26| Chaos

They heard a shuffling sound as he was about to thrust, which made Lycan King suspicious and he sat back.

"Someone is here!"

He sniffed and narrowed his eyes, searching for any sign of life or something else which has disturbed them. His fists clenched and his jaw clenched. He jumped out of bed and put on the clothes that were scattered on the floor. Orla sat down on the bed and wrapped the blanket around her.

"You are not stepping down this bed!" He forewarned her and threatened her in his most authoritative and deep voice. Even if he hadn't warned her, she was already so broken that she didn't want to move. She has started to believe what he said earlier that she has nowhere to go.

He bolted from the room, his body ablaze with rage and fire. He was not going to abandon the person who had dared to ruin his moment.

Every step he took was aggressive, authoritative, and massive. It only took him a few minutes to get there. When he saw a pack of werewolves attacking his house, he roared