The Lycan’s Human Mate

I sighed and took off my boots, entering the room with only my socks on. Even though there was already a small amount of dirt where Traian walked in, I didn’t want to scuff up the spotless floor of this lovely house.

As soon as I walked inside, the interior astounded me. It was really neat, clean, and organized, with minimal furnishings. It is a mix of simplicity and sophistication. Such a lovely and cozy place.

I scanned the area in search of the restroom while debating whether or not to ask Traian where it was. Till the rain stopped and I was out of his sight, it would be best to keep conversation with this man to a minimum.

Traian came out of the kitchen and stared at me, which caused my stream of thinking to pause. I couldn’t help but notice how fast his gaze swept over my body. Heck, I can feel my body reacting to every movement he makes. I am feeling so wicked right now and bad. So much for being a bad girl.

“You are welcome to use the restroom in my room,” he said, indicating the stairs.

“Why in your room? I am ok with the ones here if you have one,” I said with a raised eyebrow.

I mean he should have one on the first floor. There is no way he will permit his visitors to relieve themselves all the way to his personal quarters.

Traian smirked. And with his chest exposed, his abs on display, and the gray sweatpants and his gorgeous face, it’s a lethal combo. Like one of the models, I used to be obsessed with in college. Why does he have to be so damn handsome?

“Are you checking me out, angel?”

“Excuse me? I am not checking you out more like thinking why the heck you’re dressed like that when it is cold” I hate how it came out as high-pitched and fast which may sound a little defensive.

Which I am.

He chuckled, and I couldn’t stop listening to his voice. The rich, velvety voice that all women like. Yeah, I’m one of those women.

“Okay, I get it. So to answer your first question before my body grabs your attention, the lock of the door here on the first floor is broken. But if you want to wash with the door unlocked, you can use it. I promise I won’t peek” He raised his hand with an amused grin on his face.

I gave him a glare before moving up to the second floor. Since his room was the only one on the floor, it was simple to find. When I opened it, I was a little taken aback by the fact that it was unlocked. I stepped inside and the appearance of the room made me gasp. The room had a black and gray color scheme, with the bed covered in black covers, a plush, expensive carpet, and gray walls. This chamber was different from the first floor’s brown-colored walls that matched the natural environment. The bookshelf and glass balcony that was hidden by the heavy black drapes gave the impression of being in Traian’s castle room. I remember it. Every touch and sound we make, I remember it clearly.

I curled my hand, turned my head away from the inviting-looking bed, and forced myself to go to the restroom. The bathroom, like the rest of the property, exudes opulence with its huge bathtub, marble sink, and spacious shower area.

I entered the shower room, locked the door, and began to get undressed. The feeling of the hot water on my skin made me sigh contentedly at how soothing and relaxing it felt. After the drama at the diner, a relaxing bath was needed.

My thoughts wandered to Adam’s response when I thought about the diner. He appeared to know Lara, and based on their exchange of words earlier, it appeared like they had a one-night fling as well. Perhaps this was Adam’s real motivation for agreeing to eat at the diner. Because of the way he sounded earlier, he sounded a bit upset.

Maybe Lara left him without a word.

Just like you? A small part of my mind countered.

I exhaled and shut off the shower. I snatched the towel and started drying my body while seeing how wrinkly my hands were. It looks like I stayed a little longer.

It was fine though maybe once I got outside, the rain stopped already.

When I looked at the sink, it was then I realized my problem. My eyes widened at the thought of clothes.

“Shit” I whispered. How could I have forgotten clothes?!

Leaning closer to the door, I bit my bottom lip.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I called out, “Traian?”

When no one answered, I slowly opened the door and peeked my head at the door and at the whole room. He was not in the room. My gaze fell upon the bed where a white shirt and black boxers were laid out. I was certain that it had not been there earlier.

I was about to step outside when suddenly Traian’s voice came from the door.

“The clothes on the bed are yours.”

I quickly move backward in panic causing my ankle to hit the frame of the door. I hissed but instantly bit my lower lip while my face twisted in a grimace. It hurts. I instinctively grip the wall.

“Are you okay?”

I glanced at the door and nodded even though he couldn’t see me.

“Yeah, Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you” I said in a strained tone.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just hit my ankle”

“Okay”

I could only sluggishly make my way to the bed and grab the clothing after hearing him descend the stairs. After giving my feet some time to rest and the discomfort beginning to subside, I changed into the clothes, pulling the white shirt over my head. When the shirt’s hem reached my knees and the sleeves dropped down from my shoulders, it nearly looked like a dress to me. I sighed and pulled the sleeves up, forcing my shirt to ride up and reveal my thigh. My nipples, stiff from the cold and rubbing against the fabric, did not make the situation any better.

“Damn it,” I grumbled as I realized I couldn’t wear my coat any longer since it was soaked from the rain.

My stomach began to growl in hunger as I was busy pondering and tapping my feet on the floor. I didn’t get to eat in the diner, and I didn’t finish my salad earlier.

I shake my head and decide to come down. I’ll just request a jacket or any other clothing. Traian was setting the table when I arrived downstairs and followed the noises to the kitchen. The smell of the food made my mouth water.

I heard a chuckle near me and I turned to my left to find him pulling a chair. “Take a seat,” he said, indicating a chair. Your stomach was complaining”

“Thank you,” I said and took a seat. “You make good food,”

Across from me, Traian snags the seat. Now sporting a black shirt, he asked, “Why do you think so? You have yet to taste it.”

I said with a shrug, “I know because it smells so good.”