Mated To My Ex's Lycan Brother

#Chapter 3 Be My Wife

Fiona’s POV

The rain pelts over him and it makes his hair look darker. Silky strands fall in his eyes making him look more dangerous than I dare to imagine. He is all sharp angles and hard muscles. A shiver goes through me as his piercing blue eyes lock on me, making me freeze in place.

His eyes look cold and his jaw is tight as if he is angry about something. Overhead, the clouds thunder and it is almost as if they are doing his bidding and responding to his mood.

Fear wraps around me as I look at him with wide eyes. I feel so small beneath him. My eyes trace the veins in his muscular arms and I know without a doubt he could crush me with the slightest movement.

A gasp leaves my mouth as he bends down in front of me. His head tilts to the side as he analyzes my face. Subconsciously, I try to tuck my hair behind my ear. I know I look like a mess. I can feel my mascara dripping down my face. My teeth clatter against each other and my entire body is shaking.

I want the ground to swallow me whole so I can disappear.

His eyes narrow as he sees more tears fall from my eyes and like a cobra striking, his hand takes hold of my chin. I flinch, scared and barely manage to stop letting out a squeak. However, his hold is surprisingly gentle. He moves my head from side to side as he examines the mess I have made of myself.

“Tsk tsk, such a waste of a pretty face,” he says and his voice comes out low. It is deeper than I remembered and even though his words are a compliment, they feel like a threat.

Like somehow by crying like this out in the rain, I have offended him.

Thinking of rain makes me realize that I am no longer getting as wet as I was before. Slowly, I lift up my head to see him holding an umbrella over my head. Shocked, I look back at him as rain still hits his shoulders. His face is closed off, not betraying his thoughts, and he looks as untouchable as ever.

I am too afraid to ask why he is sheltering me from the rain. Too afraid to ask him why he is here with me.

However, before I can say a word, he gets up. For a moment, he looks down at me as if he wants to say something but then his gaze travels over me once again and as if thinking better of it, he shuts down the umbrella.

The rain takes me by surprise and I shrink into myself, nervous about what he is about to do. Just when I part my lips to ask him, he bends down and lifts me up in his arms. A squeal leaves me involuntarily. It is full of surprise and a dash of fear. I feel so small against him, his solid frame enveloping me entirely.

My heart thuds loudly in my chest as he carries me, his grip firm and unyielding. Raindrops cascade down his face as I turn to look at him. He looks dangerously beautiful and I can’t help but gasp at the intensity in his eyes.

I feel a jolt of panic shoot through me.

I can’t read him at all.

What is he planning? Why is he carrying me like this?

"M-Micah, what are you doing?" I manage to stammer out, my voice trembling with anxiety.

But he doesn't answer. Instead, he continues to stride forward, his steps purposeful and determined. With each movement, I feel more vulnerable and yet, strangely, there's a sense of safety in his embrace, a feeling of being protected despite the fear coursing through me.

My fingers unconsciously clutch onto his shirt, seeking some semblance of reassurance. His muscles flex beneath my touch, solid and destructive.

Before I know it, he is taking me back inside the hospital and setting me down on a chair. I have no words to say as he thrusts a handkerchief at me.

“Wipe those tears,” he commands and as if on autopilot, I lift it to my cheeks. It smells of him, a masculine musk that is somehow comforting.

While I dry my face, I peek up at him and find him running a hand through his black hair. Water droplets fly around and I can’t help but feel a little guilty about it. Like him being in the rain was my fault.

When he sees that I have patted myself dry, he pins his intense gaze on me once again.

“Sit here and wait.” He orders before walking away, almost as if he has gone to get something.

A part of me wants to make a run for it but a bigger part of me does not want to anger him. My fingers gingerly play with the end of the handkerchief where his initials are embroidered in a blood red color.

I am so lost in examining the pattern that I don’t see anyone walking towards me until she is standing right beside me.

“Miss Fiona, do you want your father to get better or not? ” An irritated voice has me snapping my head up.

One of the nurses stares at me with disdain written all over her face.

