The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

---- 199. I HATE YOUR KIND. VICTORIA Only a few seconds passed, but they felt like hours... until he let go. The worst part? He wiped his hand on his leather pants like I disgusted him. "I know you're not from my realm. Don't get it twisted-I'm letting you live so I don't start a war with another territory." He gave me that bullshit excuse even he didn't believe.

"And since it's obvious you freed your hands, heal your own wounds," he added, walking over to a table and tossing a little jar of ointment at me. I was fuming How the hell did this insufferable male dare treat me like some kind of contagious disease? "Fine, then send someone to help me with my back," I said out of nowhere, right before he could storm off. Yes, it was true-I'd already slipped out of the restraints.

on my thigh, but I can't reach my back. So send someone..." "No!" he snapped, no room for argument. I noticed the tension in his

pointed out, as if it wasn't obvious. I walked calmly and propped one leg up on a closed chest. I grabbed the ointment and rubbed it into the wounds that were already starting to close. I knew he was standing there at the tent entrance, silent, but his racing heart gave him away. I waited... bending forward and rubbing the cool cream over my skin. My