A Dangerous Obsession
Chapter 64 - 63

Chapter 64: Chapter 63

My hands pressed weakly against his chest, but the solid warmth of his body beneath my palms only made my resolve crumble further.

"You—you’re being ridiculous," I managed to say, though my voice wavered, betraying my lack of conviction.

"Am I?" he countered, leaning back just enough to meet my eyes. The heat in his gaze was unrelenting, dark and primal, sending my pulse skittering like prey caught in a hunter’s sights.

"Yes, your majesty!" I blurted, desperation creeping into my tone. "This is... this is completely inappropriate!"

He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that rumbled in his chest. "Inappropriate?" he murmured, tilting his head as if amused by the word. "You forget something important, darling. You are my bride."

Heat scorched my cheeks as his words wrapped around me like a chain. "I—I don’t want this," I stammered, clutching at the last shred of defiance I had left.

"But I do," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. "And what are we to do then, hmm?"

For a moment, time stood still. The air between us crackled with tension, his breath warm against my skin. My heart thundered in my chest, a chaotic rhythm that matched the storm brewing inside me.

But then I remembered who he was.

This wasn’t just anyone—it was him. The Lycan King. The arrogant, cruel, and impossible man who seemed to take pleasure in toying with me.

Summoning every ounce of willpower, I turned my head sharply, breaking the moment. "Your Majesty," I said, my voice trembling but firm. "This has gone far enough."

For a heartbeat, there was only silence. Then, to my surprise, he pulled back, his smirk not leaving his lips.

"You’re a stubborn one," he mused, almost to himself, his tone carrying a mix of amusement and something deeper, something unreadable.

I stayed frozen, my breath shallow, as he rose to his feet. His movements were unhurried, his presence still commanding even as he stepped away.

"Rest well, darling," he said softly, his voice laced with an undertone I couldn’t quite place. With that, he turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him.

The room was silent, but my mind was anything but. I sank back onto the bed, pressing a hand to my racing heart. My palms still tingled where they had pressed against him, and the faint memory of his touch lingered like a ghost.

I dragged a shaky breath, my thoughts spiraling. His words echoed in my head, taunting me. You are my bride. The claim, the audacity—it was infuriating.

Yet, as I lay there staring at the ceiling, another thought clawed its way to the surface, one I didn’t want to admit. Why did I not hate it? Why did a part of me—however small—respond to him?

Snap out of it, I scolded myself, shaking my head as if the motion could banish the confusing swirl of emotions.

Shoving the blankets aside, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Or at least, I tried to.

The moment I put weight on my feet, the room tilted violently, and a wave of dizziness slammed into me. My vision blurred, and I stumbled forward, my knees buckling as I collapsed to the ground. My palms slapped against the cold floor, and I gasped for breath, but it felt like the air was thick, heavy, refusing to fill my lungs.

Then came the pain.

It started as a dull ache in my chest, but it quickly grew sharper, deeper, like claws digging into my ribcage. I doubled over, clutching at my chest as if that could somehow stop the agony, but it only worsened.

And then the void hit me.

It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, an emptiness so profound it felt as though someone had reached inside me and ripped out a part of my soul. I froze, my hands trembling as I reached for the bond, the connection that had always been there, humming softly in the back of my mind.

But there was nothing.

"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Panic clawed its way up my throat as I tried again, reaching desperately for the presence that had always been there, no matter what.

But my wolf... she was gone.

"No, no, no," I gasped, shaking my head as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. This wasn’t possible. This couldn’t be possible. A werewolf’s bond with their wolf wasn’t something you could just lose. It was a part of you, as essential as breathing.

But the silence in my mind was deafening.

I collapsed onto my side, curling into myself as the pain in my chest grew unbearable. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, a grief so raw and overwhelming that it threatened to consume me.

"Where are you?" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Please... come back."

But there was no answer.

Tears streamed down my face as I lay there, helpless and broken. The room around me seemed to blur, the walls closing in as despair took hold. I didn’t know how long I stayed there, trembling and gasping for breath, but it felt like an eternity.

Eventually, the pain dulled, leaving only the hollow ache of the void. My limbs felt heavy, my body drained of every ounce of energy.

What had happened?

Why couldn’t I feel my wolf?

And... what did this mean for me?

I managed to pull myself up, gripping the edge of the bedframe as the dizziness tried to drag me down again. My legs felt weak, trembling beneath me as though they might give out any second, but I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t just sit and wallow in this emptiness.

There was only one person I could think of.

The thought felt insane, irrational even, but my body moved on instinct. Him. The Lycan King. Why was he the first person that came to mind in this horrible moment? Was it because he was always there? Or because, for all his arrogance and mind games, he had never truly hurt me.

Was it because he was all I had?

He was my captor, yes, but he was also the only constant in this strange, cruel new world I found myself in. He hadn’t abandoned me. Not yet, anyway.