The Lycan King’s Stolen Luna: Faking Amnesia to Revenge My Alpha Chapter 07

The Lycan King’s Stolen Luna: Faking Amnesia to Revenge My Alpha Chapter 07

Ryan froze the second he set the takeout bag on the nightstand.

He turned back to me, his brow furrowed deep. “What did you just call me?”

I blinked up at him, perfectly innocent.

“Mate?”

His jaw tightened.

He stared at me for a long, heavy beat before punching the nurse call button.

Within minutes, the medical staff swarmed the room to run their checks.

The entire time, Ryan kept looking back at me. He stared at my eyes-completely trusting, totally

defenseless-and then at the bandage on my forehead.

He knew that if my head wasn’t scrambled, I would never look at him with this kind of submissive

devotion.

The moment they cleared out, I scrambled off the bed and threw myself into his arms, locking my

hands behind his neck.

“Did I scare you last night, baby?”

Ryan’s frame went rigid. He looked down at me, his chest heaving as if he were about to speak the

truth-but the monster inside him won.

His massive arms wrapped around me, pulling me flush against his hard chest.

“Yeah,” he rumbled, his voice thick.

“I’m sorry for worrying you. I’ll be careful from now on, I promise.”

Before he could pull away, I stood on my tiptoes and planted a loud, wet kiss right on his cheek.

The man instantly pushed me back.

I thought I’d gone too far and disgusted him, but my eyes caught the sudden, fiery flush creeping up

his neck.

He was blushing.

The ruthless Lycan King was actually blushing.

Ryan couldn’t even look me in the eye.

He reached into his pocket for his cigarettes, but remembering he was in a hospital, he shoved

them back in.

“I… I have some things to handle at the office.”

I gave him a sweet, obedient nod. “Go ahead, honey. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

Hearing that “honey” made his face burn even hotter, but he still didn’t correct me.

After all… Ethan was too busy to notice anyway, wasn’t he?

They kept me in the hospital for a week.

Once the gash on my forehead scabbed over and the doctor cleared me, I signed the discharge

papers.

I sat in the passenger seat of Ryan’s car, watching him drive in the exact opposite direction of my

house. I didn’t say a word.

Ryan brought me straight to his place.

It was a massive luxury penthouse overlooking Dragon Lake, situated in the most exclusive,

high-tier district of the werewolf continent.

Ethan had wanted to buy a property here for years just to brag about being Ryan’s neighbor, but this

territory belonged strictly to old-money, elite Alphas.

Even though Ethan ruled the Silver Ridge Pack, to the wolves living here, he was just a nobody

running a minor border pack.

None of the homeowners would even look at his offers.

Ethan had been in a toxic mood for months because of that rejection.

He’d spend entire dinner dates blowing up people’s phones trying to pull connections, which led to

a ton of fights between us.

I kept telling him that a home just needed to be cozy and accessible, that wasting millions on a

status symbol wasn’t worth it.

But to Ethan, this zip code was everything.

I looked out at the sunset bleeding over Dragon Lake. It was breathtaking.

“Want to go lay down?”

Strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind.

The crisp, intoxicating scent of pine and winter air rolled off his skin, sending a delicious shiver straight down my spine.

I pried his hands off, spinning around in his embrace to loop my arms tightly around his neck.

Then, I pulled him down and pressed my lips against his.

A dark storm flared in Ryan’s eyes.

He hesitated for a fraction of a second before his hand locked around the back of my head, completely taking over the kiss.

We had kissed a few times in the hospital over the past week, and he had gone from stiff and awkward to aggressively dominant.

Every nerve in my body set on fire under his heavy, agonizingly skillful touch.

He flipped us, pinning me down into the deep leather cushions of the living room sofa.

Just as I thought I was about to get exactly what I wanted, the harsh buzz of a phone shattered the heavy, suffocating tension.

Ryan dragged his mouth away from my collarbone, his breathing ragged and his eyes dark with

unspent fury.

He kept himself propped over me with one massive forearm, using his free hand to fish out his

phone.

He glanced at the caller ID, getting ready to slide off me.

I didn’t let him.

I locked my legs around his waist, and as he tried to sit up, I shifted my weight and slammed my ass right down onto his rock-hard cock through his trousers.

“Don’t go, honey.” I whispered, tracing his jawline. “Don’t you want me?”

Ryan’s lower abdomen went completely rigid, his veins bulging against his skin-but he didn’t push me off…