The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 135: Chapter 135

He didn’t return the greeting. Just stared—and it made her stomach twist into a knot. She scolded herself inwardly.
“Well…” she cleared her throat, “this isn’t what it looks like, My Lord.”
He raised the thick brow higher, arms folding across his chest, crimson eyes screaming the words. 'Or really?!'
"I can explain..."
“Spying on me, little wolf?” His smooth voice cut her off. Low and dangerous.
Lylah forced a laugh, taking a step away from his intense aura. “Spying? No! I was… passing by and Just… happened to be here.”
She cleared her throat again.
He took a slow step forward making her breath hitched. “Coincidence, then?”
“Yes!... Absolutely.”
Oh Lylah please stop talking.
“And the pillar? You just needed a rest?” he asked.
She nodded too quickly. “Exactly. Long walk from the barracks,” she said, pressing her lips together.
Lucas leaned closer, just slightly. Enough to worsen the knot in her stomach.
“So you took a walk to a private wing. One that you had been warned twice never to step into,” he pointed, and Lylah swallowed the bile in her throat.
“I—”
“You're ready to lie to my face again, little wolf?” Lucas cut in.
“I'm sorry, My Lord. That won't happen again,” she quickly said, lowering her gaze.
“Sneaking into my territory without permission. Lying before your master. Not even once,” he sighed. “You should be punished.”
Lylah’s eyes shot up to him. “Huh?!”
“What?” Lucas raised his thick brow again. “You think I'm going to let this slide? Those who cross their boundaries face dire punishment—one that will keep them reminded never to do it again. I've been too soft on you, little wolf, haven't I?”
Lylah swallowed hard. “I'm sorry, My Lord. I'll accept any punishment.” Lylah bowed but then wondered what kind of punishment she was going to receive.
“Come with me,” he stated and began to walk away while Lylah followed with a racing heart. Oh dear heavens.
Lylah blinked at the scrub in her hands. The punishment given to her was to clean Lord Lucas' study while he worked.
She had expected whipping, push-ups, or some sort of punishment that would make every bone ache and bleed. But this?—
“What are you waiting for?” Lucas asked from behind his desk, his gaze flat. “Start working.”
“Yes, My Lord,” she nodded and dipped the cloth into a bucket of water. Squeezing it, she began to clean the place quietly.
She started from the corner, scrubbing away the barely visible dust. His study was wide, shelves lined with scrolls and books. Walls adorned with lovely paintings. Around a corner were well-arranged weapons.
Lord Lucas must have been a great warrior before being chosen as a Beta.
While Lylah was lost in the beauty of his study room, Lucas' cleared his throat from his desk, prompting her gaze back at him. She hadn't realized the Grand Lord had looked up.
“I’m sorry, My Lord,” she apologized, focusing now on her work without distractions.
Her cleaning was swift; after all, this was what she had been doing back at the barracks before finally achieving her dream.
She made sure to wipe every corner, clearing the dust and stains. She ended up whistling a song, carried away, not until the Grand Lord cleared his throat again.
Lylah almost scoff at him but that would be a death wish.
She apologized again, this time while working, stealing glances at him. He looked serious with whatever was on the scroll… still looked hot and handsome, though.
“My Lord, may I ask a question?” She was cleaning the shelf spaces behind him now.
He didn't reply for quite a while. Lylah gave up, assuming the Beta had no interest in speaking.
“Go on,” he replied, and a warm smile washed over her face.
“Who was that noblewoman you were speaking to not long ago?” she asked.
Another silence; the Grand Lord didn't look up nor stop his work. After a while, he replied.
“Lord Fredrick's third wife,” he finally said. “She came over to report instead of her husband.”
A strange relief washed over Lylah. It was surreal, but she was glad that woman was already married… married to an old man like Lord Fredrick?
The one who bought Arianna to the Citedal.
Wait! Did he just say third wife?
Lylah blinked but shook her head; that was not her business.
“It is quite sad we won’t be able to see each other often, My Lord. I still wish you'd continue to train me,” Lylah said.
“I'm a very busy man, Lylah. You've already fulfilled what I trained you for.”
Right. He trained her just so she could beat the head warrior, and she did.
Damn it. Perhaps she should have postponed the match just so she could still be around him a little longer.
She sighed. She couldn't go back now.
"But I lack a few things," she pressed on.
“I'll make sure you have a good teacher. You don't need to worry, he'll teach you whatever you want,” he spoke again.
“But none is as good as you, My Lord,” she muttered, and then he stayed quiet, focusing his attention on his work.
Lylah continued too, and just as she was almost done, the Grand Lord spoke again.
“You know about your sister's bloodline,” he said, not glancing at her.
“Yes, Sire,” she replied. Arianna had already told her Lord Lucas found out, and she had managed to convince him.
“You… you don't hate her, do you?” she asked, and he looked up to meet her gaze.
“No, I don't,” Lucas replied, returning to his work. “She is, in fact, a true leader, just like how you are a true warrior.”
Heat crept onto her cheek. He called her a true warrior. Perhaps this punishment isn't bad after all. She got to spend time with him.
After she was done, Lylah wiped off her sweat with the back of her hand. “All done, My Lord.”
“Start all over again.”
Lylah's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Smile vanished into thin air.
“Huh?!”
Lucas's blank gaze met hers. “You're on punishment, little wolf. Have you forgotten that?”
Her heart plummeted.
He added, “Go on. Start cleaning again.”