Chapter 17
He pats his chest. This man was absurd to have his servantying on him. He patted his chest again. He
wasn’t serious? Was he? If anyone walked in, I would be whipped for days if I was caught in this position.
“Ivy,” He spoke one word, yet the warning in it made do as he wanted, and I settled against him, and he
tugged my head down on his chest, and I could hear the slow, steady rhythm of his heart beneath my
ear. King Kyson grabs my hand, cing it in the center of his chest before he opens the book.
“Do you want me to read to you?” He asks again. I nodded my head, looking at the book.
“Good girl,” he says, wrapping his arm around me to hold the book open with two hands.
He reads perfectly, never stutters as I used to when trying to read the books in the orphanage. I was
forever trying to sound the words out when I read to the children. The children tried to help teach us, but
they weren’t the best teachers. They were allowed in the sses taught; they weren’t rogues. Rogues
were not allowed the privilege of an education.
He stops when I start yawning, cing the book down, and his hand rubs my t***h gently.
“We can read more tomorrow. You are tired,” he states, and I nod against his shoulder before climbing off
hisp. I walked toward his door heading for my room. I missed Abbie already. I hadn’t seen even a
glimpse of her today. She must have been worried about me; she always worried.
“Ivy, where are you going?” He asked, and I froze, puzzled by his question before cursing under my
breath. I turned away, realizing he hadn’t dismissed me.
“I’m sorry, I thought you meant” I didn’t know what he meant; I was too tired and walked off without
permission.
The King watches me for a second, turning his head to the side looking me up and down.
“You may go. I will see you at breakfast” I bow slightly before taking my leave. I rushed back to my tiny
room, relieved that I was now on my own and didn’t have to worry about being watched. Only when Iid
down, In realize something, the King’s nket was gone, the one I always found ced in the room
whenever l tried to return it. It saddened me. For some reason, I had grown attached to it, and the King’s
lingering scent on it I foundforting.
I sighed andy down, trying to find afortable position when the door opened, and I sat upright. The
King walked in with the nket, and I went to get up.
“Remain where you are,” He said and bite my lip. What was he doing in here?
“I had it washed for you,” He said, chucking the nket over me. My brows furrowed and the floral scent
of the soap used wafted to my nose. I sniff the nket and instantly realize it smelt different. I shouldn’t
have found that disappointing, but I did.
“You seem upset,” He stated, observing me.
“No, my King. It smells different, the soap,” He chuckled like what I said had amused him.
“Different how?” He then asked, stepping further into my tiny room.
“Just different,” I lied, not wanting to admit that it didn’t smell like him.
N?velDrama.Org holds this content.
“Hmm, and that is all,” he smiled. I felt my face heat with embarrassment when he suddenly walked out
before returning with a pillow.
“I will swap you,” He said, making my brows furrow, confused by what he meant. He pointed to my pillow
behind me.
“Pardon, sir?”
“Hand me your pillow, Ivy,” Oh gosh, what was he up to now? He could be so bizarre sometimes.
“Ivy?” I nced at my pillow before grabbing it and holding it. I sniff it. Surely he didn’t want to swap
pillows Mine would stink with the scent of rogue. I know my smell repulses most wolves. It is what helps
separate us, to help Identify, pack wolves and intruders. However, for me, everyone just had their own
unique scent. I couldn’t differentiate between rogue and pack wolf; to me, everyone smelt different. Abbie
always said something was wrong with me because everyone smelt the same to her back home while
we were the odd ones that didn’t have a pack scent.
“May I,” The King asked before he reached for my pillow tucked in my arms. He takes it before handing
me his.
I sniffed it involuntarily, only stopping when I heard himugh softly, and the blood ran to my face at what
I had done in front of him.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Ivy, you have been sleeping with my scent all week,” He said as he tugged the
corner of my nket, well, his nket.
“You knew?” I asked him, confused.
“Who else would keep putting it in your room when you kept returning it,” He said. I know the thought of
him being in here while I slept should have creeped me out, but it didn’t funnily enough. I guess I was
getting used to his presence.
“It’s called nesting. You are used to my scent; it will get stronger when I,” He paused. When he what?
What was he going to do to me? Panic filled me, and my heart rate quickened at the possibilities. “Do
you know what nesting is?” he asked. I shook my head. The only thing that came to mind was a bird
nesting its eggs, so his words made no sense. I shake my head.
“They didn’t teach you in the orphanage school?”
“We weren’t allowed to attend, we had chores, and rogues aren’t,” I stopped having spoken too much.
The King growled, and my eyes darted to his.
“You should know the basics at least of Lycan and werewolves, Ivy,” The King said.
“I will exinter. For now, get some sleep,” He moved toward the door before he paused and looked
over at me again.
“If my scent goes, just grab another pillow off my bed or help yourself to my shirts, Ivy, you know where
everything in my room is,” Huh, what does he mean? Why was he being strange?
“If it helps, you sleep. Or you could always sleep,” He paused again. Why was he having so much
trouble with his words? He never fumbled over his words this much.
“Never mind, I will see you in the morning,” he said quickly, leaving the room. I could vaguely hear him
talking to the guard outside through the closed door. I rearranged my bed and ced the pillow down.
The moment my head hit the pillow, my entire body rxed as I was cocooned in his scent.