afraid, anticipation was what was making her heart feel like it was ready to burst from her chest.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed with a whisper. She was doomed.

"Fuck?" When Caspian asked a question, she realized she had truly spoken those words aloud.

Although she was wearing clothing, his word and touch on her back increased the heat she was already experiencing.

"Turns out that you are a naughty and a rude girl." When his hands reached her bottom, Caspian said softly.

"I... Look let go of me. I am hu..."

"You are hungry for a spank."

"What? Why would I b..."

"If you must know, I also have long fingers and excellent ears. I can hear your heart racing with anticipation."

Mona jerked her gaze. What does long fingers have to do with excellent ears?

"Repulsive." How dare he? Despite the obscene things he was saying, she wasn't upset with him; rather, she was angry with herself. Her body was responding to him so strongly.

"Repulsive?" Caspian questioned, clicking his tongue, then suddenly firmly paddled her covered butt.

Mona exhaled. The combination of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her entire existence as a puddle of heat filled her stomach.

"N.. no!" When she felt Caspian squeeze her bottom, she yelped finding it hard to speak.

"Stay put." Caspian said in a low, seductively husky voice as he held her still.

She blinked rapidly, her breathing harsh and rough. "Stop it..."

"Three more for scoffing at me."

"I.. I didn't mean to."

"Oh. You did, I'm certain." He spanked her again, this time harder than the previous time, and when she moaned softly, he grinned feeling his member twitch.

Mona exhaled heavily, using her hands to cover her mouth. She no longer understood the sensation, but she was unable to dispute how wonderful it felt. A large portion of her desired, while a smaller portion yelled at her and demanded to know why on earth a spanking felt so nice.

"Fuck! Oh God! please no more!"

As soon as she finished speaking, his fingers touched her butt, and she let out a muffled groan because her hand was still covering her lips.

Caspian tsked. "Bad girl."

"I am not your pet!"

"You are right." He spanked her once more, and this time a faint sigh from her made his member ache. She had a really powerful impact on him. "You are my mate."

Mona's eyes widened. She didn't anticipate him saying that so... confidently. Her body shook, and she wanted to move away from him right away, but before she could react, his hand landed on her butt.

"Ah!"

"There you go." He cooed and pulled her up to sit on his laps.

She immediately buried her face in his strong chest out of embarrassment and didn't even bother to look at the delighted look on his face.

He chuckled softly and patted her back carefully, as if it were medicine to cool the heat that was consuming her body like an uncontrollable fire.

"You are insane," She muttered.

"Perhaps I am." He teased.

"I'm starving."

She was quickly taken into his arms, and he rose up and seated her on the table next to the refrigerator.

"Shall we get you some food?" She looked at him with a soul-searching expression as he asked.

She gave him an odd stare in response, and he bit his lower lip in confusion as to why. He walked away without turning his head away from her, then returned with the tray of various steamed delights and held it in front of her.

She reluctantly averted her eyes from him and turned to the meal. She then feigned a grin as she took the spoon in her hands.

"Are you certain I am your mate?" she asked gently, with a spoon of hot, spicy, stewed soup in her lips.

She caught Caspian's attention. Her demeanor seemed typical and healthy, and her voice was clear. Impressive.

"You appear to be worried about that."

"Do I?" She hesitantly lifted his gaze to him, placing the spoon of soup closer to her lips.

His gaze followed her as she slurped. His groin started to tense at the sight. She was a breathtaking sight that made him want to clamp her to the table.

"Why won't I be?" She cocked her eyebrow and licked her bottom lip.

Despite trying to turn his head away from her, Caspian was unable to do so. "You seemed to be well defined with wolves."

Mona feigned to smile, fighting the impulse to sneer at him. "I'll just say that my recollections of wolves are still vivid."

"And what are you?"

"I can't recall." She didn't think twice before responding. She maintained a harsh, deceptive, and seductive glare on him while putting another spoon in her mouth.

She was evolving significantly from the girl he had discovered in the forest. Did he enjoy it? Despite appearing feeble, she wasn't.

"You seem to be human."

"Do you really believe that?" Soon after asking, she inserted a fork with a piece of sauced meat into his mouth as his lips were about to part.

"Oh?" He grabbed the stake and his eyes widened just a little when she abruptly yanked out the fork.

She was also dangerous. He was interested in how dangerous she was.

She smiled in response to his warm, passionate, and exposed gaze, which made him feel impressed. She felt significant and powerful as a result that strong gaze.

"This is going to be difficult." She murmured and stared at the dish, concentrating on the meat.

Caspian fixed his eyes on her. She clearly had no idea that she had spoken those things aloud, but he remained silent and pretended not to hear her.

Without saying another word, he watched her consume every food on the tray, and when she was finished, he removed the tray from her and put it in the sink.

"Is this your personal kitchen?" Mona enquired, looking around the kitchen.

"You can say that," Caspian remarked nonchalantly, lifting up his sleeves to activate the tap.

Mona was surprised. Was he going to do the dishes?

"Did you cook those meals for me?"

"Shush! I am aware that you are now full and energized, but that doesn't mean you should use that energy to bother me."

Mona rolled her eyes, pouting her lips. She felt heavy and drowsy rather than energized.

Jumping up from the table, she moved over to his side. He washed the dishes in a manner resembling that of a skilled dish washer.

"Sit down, I'll wash them," he said without turning to face her.

"Aren't you a king or something? You have servants to do everything for you." Mona had to ask. She was incredibly shocked.

"Though my mother was queen, she preferred to spend her time in the kitchen than the throne room, and out of passion and leisure, she taught me how to cook, among other things." Caspian began, flashing a small smile.

His deep voice was calm, but it was clear that he was in pain, and Mona felt... awful.

What?!

"Is she..."

"Yes."

"Oh...." She nodded slowly, not feeling the slightest bit of excitement as she had anticipated, but rather pity for him.

"Father too," he immediately interrupted as he washed the dishes, pausing to cast a guilt-inducing glance her way.

"You need a bath too." He smiled at her.

"Oh.. okay." She forced a smile and continued staring at him until he was finished.

...

Caspian returned Mona to the room where she had been staying, but he left right away. A few minutes later, two maids entered the space, bowing their heads.

After greeting her, they started working on getting her ready for a bath and choosing a nightgown.

After they were done, she sat on the bed feeling incredibly rejuvenated.

"His Majesty has ordered us to see that you are asleep before we depart," One of the servants said. She was stunningly blonde.

"Where is he?" Mona enquired inquisitively.

"He departed the castle for some work." The second maid, a dark-skinned beauty, responded.

Mona was taken aback. However, when she remembered that he was a pure-blooded lycan with no set schedule for resting, she stopped wondering what kind of labor he was doing at this hour of the night. He was Alpha. He was responsible for several things.

Mona laid on the bed and immediately fell asleep whilst the maids exited the room.

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Late at night, while his manipulative mate was sound asleep, the door opened revealing Caspian standing there and peering into the bed. The only thing illuminating in the pitch-black room was the faint moonlight that was refracting throughout it and his scalding eyes.

"Are you asleep?" He inquired, but received the impression that she was asleep from the silence and the calm, regular beat of her heart and breathing.

Just as he was about to leave the room, he noticed a little glimmer of shining gold floating above her head.

"I won't call myself pathetic." He deadpanned and exited the room.