Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 57: Excuses

Chapter 57: Excuses

On the contrary, Soran paced anxiously outside the doors to the enclosed bath pools. Much like other Wickans who enjoyed the quieter hours of the night to soak in the magical waters, he arrived earlier to reserve a pool for himself before it became overcrowded.

However, upon his arrival, he heard unusual sounds resonating from behind the closed doors of the bath pools. He assumed someone was in distress and pain, but when he drew closer, he quickly realised that his conclusion was wrong.

"You can’t be serious." Soran muttered to himself, his hand freezing when he reached for the doorknob, hesitating to turn it. He pulled back his hand and pressed his ear to the door, closing his eyes to concentrate on the sounds.

Figuring out the nature behind the sounds, he took a hurried step back, and his hand flew to his mouth in surprise.

"Are they really doing that here..." Soran trailed off, shaking his head with a sigh. "Ronan, that bastard. Doing whatever he pleases, whenever he pleases and wherever he pleases."

Frankly, he wasn’t quite sure what to think of the situation. As much as he’d have judged them at a different time, it would be awkward to storm into the bath pool area and disturb their intimacy.

"I suppose I’ll just have to stand guard here," Soran said, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned with his back against the door. "They better hurry it up. Others will start flooding in here soon."

"Stand guard for what reason?" The Coven Leader’s voice sounded, her thick, high-heeled boots noisily stomping her way towards him. "What are you doing, Soran?"

The Wickan was startled by Lady Morgana’s voice, immediately shuffling away from the door to impede her path. She curled up an eyebrow questioningly, impatiently tapping the heel of her boot on the stone floor.

"Are you going to answer, ill-mannered brat? Do not tell me you’ve brought another one of your lovers here to ravish you in the bath pools," Lady Morgana remarked bluntly, not withholding her words. "How many times have I warned you not to—"

Soran interrupted her, bringing a finger to his lip and making a harsh hush sound to silence her.

"Do not speak so loud, milady," Soran advised, whispering. "You shouldn’t go into the bath pools right now."

Lady Morgana regarded him suspiciously, trying to understand his evasive behaviour. Why was he acting so strange?

"Are you issuing orders to me, Soran?" Lady Morgan’s magenta eyes lit up dangerously.

While Soran did not earn a favourable impression with Vivian, there was something about the young she-wolf that captured his sense of pity. He of all knew that Lady Morgana would raise hell if she knew what shameless and indecent affairs unravelled between Vivian and Ronan in the heat of the bath pools.

"It’s overcrowded at the moment," Soran lied, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head while he avoided eye contact. "And... I did bring one of my lovers."

Lady Morgana let out an exasperated sigh, bringing her hand to her forehead. She searched his eyes for any hint of deception; however, it was difficult to tell with Soran.

His piercing blue eyes never reflected his emotions after all.

"Let this be the last time," she remarked warningly. "Inform me when it isn’t too crowded. I need a hot bath to relax."

With that being said, Lady Morgana departed without another word.

Relieved, Soran slumped to his rear down the door, resting his head back against it.

"She better be nice to me for doing this," Soran said with a weary click of his tongue. "And Ronan will owe me a favour."

On the other hand, Vivian was in high spirits to be more adventurous than what was usual for her. Still seated on Ronan’s torso, she glanced over her shoulder to notice the bulge in his pants.

Reading her thoughts, the Lycan caught her chin between his forefinger and angled her gaze back to his.

"It will go down," he reassured. Just like before, he was shutting her out. "You don’t need to worry about it, princess."

Did he detest the idea of Vivian touching him that much? Why did he only pay attention to her pleasures and never his own?

"Is it not painful if you leave it that way?" Vivian asked, staring down at him while his hand moved to her waist again.

"Yes, but it doesn’t matter—"

"Is it because you don’t want me to touch you?" Vivian pressed further; her eyes narrowed daringly. "Are you that repulsed by my markings and think it will affect you in some way?"

Patience was never the Lycan’s strongest suit.

Often his own clan reprimanded him for losing his temper and lashing out at the smallest of things.

However, for Vivian, if it meant turning pride into patience, then so be it.

Who could blame her for those insecurities?

"That’s not it," the Lycan denied, his hands moving to massage her waist again "I adore your touch, little wolf. Your body against mine is the only physical feeling I can enjoy and crave more than anything."

"Then why?" Vivian’s eyes had become glossy, holding back tears. "You haven’t allowed me to do anything intimate since we first met. First it was my heat; what’s your excuse now?"

Oh, she’s getting bolder with words. The Lycan thought, amused by the fact that she sounded like she was scolding him. This is hard for me.

How could he tell her that any reciprocation of touch from her needed to be out of her own will and not because of her obligation to please her Alpha in return?

"Why do you want to touch me, princess?" The Lycan posed his question calmly, tracing slow lines along the small of her back.

"To...return the favour," Vivian admitted, her cheeks flushing. "You made me feel good, so I want to do the same."

Naturally, the Lycan understood her omega instincts screaming at her to satisfy her Alpha’s desires; however, oddly enough, he refused to abide by that law of instincts between them.

By nature, he would have lunged at the opportunity to let her pleasure him, but a part of him didn’t want to seize that advantage.

After all, he wasn’t simply doing her a favour.

It was what he wanted.

Lying to ourselves, are we? Ronan’s inner voice spoke, gaining some sense of his conscious mind. You and I know damn well it has nothing to do with her doing it for the sake of returning a favour or doing it out of her own will.

Ronan was right. For once.

"You have no idea how much I’m barely hanging by a thread, little wolf," the Lycan stated, his eyes flashing amber dangerously. "If you touch me, I will have no sense of control. I will abandon all sense of being a gentleman to you and take you right here like the beast I am."

Vivian needed to understand just how much of a short-fused explosive the Lycan Alpha was.

"Then learn self-control," Vivian countered, unwilling to back down. "I won’t accept that excuse. If you found me repulsive, I would have accepted that and moved on. Not this."