Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 28: The start of a connection

Chapter 28: The start of a connection

A few minutes later, when Ronan’s hard arousal settled down, he stepped closer to Vivian again. Although painful without release, the Lycan Alpha deemed his carnal needs insignificant.

He stubbornly affirmed himself that he wouldn’t dare to cross further physical boundaries with Vivian until she was completely healed and relieved from the cursed Wickan magic embedded into her skin.

"I...cannot try on dresses like this," Vivian mumbled, guilt-ridden for her shameful indulgence. How could she be so brazen enough to lose herself to pleasure in the public dressing room of an atelier? What would the other customers and Madame Sunny Shu think of her?

Ronan’s Lycan resurfaced his subtle, cynical smirk, caressing Vivian’s cheek with the back of his hand.

"Are you worried about the mess you made, little wolf?" Ronan’s Lycan asked, amused by Vivian’s shyness. "There’s no reason to be ashamed of what we did. I am your mate and you are mine."

"Ronan doesn’t seem to agree with that," Vivian replied almost venomously without intending to, but she had to admit that it was rather overwhelming to experience two completely different halves of the man.

The Lycan Alpha’s lips curled higher upwards in amusement.

"So you’ve noticed there’s a difference between us," Ronan’s Lycan stated, cradling the back of her head as he gazed deeply into the pretty emerald of her eyes. "Do you want Ronan to accept you as his mate?"

Vivian lowered her gaze which held clear uncertainty. Why would she want Ronan to accept her in the first place? She barely knew him for more than a few days and their connections have only been physical thus far.

Wasn’t she supposed to focus on using him as the stepping stone to cure the curse of Wickan magic cast upon her?

"Vivi," Ronan’s Lycan addressed her by that nickname for the first time and his tone was so gentle and smooth, the she-wolf knew she would become addicted to hearing it. "Do you want Ronan to like you or not?"

"I don’t know," Vivian answered shortly with a heavy sigh. "I don’t understand or know what I’m supposed to do. Will he remember any of this?"

"Do you want him to remember?" Ronan’s Lycan questioned out of consideration, his arm slipping around Vivian’s waist to draw her closer to his taller and broader frame.

The she-wolf shook her head.

"I don’t want him to remember," Vivian said, her voice laced with certainty this time. "If possible...I don’t ever want him to remember when he’s not the one in control."

"That can be arranged," Ronan’s Lycan reassured, bringing her wrist to his lips to leave a soft kiss there. "Ronan will not remember anything."

"Do...you have a name?" Vivian asked curiously, tilting her head to the side. "Or are you just known as his Lycan?"

A shadow of unease cast over the Lycan Alpha’s expression and his gaze hardened for the briefest of moments.

"I used to have one many aeons ago," Ronan’s Lycan revealed, his amber eyes brimming with aged sorrow he suppressed behind a cold glare. "It is lost now and I don’t remember it."

"That’s...sad." Vivian sounded remorseful, almost as if she felt a sense of pity for the Lycan Alpha.

"Are you sad for me, little wolf?" Ronan teased, tugging Vivian’s naked body flush against his own.

"Yes," she answered sincerely. "Forgetting your own name or having it taken from you... no one should have to feel that pain. Our names might not be the only thing that defines us but... it gives meaning to who we are."

The Lycan Alpha’s eyes widened in utter surprise, not expecting such an answer from the she-wolf. Stunned, he recovered a moment later and chuckled.

"You never cease to amaze me, little wolf," Ronan’s Lycan commented, pressing his forehead against hers as he closed his eyes. "You are absolutely right. Your words are wise and sincere."

"How...can I help you remember your name?" Vivian uncharacteristically lifted her hand and touched Ronan’s face, genuinely intrigued by the Lycan Alpha. "Are there memories... that you are missing?"

"I don’t want to remember it," Ronan’s Lycan objected. He removed his long sleeved shirt and draped it around Vivian’s shoulders, buttoning up. The shirt reached her knees, covering the majority of her body. "But perhaps you could give me one."

"Give you a name? I don’t know if it would be right. a name is something important."

Ronan’s Lycan lifted both her hands, covering them with his own as he brought them to his chest.

"I want you to," he requests, almost pleadingly. "Give me a name, Vivi. One that only you will always remember me by."

Vivian tensed for a moment, unsure if she was worthy and deserving enough to grant Ronan’s Lycan a name. Shouldn’t that name be granted by Ronan himself?

"I...will think of one," Vivian decided, looking back up to meet his gaze. "I don’t want to give you just any name. I will learn more about you first before deciding on one."

"Fine by me," the Lycan Alpha agreed, kissing both her hands. "Do you want me to come out more often? Would you feel more at ease that way?"

"Won’t that...upset Ronan?"

The Lycan Alpha shook his head.

"This is about what you want. Do you want me out more often or not, Vivi?"

Vivian nodded. She couldn’t quite justify why she felt a connection with Ronan’s Lycan, nor why she was so susceptible to his mischief. However, one thing was for certain and that was that she appreciated the Lycan’s fondness for her.

If fondness was what it could be called at all.

"Yes," Vivian finally gave her answer with a small smile. "I would like that."

"Good girl," his voice sounded deeper this time, in an alluring way that beckoned Vivian to be dutifully obedient.

"Madame Shu... will be wondering why we are taking so long with the measurements," Vivian reminded him. "I don’t want to soil the dresses with... you know."

Ronan’s Lycan immediately caught her meaning and he had to resist laughing at the she-wolf’s innocent worries.

"I don’t need a tape measure to figure out your measurements, little wolf. My hands are enough to measure every inch of you without a mistake." Ronan’s Lycan sounded so confidently sure of himself; perhaps he and his human half shared a common trait for arrogance.

Vivian blushed again. Why was the Lycan Alpha always so shameless and bold? It toyed with her heart in ways she couldn’t understand.

"Come," the Lycan Alpha said, suddenly lifting her up so that her legs locked around his waist. "Madame Sunny Shu has a bathhouse attached at the back of the atelier."