The Lycan King's Rebel

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

-HER-

"Close enough?" I couldn't help but question him in astonishment. I was close to losing my shit after hearing him say that. I looked at him, expecting an answer but he remained quiet. "Tell me Ezekiel what did you do? Did you kill your family for the throne too? I want to know,"

"You don't have to know. You'll hate me," He returned.

"What makes you think that I don't hate you already?" I asked pointedly. My words seemed to have fuelled something dangerous in his eyes.

"So you hate me?" He questioned darkly.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"It's very childish to hate someone just because they called you ugly. I didn't even mean-" I interrupted him with a growl. Just his blatancy and obnoxiousness were enough to hate him. He didn't need to open his mouth to say something or do something to make one hate him.

One didn't need to have a particular reason to hate him. His simple existence was enough for one to hate him but the mate bond and the wolf in me strongly disagreed with this. I guess I'd have to push them back even more for now.

"I hate you because you are a scheming, sexist son of a bastard and the king of chauvinists and sadists," I spat loathingly while he stayed silent and still beside me, taking all of this in.

"That's not a good enough reason,"

"It might not be for you but it's for me,"

"So you'll never mate with me?"

"Ever,"

"That's not going to work out, Celeste. You're my mate. You'd have to come to me one time or the other,"

"What makes you think that?" I challenged, "I spent almost a decade without you. I'd always do well without you and besides, you didn't want me," I reminded him.

He replied after a brief silence, "I might not want you..." He trailed off before brushing his lips against my earlobe and whispering, "but I need you,"

His words sent a shiver down my spine and made my wold stir inside me. Any girl in my place would have melted. I would have melted too if I weren't aware of his dark side.

"I don't want to do anything with you even if we're mates,"

"I'm not perfect, Celeste,"

"Yes, you're not perfect, Ezekiel," I told him gently before adding sarcastically, "You're straight-up sexist and an obnoxious idiot. I don't do people who have these two traits," I told him, jagging a finger in his chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Add ignorance to the list too," With that, I turned away to give him my back. He sighed deeply behind me before wrapping his arms tighter around me and pulling me further close to his body. I wanted to protest but I was very much tired by now and my eyelids felt too heavy.

"I know you'll accept me some time," He spoke after a while. His voice was more like a whisper.

"In your dreams," I responded before I was being trapped into a dream myself, and oh, the kind of dream it was.

~

The next day I made sure to maintain a good amount of distance from him. If he ever got too close to me then all I had to do was glance in the direction of the river. It was enough to keep him away because he knew that if he laid his hands on me again then he'd have to tell me about the river.

It was not much of a laborious day for us. Though we needed to move to the other side of the mountain and set our camps there because we were still very close to the Drakon's camp and we needed the mountain to act as a buffer if something were to go wrong and they managed to find out about us.