Chapter 70-2
Pathetic? Maybe.
Especially knowing that Troy had probably moved on. Now that I wasn’t there fucking with his
head and his mating bond, he believed what I’d been telling him all along.
That he was better off without me.
Wasn’t that a bitch to live with?
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After my shower, I toweled off, dressed, and wound my wet hair up into a pin. Morven had once
made a comment about how he loved my hair down. I hadn’t worn it down for him since. When he
asked, I told him that I didn’t want to ruin the pretty dresses with my wet hair, and I wasn’t the kind
of woman to do a whole blow out. He offered to send someone up to help me get ready.
I hadn’t bothered to respond.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I pulled myself up short with a gasp.
There was a dining cart in my living room and a disgusting excuse for an alpha on my sofa.
What the fuck?
Belatedly, I realized I said those words out loud. Morven looked me up and down with a strange manic light in his eyes. “Forgive me. I thought we might have dinner in your suite tonight, where you might be more comfortable.”
“Dinner is still an hour away.”
“And yet you’re ready. How fortuitous.”
My stomach rolled. Had he hoped to catch me dressing? To sneak in while I was still showering?
To catch me asleep?
“You promised me that you would not enter my suite without my permission.”
“I knocked. It’s just dinner, Kiana. After all this time, I thought we’d progressed past the fear.” Moving to the small dining table, he pulled out a chair. “Mate.”
“Just because you say it, just because you’ve lied to your pack or forced your pack to say it, does not make it true, and we both know it. I will never be your mate, Morven, and honestly, I would think you’d honor your wolf a little bit better.”
He snarled, but only for a moment before he schooled his features. “You aren’t ready. I understand. It will take time for you to mourn the loss of your previous mate. Or perhaps you are still hoping
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that he’ll come rescue you. I have time.”
“Time for what?”
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“Time for you to understand your new reality. Come. Eat with me, Mate. Tell me about your day.”
That Morven had time bothered me.
Was there some sort of looming deadline I didn’t know about? Slowly, I took my seat and thanked him. “Dinner smells great.”
“Shrimp Alfredo. One of your favorites, isn’t it?”
It was, something I had only discovered since living with Troy. It was definitely not something that Morven should know. “What a wonderful surprise.”
The most incredible chef in the world couldn’t have made the meal palatable for me at that moment, but I’d forced myself to twirl my fork in the fettuccini while Morven poured more wine. It was another one of our rituals. He’d serve me alcohol and I’d never touch it.
For half an hour, I forced myself to have polite conversation. I answered his questions, asked a few of my own, and tried to not vomit every time he smiled at me.
“Dessert?” He asked as he removed the silver cloche to reveal a decadent chocolate cake.
“No thank you.”
“Then I have a surprise for you. Don’t move.”
I was in no mood for surprises, and every muscle in my body tensed as he rose from his chair and circled the small table, his footsteps slow, deliberate, predatory.
“I know you’re struggling to think of me as your mate,” Morven murmured, his voice smooth but edged like a steel, “but you must admit, I’ve given you a good life here. You’re treated well. I hope you realize this is not Wolfspire. We welcome you. You have a home here, a position, a voice.”
I didn’t turn. “And a lock on the door?”
“That is for your safety, Kiana. You know that.”
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