I became the Purchased Wife Of The Lycan Prince

Chapter 52

Roaxana covered Ryan with the duvet and put him into the sleep. He never had seen. Ryan in such a way before. There were definitely many ups and downs in his life, but none were like this. He found a mate in Natasha, but she betrayed him..This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good night, Ryan.” She withdrew her hand from his cheek and stood up to leave.

Ryan caught her hand stopping her from leaving. She lowered her head to look at him and found him awake.

“Don't leave. Just stay with me for tonight,” he urged.

“Are you sure?” Roaxana asked and she found him sitting up. She noticed his eyes turning a pale yellow to pale red. She knew because of the excessive alcohol, Ryan’s pheromones somehow turned high. The Alpha werewolves hardly had the alcohol effect on them until they would consume a lot more than their capacities.

The next moment, Roaxana was pulled down and sat in front of him. Their faces got inched closer because of the sudden pull. Her heart palpitated against her chest in apprehension. Her eyes peered at his, a desire which she had buried toward him suddenly became visible.

Roaxana always had a crush on Ryan. However, she was too scared to ever tell about her feelings toward him. She never wanted to be rejected. The twist came when Ryan found a mate in Natasha and began dating her. Indeed, Roaxana cried a lot that day, but she was happy for her close friend, Ryan.

“| want you to stay with me tonight. | don’t know what will happen to me. Be here just for a night,” Ryan requested again.

“| will. You should sleep so that you feel better,” Roaxana opined.

“| feel my body is burning,” Ryan mumbled. His eyes changed into red this time and he began unbuttoning his shirt, not caring Roaxana was still present before him. He stopped in the middle and headed to the washroom.

“Ryan!” Roaxana called out his name, pondering if everything was fine with him. She, too, rushed after him and saw him in the shower in the clothes. He hit his hands at the wall in frustration.

Roaxana quickly headed to the shower room and closed the faucet. Some of the water droplets fell upon her as well. She had held the towel in her hand when Ryan turned to face her.

“| will die with this sudden heat. Let me bath,” Ryan said.

“Because of the alcohol it has happened. Try not to drink it more than your capacity,” Roaxana said in a polite manner and took him out of the shower room. She unbuttoned the rest of his shirt’s button, and let it fall on the bathroom’s floor.

She gently patted his body and hair dry with the towel, locking eyes with him to notice. the lingering redness in his pupils. Roaxana’s heart raced, and she swallowed nervously, hoping Ryan wouldn’t hear the pounding.

“Shall we move to the bedroom?” she suggested, turning towards the door, but before she could leave, Ryan firmly grasped her hand, pulling her close and cupping her neck tenderly.

Roaxana’s eyes widened in surprise as Ryan’s lips passionately met hers. Her hands. came to his chest, pressing on it to push him away and she succeeded in doing so.

“Ryan!” She was startled by his sudden act. “I’m Roaxana. You cannot do this to me,” she said. She felt he might be intoxicated that he compared her with Natasha.

“| know. Do you not like it?” Ryan questioned her.

“What?” Roaxana was stunned by that question. She didn’t expect him to ask her this. “I don’t. | am leaving,” she proclaimed and rushed out of the washroom. Ryan wanted to makeout with her just to forget Natasha. She felt terrible and wiped her lips from the back of her palm.

Carrying her purse, she left Ryan’s apartment in anger.

Logan dried his hair using the towel and put it aside before settling on the recliner. The door opened and Hope walked in with a tray in her hands. She had showered too.

Logan thanked her for the coffee while she placed the tray on the table before holding the mug for herself.

As she took a sip, she heard Logan’s voice.

“Olivia was more than a girlfriend to me,” Logan pronounced. “After my parents died, it was hard for me to even socialize with people. Olivia was present in my life since my middle school days. So, she definitely understood me more than anyone,” he explained to her.

“So, Olivia was like a family to you,” Hope deduced.

“Yes. | wanted her to be my wife even though she wasn’t my mate. | never felt the mate bond with her, but | loved her so much that | considered her my mate,” Logan asserted. He sipped the coffee before placing the mug in front of him.

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“I'm sorry for reacting that way in the office,” Hope apologized and lowered her eyes. while pursing her lips together. She drank the coffee before it would turn cold and finished it soon.

“Strangely, you are my mate, Hope,” Logan suddenly announced to her. Keeping it from her would not be a nice idea.

“What?” Hope was shocked to hear him. She wondered if she heard him right.

“| came to that realization yesterday. My Lycan Beast has found its mate in you. You should find joy in that. Olivia was a part of my past, something | cannot erase from my life, much as | wish | could. But you, you are my present and my future,” Logan expressed honestly.

Hope’s blinking ceased as she absorbed the weight of his words. She was his mate, a revelation that filled her with happiness, her heart dancing with joy at the thought. The Moon Goddess had intervened, granting them both a second chance.

“And what about your wolf?” Logan inquired, curiosity lacing his words.

“You. It is you, Logan,” Hope replied.

He smiled and continued, “You are mesmerizing, Hope. Just like your name, you provided me a desire to live a life again. I’m happy about it. Just don’t ever leave me.”

“| won't leave you,” Hope said and went to him. She sat on the recliner in front of him. They moved close to each other. His arms wrapped around her lower waist while her arms locked behind his neck.

“| love you,” Hope confessed and leaned to his lips. She initiated the kiss, her hand now rested on his shoulder as she deepened the kiss with him. Soon, Hope straddled him as Logan pulled her toward him.

Resisting each other had turned tougher now. They were not like this before, especially Logan. His lips left hers as he peppered the kisses down her throat. Hope arched her back while her eyes remained closed.

She lifted her hands when Logan pulled out her top and kissed in between her bosoms. “Your scent drives me crazy, Hope,” Logan murmured as he nipped just below her collarbone.

“Ahh... Mmm, Lo-gan,” Hope moaned his name as her fingers danced in his wet tresses.

The moment he caressed her curves, more eliciting sounds escaped her mouth.

Logan then lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his torso as he pressed her against. the nearest wall. Their bodies sparked friction, yet the barrier of clothes remained

between them.

Hope found her feet touched the ground finally. She didn’t leave her mouth from his as they were embraced in a heated passion. She moved her hands to the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it off his body. Their lips. disconnected at that moment and they gasped for air.

“Do you want to do it?” Logan asked.

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“If you don’t wish to stop,” Hope replied, her chest rose and fell in apprehension.

“Oh, | won't. At least, not now,” Logan whispered in her ear. His pupils changed color, and he nipped her earlobe while fondling with her breasts.

“Hngh...” Hope moaned as the pleasure started to build in her body. She kissed his shoulder, sinking her teeth in his skin to bite him.

Logan chuckled throatily as he flipped her around, the coolness of the wall sending shivers down her spine, raising goosebumps on her skin.

Tilting her head, she watched as he removed the last remnants of clothing from her upper body.

With gentle kisses trailing down her spine, she couldn't help but cry out his name in ecstasy, each pinch to her already sensitive curves sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Logan effortlessly guided her to the bed and lavished kisses across her front. With each touch of his lips on her curves, she arched her back, feeling sensations stirring deep within her, her toes curling in response.

As he teased her with his caresses, Hope took control, pushing him down onto the mattress. “Now it’s my turn,” she murmured, flipping her hair to the side as she

replicated his earlier movements on his body, eliciting groans and curses from him in

response.

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