The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

"Why do I feel like you've been following me?" His answer is a smile. He then takes a sip of his drink and trains his eyes on me, but still doesn't say anything. "Have you?" I try to follow up.

"What does it matter?"

That's his way of saying yes, he has been following me.

"That's just wrong and weird and... creepy. Who does that?"

"I do!"

"Since when?"

"You don't wanna know." Another small sip of his drink. "I'm just trying to make sure you are safe." His voice is noticeably gentler.

"I am safe!"

"You don't know that." He argues, still keeping a very fluid tone. I close my eyes, suck in a deep breath, exhale heavily before snapping them open again. My brain cells are dividing in my head. This conversation is draining the energy from my bones and I hate the fluttering sensation I feel in my stomach.

He has done nothing but annoy me since he showed up here, but a part of me likes the fact that he's here with me. It even dares to feel excited. Those stupid butterflies in my stomach won't stay calm and no matter how much I pluck the flower petals that keep blooming in my chest, they keep growing out.

I hate that I like this time we are spending together.

hate that I still enjoy

you

I came here to drink, not to talk or

buy you another

"This one's enough!"

two years ago." That statement

my brows at him. "I was feisty two years ago. I was weak and naive

the glass on

trampled over you?" He asks when he's

"Didn't you?"

don't like where this

Then let it end already." I pick up my purse and step down from the stool again, this time looking more determined to leave than

something important

to hear it." I demur, shaking my

You have to listen. I'm begging you. Please." His fervent beseeching shocks me

on

any sleep tonight or get any work done tomorrow or hell... live my life as I should if I don't listen to what he wants to say to me. "Fine." I finally agree, praying in my heart that I don't look as excited as I feel.

it is,