Chapter 66

• Leila
• After the passion faded, Lucas pulled himself off the disheveled sheets and stood to dress, buttoning his shirt one by one with a calmness that made the possession of moments ago feel like a trivial afterthought. I lay on the hospital bed, drained of all strength, my wrists still bound by his silk tie—rough fibers leaving faint red marks, a testament to his control.
• He loomed over me, his golden Lycan eyes glinting coldly in the morning light. His gaze traced the bite marks on my neck, the finger-shaped bruises on my collarbone, and a satisfied curve pulled at his lips—as if the disheveled marks on my body were a work of art he'd crafted himself. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, his knee pressing against mine, and leaned in. My muscles tensed instantly; I shrank back on instinct, my spine hitting the cold headboard before I stopped—convinced he was about to launch another assault.