Female Novel
Chapter 22
“I am not asking you to. I am making my move and letting you know about it, Savannah.” He cuppedher chin and tilted it slightly toward him. “I will be sending you gifts. You will know when they arrive. Youcan stop bothering with the Trials. Trust me, you don’t need them.”
“Forgive me for not dropping my own agenda because a man I have only met twice says so.” Sherolled her eyes, unclear on how else c she should react. It was yet another male who thought he knewbetter than she did on what she needed. She wasn’t interested in those. Not to mention his wholeattitude and background were questionable, to say the least.
“Savannah, I understand,” he told her. “I know that you’ve been hurt before and ….”
He made a pause to enjoy her wide eyes. Many people in the West knew about her story, but it wasunlikely for it to spread in the North, yet what Bjorn was implying couldn’t be read any differently. Heobviously knew about her and Zack, which partially explained the scent he emitted.
“I will learn how to deal with you over time, and you will learn to trust me.” A promise which strangelyseemed like a threat to her. “Just wait for my gifts, and you’ll see…”
Suddenly, he abruptly looked to his right and then back at her, sighing. “I am afraid I have to go now,Savannah. I am not saying goodbye. Remember, I am the one who can give you what you came to theNorth for. Not him.”novelbin
“Listen,” she interrupted him, but he placed a finger to her lips.
“No time now,” Bjorn shook his head. “If you want to speak to me, place a lantern on your window whenyou go to sleep.”
She wanted to tell him that it was extremely unlikely she’d be calling him when she was going to sleep,but they got distracted. They both heard the sounds of four large paws landing nearby. Savannah knew
it was Kai before she smelled his scent and a feeling of relief made her
exhale happily. She turned to look at Bjorn, but the white werebear was already gone.
*Savvy!” The lycan king was running in her direction, absolutely naked and covered in blood. It didn’tbother him, but her cheeks flushed before he could reach her.
“Kai!” She tried to warn him about his nudity with her sharp tone, but he ignored her completely, lockingher in his arms and giving her the tightest of hugs. It felt divine. Even she had to admit to that. His headwas buried in the crook of her neck, and he inhaled sharply.
Suddenly, his whole body stiffened. “Who did this to you?” Kai growled.
23. A Royal Ride
“Who did this to you?!” Kai repeated his question as Savannah furrowed her brows, not understandingwhat he meant. Although, if she was being honest with herself, she was mostly trying really hard not tolook at his beautiful muscular body, exposed fully before her eyes. There was something about him thatalways tempted her mind to go to sinfully delicious places, and it was hard to have him this close withno clothes to boot.
“I’m,” she attempted to say something, but he placed his palm on her cheek and rubbed it gently withhis thumb, “fine … I’m fine.”
“The hell you are,” he grunted while his eyes glowed blue. “You have blood here.”
She tried to touch the same place he did and ended up placing her fingers on top of his, causing him tosuck in a deep and painful breath.
“I had the helmet on,” Savvy tried to explain while her cheeks were heating up from the tension. “I didn’tscratch my face. I probably got it when I wiped my hand or something.”
Kai caught her arm and started checking it, eyes grazing over every exposed inch of her skin. It did notescape him that she didn’t have his jacket on anymore, and he noticed it on the ground nearby.Meaning that for some reason, it was taken off her.
The blood pulsed in his veins at the thought of why that would have been necessary circling in hismind.
However, he quickly cooled down, concentrating on something more important. Savannah was healingrapidly, but he could see a few deep cuts and bruises on her. Her jeans were soaking with blood insome places, and she had one shoe on, making it hard for her to keep her balance.
“Savvy…” Kai wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words, realising that no matter howhe looked at it, he was the one at fault.