This weekend is Memorial weekend. I will be busy throughout the weekend until Monday. I figured I'll do another update. I have been so busy lately. I am so thankful for all your patience. I can never thank you enough as my readers. <3

Leila Vy

Isabella Carson

Before I could say anything, he was knocked out cold. It was a good thing he did too. I didn't know how to tell him what happened in the past ten years. I tucked him into bed before walking to the bathroom. Before coming inside the castle, Damon was kind enough to hand me a shirt to wear.

I stripped the shirt off and took a quick shower. Malcolm wasn't severely injured but he still needed time to heal. In a couple of hours, he will be awake again. I hope that by then he would not remember anything.

Wrapping a towel around me, I walked outside and chose my undergarments before picking out a plain black t-shirt and blue denim skinny jeans. Once I was finished with dressing, I crawled into bed next to him. My eyes trailing the bold outline of his facial features as he slept.

"Dangerous and impatient when you are awake but when you are asleep, you are a defenseless male lycan." I murmured.

I thought about Gregory's body on the edge of territory. Even I was amazed at how fast Malcolm killed him. A nagging feeling told me Malcolm's possessiveness pushed him to kill his opponent. It was the only explanation. He didn't want Gregory to have me.

If I did tell him the truth would he understand? Would he forgive me?

I literally scolded myself for hoping. I knew it wasn't going to be easy with Malcolm. Yawning, I snuggled closer to him but not close enough to touch him. I close my eyes and allowed sleep to take over.

When I awoke I knew he was awake and alert but I refused to open my eyes because I knew he was looking right at me. I felt his hand trailed up my side and to cup my breast, his thumb played with my nipple as he spoke.

"You can pretend to sleep and I can eat you out or you can get up and we can go to dinner." His husky voice whispered into my ear. I didn't realize how close he was until I felt his breath on caressing my cheek and neck.

My eyes opened and I was met with a grinning Malcolm. He arched an eyebrow waiting for me to respond. I couldn't tell if he remembered or not our last conversation.

When he got up from the bed, I pushed the thought aside and followed him off the bed. He waited for me at the end of the bed. I saw that he now looked completely recovered. Lycans are fast healers and it will take a lot more to kill one.

His damp black hair told me he had taken a shower. He had also put on some clothes which he had none on earlier.

"Ready?" He asked.

I nodded and we headed out to dinner. The noises in the great hall were loud and boisterous. Lycans were already sitting and enjoying their meal as we made our way downstairs.

I caught sight of Damon who smiled back at me. Uncle Alastair and this time the raven hair female lycan who now sat in the chair I sat from the other night. I found another chair a couple ways down and was about to head down there when Malcolm grabbed the back of my shirt. He pulled me back to his side and leaned down.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To sit in the chair from over there." I pointed.

He shook his head. "No, you will be sitting with me."

"But-"

His strong arm wrapped around my waist and lifted me up. I watched as he walked us over to the head of the table and sat down with me in his lap. Immediately, Damon nodded his approval. Uncle Alastair shot glares towards us and the raven hair female lycan looked like she wanted to rip my hair out.

Malcolm filled his plate with food. He picked up his fork and dug into a piece of baked salmon before bringing it to my lips. I opened my mouth slowly and accepted his food. He was actually feeding me in front of everyone.

The sudden change in his attitude was putting me on edge. He was cold towards me since the day I arrived but ever since the last night. Then this morning he chased me into the woods. I also noticed how he called me Bella again.

He dug in a piece and ate it himself. His strong hand moving from my waist down to my hips and onto my thighs.

"Ridiculous." Uncle Alastair mumbled.

Damon covered Uncle Alastair with a comment of his own. "I'm glad you are looking better, Malcolm. Tell me what happened. I'm curious how did you two end up from chasing each other to you severely being injured."

"Gregory was waiting for us," Malcolm replied. "I killed him."

It was simply that. Malcolm did it so quickly and swiftly that I don't think it even registered in my brain that Gregory was indeed gone forever. His pack was left to find another pack once they receive word that he was gone.

