LycanPrince Read Online Free
Author: Anastasia Maltezos
Tags: paranormal, romance, shapeshifter, werewolves, Lycans
nerves. He was arrogant and proud and had a lofty air about him that told her he was not used to being challenged by anyone.
The giant looked at the healer. "Take her clothes off by force if you have to. Check for more wounds. I will return shortly." He then vaulted over the side of the moving wagon, landing firmly on his horse trotting alongside.
Alex glared at the old woman. The healer wasn't frail, but rather robust and strong looking. Alex doubted she could ward off her attempts to disrobe her. "Touch me and I'll kill you," she said.
The healer cackled, but this time her grey eyes held a hint of warmth. "You have more fire in your bones than twenty of his men, Milady. I can see why he has taken such an interest in you. Do not fear me, child. I want to help you. I will take these tarps and cover the wagon's side so no one will see you."
The solvent on her jaw had already numbed most of the pain and Alex wondered if she had any more injuries on her body. God only knew she must have because she felt pain everywhere. Logic prevailed. Besides, the sooner she healed, the sooner she and Ariel could be on their way.
"All right," she conceded.
After taking a few minutes to cover the sides of the wagon, Hesta turned to Alex. "Let me help you remove your shirt."
Alex was grateful with the help because she couldn't lift her arms past her shoulders. Within moments, all her top garments were removed. The old woman poked and prodded Alex's naked stomach, breasts and shoulders and kept asking her if she felt any pain. Alex said she did not and the old healer helped her turn over onto her stomach.
That was when she heard Hesta's sharp gasp.
"Heavens above! What are these marks?" the old woman asked.
Alex closed her eyes. "They are marks from the past. Ignore them."
"Child, they cannot be ignored. They are welts upon welts."
"I said, ignore them," Alex snapped. She didn't fancy a trip down memory lane.
"Ah, the caravan has stopped. I need to get my other ointment, child," the healer said. "It might help soften and fade the scars." As the old woman climbed over the side panel, Alex heard her grumbling, "Heaven help me, but I do not think I can do anything for them."
Alex closed her eyes, the afternoon warmth of the sun on her back a soothing welcome. The past was creeping into her thoughts and she pushed them away as she willed herself to relax, but it was easier said than done. She squeezed her eyes, thinking about the beatings she had to endure to save Ariel from the whip. She would have taken a hundred more beatings if it meant her little sister wouldn't be harmed, but it didn't matter anymore. Her stepmother was dead.
A deep voice from behind her broke into her dark thoughts.
"Holy Mother of God!"
Alex gasped in surprise. "Go away!" She knew who was standing above her and she quickly gathered the covers from beneath her and flung them over her sides to hide her back. Grimacing in pain, she turned over on her back and looked up into the giant's dark and dangerous expression.
"Who marked you?" he ground out.
Alex stiffened. The last thing she needed was pity. "Someone who will never hurt me again."
"Who tortured you?" he asked, his face growing darker, more dangerous, as his gaze flicked to the ample cleavage her breasts displayed from the edge of the cover.
A low, deep growl rose from his throat and for a split second Alex was afraid. She raised the edge of the cover to hide her breasts. "No one."
"Tell me. Now!"
Alex sensed something wild and primitive ready to snap in him and she raised the covers even more. "I said no one. It's…it's not important anymore."
"I see." He ran a rough hand through his thick, dark mane as Hesta arrived carrying a bag.
The old woman shot him a pointed look. "Milady needs her privacy, Your--"
"Tend to her," he growled and vaulted over the side of the wagon.
Chapter Three
Vasilis frowned grimly as he thought about the bewitching woman with the scars on her back. He pictured the
The giant looked at the healer. "Take her clothes off by force if you have to. Check for more wounds. I will return shortly." He then vaulted over the side of the moving wagon, landing firmly on his horse trotting alongside.
Alex glared at the old woman. The healer wasn't frail, but rather robust and strong looking. Alex doubted she could ward off her attempts to disrobe her. "Touch me and I'll kill you," she said.
The healer cackled, but this time her grey eyes held a hint of warmth. "You have more fire in your bones than twenty of his men, Milady. I can see why he has taken such an interest in you. Do not fear me, child. I want to help you. I will take these tarps and cover the wagon's side so no one will see you."
The solvent on her jaw had already numbed most of the pain and Alex wondered if she had any more injuries on her body. God only knew she must have because she felt pain everywhere. Logic prevailed. Besides, the sooner she healed, the sooner she and Ariel could be on their way.
"All right," she conceded.
After taking a few minutes to cover the sides of the wagon, Hesta turned to Alex. "Let me help you remove your shirt."
Alex was grateful with the help because she couldn't lift her arms past her shoulders. Within moments, all her top garments were removed. The old woman poked and prodded Alex's naked stomach, breasts and shoulders and kept asking her if she felt any pain. Alex said she did not and the old healer helped her turn over onto her stomach.
That was when she heard Hesta's sharp gasp.
"Heavens above! What are these marks?" the old woman asked.
Alex closed her eyes. "They are marks from the past. Ignore them."
"Child, they cannot be ignored. They are welts upon welts."
"I said, ignore them," Alex snapped. She didn't fancy a trip down memory lane.
"Ah, the caravan has stopped. I need to get my other ointment, child," the healer said. "It might help soften and fade the scars." As the old woman climbed over the side panel, Alex heard her grumbling, "Heaven help me, but I do not think I can do anything for them."
Alex closed her eyes, the afternoon warmth of the sun on her back a soothing welcome. The past was creeping into her thoughts and she pushed them away as she willed herself to relax, but it was easier said than done. She squeezed her eyes, thinking about the beatings she had to endure to save Ariel from the whip. She would have taken a hundred more beatings if it meant her little sister wouldn't be harmed, but it didn't matter anymore. Her stepmother was dead.
A deep voice from behind her broke into her dark thoughts.
"Holy Mother of God!"
Alex gasped in surprise. "Go away!" She knew who was standing above her and she quickly gathered the covers from beneath her and flung them over her sides to hide her back. Grimacing in pain, she turned over on her back and looked up into the giant's dark and dangerous expression.
"Who marked you?" he ground out.
Alex stiffened. The last thing she needed was pity. "Someone who will never hurt me again."
"Who tortured you?" he asked, his face growing darker, more dangerous, as his gaze flicked to the ample cleavage her breasts displayed from the edge of the cover.
A low, deep growl rose from his throat and for a split second Alex was afraid. She raised the edge of the cover to hide her breasts. "No one."
"Tell me. Now!"
Alex sensed something wild and primitive ready to snap in him and she raised the covers even more. "I said no one. It's…it's not important anymore."
"I see." He ran a rough hand through his thick, dark mane as Hesta arrived carrying a bag.
The old woman shot him a pointed look. "Milady needs her privacy, Your--"
"Tend to her," he growled and vaulted over the side of the wagon.
Chapter Three
Vasilis frowned grimly as he thought about the bewitching woman with the scars on her back. He pictured the
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