All Chapters of The Lycan King's Assassin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Willow POV I pull up to the Wolf's Den at exactly 8:55 PM. My eyes glance around the parking lot, hoping to see Osiris outside, but I have no such luck. It looks like I am going to have to go inside. Stepping out of my cute little sports car, I look disgustingly at the building in front of me. This looks like the type of place rogues meet up to do drug deals. The siding on the building is mismatched, as are the shingles on the roof. It looks like the whole building was once painted black, but now it is weathered and peeling. There is a crudely painted wolf howling at the moon on the sign. I wrinkle my nose as soon as I walk into the bar. Even without a wolf, the smell of drugs, alcohol, and sweat is overpowering. The bar is busier than I expected it to be on a Wednesday night. Pushing my way through the crowd, I make my way to the bar. An older woman with bright red hair is handling the bar alone. Most people here must be regulars because she knows their order without

Willow POV An awkward silence fills the car ride to the rogue colony. I feel like I need to make small talk with Osiris, but I am also fine ignoring his existence. Osiris pulls the car over onto the side of the road and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a red bandana. "I can't let you see the way to the colony. Not until I know that you can be trusted." He tells me. I wouldn't say I like it, but I must play my part well. "What if I promise to keep my eyes closed?" I laugh, pretending to be nervous. "No," Osiris says seriously. "It is this way, or I leave you here on the side of the highway." I can tell by his tone of voice that he is not joking. He will leave me here to protect his colony, and that is something that I will have to learn to respect. "Okay," I say, holding my hand out for the bandana. "I will wear it." "I have to put it on," Osiris says in the same solemn tone. "I don't like to be touched," I remind him, but he doesn't seem to care. "I promise no

Osiris POV I find myself standing back outside of the Wolf's Den bar. I don't know what keeps bringing me back to this place, but it feels like home. It is after hours, but I know that Celeste is probably still inside cleaning up. Making my way around the back, I slip in through the service entrance. As I walk out from the back, Celeste stands with her hand on her hip and a glass of bourbon in the other. Her fiery red hair is falling out of its messy bun, and the wrinkles beside her eyes are more pronounced. Working nights at the bar has taken a toll on her, and I wish that she would take me up on my offer to quit this place and join my colony. But she insists that she is a loner. "I knew you would be back," she says as she places the glass on the bar and continues wiping down the tables. "How did you know?" I groan before drinking the glass of bourbon all in one go. Pointing to her temple, Celeste doesn't answer. "If you know so much, just tell me what I am supposed

Osiris POV Willow falls back asleep quickly, but I cannot say the same for myself. The faint scent of her arousal is still in the air, and it is driving not only me but King crazy. My eyes rake over her bandaged torso, and I can feel my erection growing at the sight of her perfectly round nipples trying to break free. 'We have to get out of here,' I tell King, and he only nods in agreement. Carefully I slip from the bed and pull my dirty jeans back on, quickly checking the pocket for paper that contains the drawing of her runes. My hand wraps around the piece of paper, and I know where I need to go. Closing the bedroom door behind me, I consider locking it from the outside but instantly decide against it. I don't want Willow to feel like a prisoner. She is the Luna of my pack and will be treated as such. After alerting the house staff that there is a guest in my room and she is to be treated with respect. I make my way outside to my car. Sitting behind the steering wheel

Willow POV I don't miss how Osiris's eyes darken as he looks at me in nothing but a towel. Holding the towel just above my breasts, I stand up and run just the tips of my fingers along his collar. I am careful to ensure that my hand's palm doesn't touch his skin. But I have to admit that it is tempting. I have never wanted to dive into someone's mind more than I want to dive into Osiris's. Something about him has piqued my curiosity, and I cannot shake it. I want to know everything about him: secrets and all. Before I get too brazen and touch him, I drop my hand to my side and try to slide past him. But Osiris isn't going to let me go that easily. Grabbing my wrist, Osiris rips the towel away from my chest, and it falls to the ground. I ball up my hands to protect my palms while Osiris pins me to the wall with my hands above my head. "Please, don't make me head butt you," I groan, trying to ignore the fact that my body is exposed before him. Osiris doesn't speak. He on