I'm sure no one will miss him. He wasn't a very good leader anyways. Malcolm continued to feed him and I the salmon.

"Well, that is one matter out of the way, huh?" Damon chuckled.

My eyes looked over at Damon and I closely examined him. He was always so carefree. Never a care in the world but when he fought he fought brilliantly. The male lycan was just as strong as Malcolm. I knew this because they both taught me how to fight too before I left.

Unlike Malcolm, Damon's attitude mirrors his look. He was grumpy and moody all the time. Damon's attitude was lighter and laid back. All in all, he was-

My thoughts came to a startling halt when I felt Malcolm's hand slipped between my legs to cup my core right underneath the table. I wiggled in his lap before squeezing my thighs tight. He retaliated by applying more pressure to my most sensitive spot. I stifled a moan.

Quickly, I grabbed the glass of wine and brought it to my lips. I downed it down in one gulp. I felt Malcolm grin against my shoulders and I knew he was enjoying this.

"Are you okay?" Damon asked.

I nodded. "Yes."

Malcolm's lips moved to my ear and he whispered, "Use your finger and dip it into the mash potatoes."

I tried looking at him but he increased his pressure between my legs. Gasping literally, I leaned forward and dipped my finger in. When I straightened my back, he whispered in my ear.

"Bring it to my lips."

I wasn't going to do it. My cheeks were flaming by now. Instead, I brought the mash potatoes to my mouth and sucked on my finger. I heard him growl with frustration behind me and realized how it looked when I sucked on my finger. He sped his fingers on my core and I felt myself soaking wet.

"Either you do as I say or I will make you cum right in front of everyone." He threatened.

I quickly dipped my finger and turned to face him. He eased up a little on his fingers to give me space to turn. I brought it to his lips and he sucked on my finger. His tongue licking everything clean in between and god it made me even wetter.

"Ok, well dinner for me is done," Damon muttered and left.

Uncle Alastair's face appeared to be as red as a tomato from anger. He stood up and stomped off in another direction. His lycans members kept their head turned and pretended to be in a conversation, all except for one. The raven hair female lycan refused to look away. She glared at me and gripped her knife in her hands.

Dinner continued like this until we were finished with our food. Malcolm finally released me and to my surprise told me he will meet me upstairs and for me to head up by myself. I decided to test my newfound freedom by asking if I can go to the library to pick out a few books. He surprised me for the second time that night by agreeing but told me I better be in the room and ready for him by the time he came up.

I bobbed my head just happy that he was finally giving me some room to move around. He told me had to meet up with Damon to finish a few things about Gregory. He should be gone for fifteen to twenty minutes at least. Plenty of time to pick out a book or two.

I made my way up the stairs and down the opposite corridor to Malcolm's bedroom. I saw my old bedroom and tried to open it but the door was locked. I frowned thinking it was completely weird before walking towards the library which was at the end of the corridor.

The library was small but stocked with plentiful books. I scored the shelves until I found two to four books that will keep me occupied in the room if Malcolm decides to lock me up again. But then again, I could just jump out the window. He knows that now.

I made my way back to the bedroom and did as he said. I stripped my clothes off before looking through the bag. I found a soft black silk nightgown. I slipped it on and it reached just below my butt cheeks. A six-inch cut on both of my sides and a lace hem at the bottom. The cut on the neckline was deep but it had strings to loosely tie the neckline together but still expose enough for him to see.

Standing in front of the vanity mirror in the bedroom. I looked myself over. Honestly, I wondered how he knew my size. The seductive nightgown fit perfectly and revealed enough just to leave him wanting. The door clicked open and I looked in the mirror towards the door. Malcolm's smoldering eyes burned trails down my back as he looked me over with a carnal hunger.

A/N:

Ah. Yes. We all hoped that she will spill but the time has not come yet. I promise it will reveal itself when the time is right. I'll see you next week!

Leila Vy