Cursed Lycan's Scarred Mate
Chapter 63: Embracing a new style

Chapter 63: Embracing a new style

The following morning, Vivian roused early only to find the space beside her empty and the white sheets crumpled. The previous night, the Lycan brought her back to the safety of the coven mansion, and after a brief washup, she’d fallen asleep in his arms once he shifted back into his human skin.

However, she was surprised to discover he’d departed without informing her. Actually, leaving in the first place before her awakening was unusual.

Perhaps Ronan had taken control again; otherwise, the Lycan himself was too possessive to let her out of his sight.

Nevertheless, somewhat disappointed, Vivian swung her legs off to the side of the bed and stood up. She explored the chambers assigned to them, finding a vanity dresser table with adornments, jewellery, and cosmetics essentials.

The chamber was floored with polished oakwood with a large bear-skin rug in the middle of it. The bed was a four-poster design with velvet-red bedding and pillows over the white sheets.

Vivian was more curious about the white-furnished closet, bearing gold handles that beckoned her to browse through the garments.

Opening the closet, one stunning and extravagant outfit stood out in particular for her. The style was rather bold and daring compared to her usual tastes, but Vivian decided she was quite ready to evolve from her modest and elegant fashion sense.

If Ronan could not be persuaded or entranced by her personality, then donning something with a seductive flair ought to tamper with his sense of self-restraint.

While she was apologetic for her stubbornness and insisting that Ronan should allow her to bond with him, Vivian wasn’t quite prepared to discard her stubborn nature.

One way or the other. She’d make him fall.

She picked out the dress from the rack, admiring its design with fascination. The dress was made from striking, rich red and black colours. In essence, it was a high-low design.

Vivian donned the dress, standing before the mirror to savour a better view of the way the corset bodice had ornate details and a lace-high neckline complemented by puffy shoulders.

The front of the dress was short, and the skirt followed into a layered, flowing train with gold embroidery.

Pleased with the way the dress hugged her curves and shape in all the deliciously right ways, Vivian twirled around to test the comfortability of the dress.

The outfit was completed by black thigh-high stockings and heeled boots that featured the same ornate patterns on the dress.

Judging from the elaborate fit, Vivian could only conclude that it must have been Lady Morgana who had such an outfit tailored. After all, it very much suited the lady’s bold tastes.

Vivian brushed out the tangled knots in her hair, styling the thick wavy strands into a ponytail, followed by gold crescent moon-shaped earrings.

"Perhaps I should dress in this style more often," Vivian mumbled to herself, chuckling a moment later. "Let’s see how you resist me now, Ronan." She flicked her ponytail over her shoulder in a sassy way.

Truth be told, the only reason she could behave so audaciously around him without consequence was because of her favourable position with his Lycan. Vivian knew very well the beast adored her, and she could use that to her advantage as much as she desired.

"If his Lycan accepts me, who is he to reject me?" Vivian released a huff of breath, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "I should think of a name for his Lycan soon."

Lost in her thoughts, Vivian was disturbed by a knock on the door. She pivoted on her heels, approaching the door to open it. In the wedge of the doorway, she found Soran gazing down at her.

"What do you want?" Vivian asked curtly, her brow arched in question. "Why are you even here?"

"For someone who’s supposed to be dainty and cute, you have an awfully sharp tongue," Soran remarked with a light-hearted laugh, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. "How come you aren’t as sweet as you look?"

It must be because Ronan’s Lycan is spoiling her and encouraging her rebellious behaviour. Soran assumed. Although he knew little about Vivian, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the Lycan’s influence was responsible for Vivian’s sassy ways.

Yet she seemed like a helpless little bunny when she was around the Lycan or Ronan.

"Are you here to force me to drink more of your spell-brewed tea?" Vivian asked sharply, her arms folded under her bosom while she tapped her heeled boots impatiently on the floor. "I don’t want to drink any more of that magic-brewed swamp water."

Wow. She really doesn’t cut back on the insults.

Soran’s brows shot up in surprise, and he raised his hands defensively. "Look, Miss Moonborn, I mean no harm. I simply wish to talk about something important. May I come in?"

Vivian was sceptical to trust anyone other than her Alpha, and she absolutely despised Wickans. She would rather inhale poison on her last breath rather than spend a single second more than necessary in their proximity.

However, once again, she prided on the fact that if Soran intended to do anything he shouldn’t, the Lycan would rip him to shreds in a heartbeat.

So what if she was now a helpless omega who couldn’t shift into her wolf form to defend herself? She might as well make full use of the power at her disposal.

"Fine," Vivian said with an eye roll, stepping aside to allow him inside. "What do you want to talk about?"

Soran made himself comfortable on the white ornate bench in front of the vanity dresser, crossing one leg over the other.

Vivian remained near the door, leaning against it, and prepared to bolt outside if Soran attempted to harm her in any way. She scowled at him all the way, glaring at him while she waited for him to speak.

Soran sighed and shook his head.

"Have you ever heard of the Old World?" Soran questioned, cutting straight to the point. His eyes narrowed, scrutinising every inch of her body for any signs of a lie that would come with her next answer.

"I have," Vivian replied vaguely, not answering more than necessary. "Every werewolf born is taught about the existence of the Old World."

She repeatedly fidgeted with the emerald amulet around her neck.

Hence, that statement was a lie.

"Let’s say that is true." Soran decided to humour her. "What exactly do you know about it?"

"The same any other wolf does," Vivian answered briefly, her gaze lowered to the floor to avoid direct eye contact. "It existed before our world. It was a world where beasts and other creatures lived alongside the gods before the existence of humans."

She’s not going to reveal anything important easily. I’ll propose my deal to her and see where that goes. Soran remarked mentally, standing up once more and approaching Vivian with slow strides.

Vivian stiffened up, her hand twisted behind her back and latched onto the doorknob, ready to escape if needed.

Soran’s usually friendly smile shifted into something more cunning when he drew closer, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Shall I propose you a deal, Miss Moonborn? One that can benefit us both."