Mommy daddy is the lycan king

Chapter 38

Fiona’s POV

“Here is the chronicle of the plague outbreak and its progress so far” Jose said that and handed Fiona

a big, hard-cover orange book

She had requested the chronicle so she could have as much information about the plague as possible.

She hoped to finish up her assignment in the werewolf world soon, and she knew one way to make

sure the plague wouldn’t return was to get to the very root of it. The chronicle would have records of the

location of the first outbreak, the deadliest encounter, as well as the most affected region in their world.

When she asked Jose if it was possible to get a hold of the chronicle this morning he told her it was in

the uppermost part of the settlement where records were kept for research purposes. He told her he

would get it for her as soon as possible, and seeing it here and now, she felt happy.

“Thank you. Jose: you’re really a lifesaver. She beamed at him.

He smiled and nodded. “What do you hope to do with it?” He raised a brow as he took his seat on the

other side of the healing room.

“Well, I need all the information about the plague: like where it originated from. I think that region would

be the most affected among all, and I want to prove my suspicion. This way, I can get to the root of it.”

She told him.

He nodded. “Fair enough,” he replied.

“Plus, knowing all this will help me finish up the work here and return to the human world where I

belong.” She added.

Jose became silent, and for a strange reason, she knew he wanted to speak “What!”

“This is where you belong; your kind are here in this world.”

She smiled and understood where he was coming from, but they didn’t hold the same sentiment for the

werewolf world. If things were different, maybe she would have reconsidered. Things were the same as

always. Where the bad guy wins and the good guy suffers. She realised that reality after seeing Vivian

step out of the king’s court and still didn’t know what to make of it. It wasn’t worth it. She would never

be safe here.

“I do not belong here, I never have, and I know I never will.” She replied, and they said no other word

before turning their focus to their work.

After the fifth hour, Fiona took her long break, where she would get to move to the cafeteria, and there

she placed an order for bacon. She had begun craving that after her session with the Lycan king

yesterday. Bacon was one of the meats served to her, and the taste, smell, and tastiness stuck in her

mind. She had made a request for it this morning, and the chef in the cafeteria told her they would have

it ready when she came. When she came in a few minutes ago, she didn’t have to remind them; that

was what they brought. Honestly, the one she had at the Lycan King’s court tasted better, but this

wasn’t so bad. and she would make do with it.

She had her mouth stuffed with the last piece of bacon she picked from the plate when the cafeteria

door opened, and the Lycan king walked in dressed in a white long-sleeve shirt and black trousers.

She froze at the sight of him, and within seconds, his smell overcame her senses. She assumed she

was hallucinating in the first few seconds that went by, Slowly, she shook her head to regain her

senses, but still before her stood the Lycan king, and he didn’t look like one who would leave any time

soon.

He was here, and she had her mouth stuff with bacon. She probably looked like a clown,

Embarrassment wasn’t even compared to what she felt in this moment. She silently prayed that the

ground would open up and swallow her.

That didn’t happen, though. She forces herself to chew the meat in her mouth and swallow it.

This was also his first time at the settlement, and this was how she presented herself to him. Shameful.

She also realised that in the last two minutes she had been lost in her thoughts; the Lycan king had

been in the same cafeteria with her, and she hadn’t properly greeted and welcomed him. She had

gawked at him like an idiot.

“Ms Lawson.” He called and nodded his head. Her eyes raked over his neatly sh aved face, and his

hair was in a neat bun to give him a formal look.

She rose to her feet, her eyes filled with panic. “My king” was all she could say.

“Can I sit?” he asked, and her eyes took notice of the seat very close to her.

Her stomach fluttered at his request, and she didn’t know what to say in response. The Lycan king was

here with her, asking if he could sit beside her.

Yes, it wasn’t something that should have left her awestruck or confused; she had been to his

medication room twice in the last two weeks, and in those times, she had her hands all over him.

However, those were private and in the comfort of his home, and this was public and would draw

attention. Not only was he at the settlement, he also wanted to sit beside her.

“So. may I!” he asked again, and this snapped her out of her thought.

She nodded, though she didn’t think her response should even matter here since he built this

settlement and hence owned everything inside, the cafeteria included.

He was a gentleman, and that was the right way to behave.

He took the seat beside her, and she also sat, feeling more confused about what was happening.

“It’s my break,” she said. She wanted to point out that the reason she was here was because it was

time for her break and not because she was running away from work.

He nodded. “I know that; I was told. He replied. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She entwined her hand under the table to keep herself under control. I wasn’t expecting your visitation,”

she said.

“That’s okay; I didn’t announce my visitation to anyone. I just got ready and came over.” He answered.

“Oh,” she said, wandering into silence.

“Is there a reason you’re here?” She raised a brow.

“Do you not want me here?” His words were accusing, but his tone wasn’t

She shook her head, her heart picking up in its beat. The last person she wanted to be on their bad

side was the Lycan king. “No, that’s not what I meant. I figured you would have more important things

to attend to at the estate.”

The more she opened her mouth to speak, the harder she made things.

He didn’t take offence at her word, and that came as a relief. “This is just as important, and I haven’t

visited as often as I should have, and that is on me.”

Fiona saw from the corner of her eyes the cook stealing glances at them, and this was the kind of

attention she didn’t need. Words will fly, and they will not be good words, for sure. She wanted to put

an end to that as fast as she could.

She didn’t know if she was up for having him in the settlement. “Do you need me to call in the security

so they can show you around?” She was already up on her feet as the last words left her mouth. This

was the best way to keep the distance between them and show everyone there was nothing going on

here.

He chuckled, and that took her by surprise. “I know the settlement like the back of my hand; I do not

need security to find my way. You can sit,” he insisted.

That plan just went out of the window.

She reluctantly sat

“I came to see you.” He said, his finger on the counter, drawing circles over and over again.

“I am glad to find you in such a high spirit after everything that happened yesterday.” He said, and his

words took her back to the event that took place at his castle.

“Oh,” was all she said once again.

“You were wrong when you said you were not a part of the pack or my estate and hence had no say in

the things happening. Your life is just as important as anyone else’s, Sky, and I did not appreciate the

thought that you aren’t.”

He said, and his tone showed his displeasure with her words and use of words, Was that why he said

nothing last night? Did she offend him with her words? His words told her she did, even without

intending it.

“I am sorry, my king”

“It’s fine.” He said, turning to glance at her, and their faces came so close that, for a moment, she forgot

to breathe. “You’re one of us now: never think otherwise.”