“How many times do I have to tell you to pay the hospital fee? Without it your father will not be receiving his surgery. Do you want him to secretly die, is that it?”

Her words are like a slap to my face and I physically reel back from the blow. I clench my fists and try to not break down.

“Please, give me a few more days. I am trying everything. I promise I will pay you. P-please don’t delay my father’s surgery.” I plead desperately.

The nurse scoffs as she looks at me up and down.

“Well, Miss Fiona, judging from your wretched appearance, it doesn’t look like you would be able to gather one million dollars even if you were given a year’s worth of time! My suggestion is to take your father out of here so his bed and space can go to someone who can actually afford to pay the bills.”

I feel the blood draining from my face and Micah’s handkerchief is now a wrinkled mess between my fingers. I steel myself, ready to beg her again when a harsh chuckle stops me.

I turn towards the sound only to find Micah leaning on a wall as he stares at us. He lightly holds a sealed water bottle in his hand and his eyes are narrowed.

“Well, well, well, darling, it looks like you have your fair share of troubles.” He draws out the words and my cheeks redden knowing that he saw my interaction with the nurse.

I lower my head, bracing myself for his contempt, sure that he is going to add to my humiliation.

I wait for a few moments, but I don’t hear the humiliation I expected. I look up with some confusion, only to realize while Micah was teasing me, his eyes were on the nurse.

Unlike his relaxed tone, the mirth vanishes from his face and his jaw hardens. I watch as he slowly looks at her and pins his gaze on her. His eyes are hard, unforgiving and his mouth is pressed into a straight line.

Slowly, he walks towards her and I watch as the nurse shuffles, her face going white. There is something about the way he strides forward that screams danger. I feel the hair rise on the back of my neck as Micah’s eyes flash gold.

He hasn’t even said a word to her and yet, she is shaking like a leaf. Gone are her taunts and her mockery; just with one look, Micah has her ready to bolt. When he is close enough to where we are, he takes out a checkbook from his pocket.

Then, he rips out a blank check and extends it towards her.

“Will that be enough to pay her fee?” He asks quietly, but his voice feels like an unspoken threat.

“Y-yes, Prince Micah. D-definitely.” The nurse stumbles on her words and then, with trembling fingers, takes the check from Micah. She doesn’t wait for him to say anything else and almost runs out of there. She is so eager to get away that she trips on her feet and awkwardly slams into the wall to regain her balance before hightailing it out of there.

When Micah looks back at me, it takes me a second to clear my expression. I am still too taken aback at what just happened. He moves until he is right in front of me. Then, he unscrews the bottle of water in his hand and gives it to me.

“Drink.” He gestures to it and without a word I put it to my lips, taking in big gulps. The cool liquid calms my nerves but I am still wary when I look at Micah.

His face is relaxed now. Gone is the animosity he showed to the nurse, instead he just watches me in his usual mildly curious but totally unnerving way. It is enough to bring me back to the present and out of the shocked state. I digest all that has happened but most of all - Micah has just paid off my father’s surgery fee!

I can’t stop the feeling of gratitude that takes over me. I am definitely afraid of him and I don’t know what his motives are. Yet, whatever his reasons for helping me, he has made me feel like a big load has gotten off my shoulders.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” I rush out the words. “I will pay you back as soon as possible. I promise. I can’t tell you how grateful I am.”

Micah looks at me a beat too long and then shrugs.

“Money isn’t something I lack...” He says slowly and even though his words feel like they have more to it, I am too overcome with gratitude to pay them any heed. I dive headfirst into the only reply I can think of.

“You have done me such a huge favor. I am willing to help you with anything you want. Anything at all.”

My words have barely gotten out, when Micah strikes forward like a coiled snake.

In another second, he is close enough to touch, putting both his arms on the back of my chair and locking me in.

“Anything you say?” He asks with an eyebrow raised and a devilish smirk on his lips.

I nod, too startled by his proximity to speak.

Slowly, his finger darts out and absentmindedly twirls a tendril of my hair until it is fully wrapped around it. Then, he asks me a question that turns my world upside down.

“What do you think about becoming my wife?”