Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 59: To prove a point [1]

Chapter 59: To prove a point [1]

Vivian tilted her head to her right shoulder, studying the inner turmoil blazing in the red hue of Ronan’s eyes. Normally, she would have been frightened out of her mind and would have recoiled because of his snarling threats as she would with Dane, yet that was not the case.

With Ronan, it was easy to discern that his priority was to ensure she remained safe even from him. He fought so desperately to suppress his primal instincts, and it made her wonder if he was truly a ruthless Lycan, as rumours claimed his kind to be.

"You are afraid," Vivian said candidly, stretching her hand to touch his face. By instinct, Ronan eagerly leaned into the palm of her hand, seeking solace to tame the beast within him. "But that fear is not because you think you will hurt me, nor fear that you will lose control."

Ronan’s eyes flashed open again, taken aback by her words. Was she telling him that he didn’t understand the nature of his own fears? Why else would he be afraid?

And as if reading his mind, Vivian answered, "You are afraid to accept your own Lycan, Ronan. I may not be the smartest omega, but my previous mating taught me how to read emotions. People only hide and restrain something within them when they’re afraid to embrace it."

Vivian was confident with her assessment, and the daring look in her emerald eyes suggested she knew she’d struck a sensitive nerve in Ronan.

All his life, the Lycan Alpha paraded where he wished with an air of arrogance, and none were brazen enough to judge his character. Yet Vivian, who was a frightened mess a few days ago, discovered her courage to talk back to him.

However, it was futile to argue with her point.

Ronan had always been afraid of embracing his Lycan half, and he despised the beast more than anything.

Yet, he refused to admit that. Such was the nature of his pride and ego.

Disgruntled, Ronan released Vivian and stood up, tucking himself back into his trousers as comfortable as it was.

"Where are you going?" Vivian asked, gathering her strength to stand up, stumbling a little, but Ronan was quick to steady her by her waist, then quickly removing his hands again. "Ronan?"

"Outside," Ronan responded nonchalantly, turning away from her. "Go to the chambers they gave us and rest. I’ll return by morning."

"Ronan, are you angry with me?" Vivian took a few steps towards him, reaching for his hand but he jerked back to avoid her touch.

The cold reaction made Vivian’s hand freeze achingly, almost as if her hand received a sharp jolt of electricity, retracting it. She looked away, forlorn, while she rubbed her arm for comfort.

I shouldn’t have said anything. Vivian mentally scolded herself, her lips pressed into a thin line. She pledged to herself she wouldn’t shed anymore weak and useless tears, but she could already feel the thick ball of tightness forming in the back of her throat.

Like before, when Ronan stormed off the night at his house, leaving her by her lonesome, he intended the same.

She was foolish to impose her feelings on him when she very well knew there was no sign of acceptance from his end.

Ronan, on the contrary, immediately regretted his indifference. When he saw the sorrowful expression on Vivian’s face, his eyes softened into their usual amber colour.

What the hell am I doing? How am I any different from Dane?

Ronan berated himself, ashamed that he was once again the reason for anguished tears leaking from the corners of his omega’s eyes.

Suppressing his pride and needless anger, he ran a hand furiously through his damp, curly hair. He approached Vivian again and lifted her up, throwing her half over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" Vivian squealed, repeatedly banging her fist on his back in protest. "Put me down, Ronan!’

The Lycan Alpha disregarded her plea for freedom and stormed out of the bath pool area. He booted open the door, sending a half-asleep Soran somersaulting through the air from the impact of the door being forced open. The Wickan fell face down with a pained groan, holding his head to regain clarity while he struggled to sit up.

"What the hell?" Soran cussed, turning around to hurl a piece of his mind at the perpetrator, but Ronan was already long gone. The only thing that could be heard was Vivian’s angry shouts to be released in the distance. "That bastard...what the hell is he thinking?" Soran rubbed his sore back, certain that he’d broken something.

Vivian didn’t understand why Ronan suddenly swung her over his shoulder, but she wasn’t pleased with his actions either. The man’s body was a fortress of iron, and no matter how much strength she powered into her punches, he didn’t budge nor wince.

"Will you at least tell me where we’re going?" Vivian questioned, weary from attempting to fight him off. She ceased her struggles and remained strung half over his shoulder like she weighed nothing to him.

Ronan didn’t answer until they reached outside. There were two distinguishly dressed Wickans on guard. Both were women, tall and fierce as they impeded Ronan’s path with their hands raised in a stance to cast any defensive spells.

One sharp look and warning growl from the Lycan Alpha forced them to lower their defences and step aside, allowing him to leave. The Wickans exchanged glances after his departure, deciding not to intervene with a brutal beast that could rip them apart to shreds at any given moment.

Ronan trekked deep into the forest. The only sounds accompanying them were the chirping of crickets, hoots of owls and rustling from the bushes when smaller animals scurried away upon his arrival.

Once deep enough past the boundaries of the forest, where the moonlight was powerful and luminous at the edge of a lake, Ronan set Vivian on her feet. He didn’t utter another word, only closing his eyes in concentration to embrace the beast within him.

The sound of bones snapping, growing longer and re-aligning sent birds fluttering off into the night skies with fearful screeches. Ronons shifted into his Lycan form, a bipedal beast towering over Vivian with razor claws and elongated canines.

His transformation was followed by a beastly roar that quietened every little chirp or shriek from within the forest.

Vivian took a wary step back. Although she’d observed his Lycan transformation before and didn’t react as fearfully as she did now, there was something more wild and dangerous about the dark red glow in the beast’s eyes.

That was the hunting gaze of a predator eyeing its prey.

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