Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

“If you really do love me, Ryan, you would let me go. I no longer want to be here with you. I don’t want to see the faces of my tormentors. I want to leave here.”

“No, Clara this must be a joke, you really cannot mean that.”

“But I do.”

“No,” he walked towards the other end with his hands over his face as he grunted.

“I am sorry Clara but I can’t do that.”

“Why?”

He said nothing, looking away for a while and then he moved closer as he grabbed my arms in his.

“Hey, hey… look at me,” he searched for my eyes. At first, I didn’t want to stare at him but then, I just had to.

“What is it, Ryan?” I pulled away from him as I tried to sit up but the pains in my abdomen only caused me to fall back down giving out a loud grunt.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said trying to hold me down but I quickly took his hands off me again as the pain only reminded me of everything. Grace might have heard me grunt as she rushed in.

“What’s wrong? Ma’am, are you okay?”

“Yes, she is,” Ryan quickly answered as if her presence would make me remain adamant about the decision that I had made but I didn’t know how to tell him that with or without any external pressure, I had already agreed with my mind on my decision.

Grace did not harken to his words as she moved closer to watch me. I stared at her for a while and then stretched my lips in a smile so she would know that I was okay. She nodded in response when she got the signal even though her eyes said otherwise.

“It’s okay Grace, I am fine.”

“Are you sure ma’am?”

“Yes, of course.”

“It is almost time for your evening dosage and dressing.”

“Oh yeah, just give us a little more time he would soon be leaving.”

“Alright,” Grace responded and walked out of the room giving Ryan a quick glance before finally exiting.

“I see you now have a bodyguard.”

“She is just looking out for me.”

“I see.”

“Are we done here?”

“Clara look, you would have to make another request because I can’t let you go.”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“We have just been close for a short while and look at where it had landed me.”

“This was just a misunderstanding I promise you that this will never happen again. I would make sure of that. Let me take care of you. Let me be the man that puts a smile on your face. I want to see you beside me every morning that I wake up. It is you that I want and I can’t have you if you are gone.”

“My mind is made up Ryan,” I said my voice low and firm.

“Clara please can you just take your time and…”

“All the while I have been on this bed, soaked up in my thoughts buried in this jagged head of mine. I have had more than enough time to think about it. So yeah, I have thought about it and I have made up my mind that I need to leave. Let me go. This is what I want.”

There was silence between us for a while as we both said nothing. Ryan moved to the other window looking through it. I managed a glance at him but he was focused with his gaze through the window. I couldn’t read him.

It had become hard to do that, even worse, an impossible task now. It used to be easier when he cared less about me now with everything that had happened and the claims that he cared for me, it was just the opposite.

“Ryan, you have to leave, it’s time for my evening doses and dressing, if you don’t mind. The nurse will soon be here.”

“Very well then,” he said leaving the opened window as he walked towards me, “I really do love you, Clara,” he said as he got closer.

“I don’t know about that.” I muttered, the image of him and Patricia in bed flashing in my head.

“You don’t have to believe it, all I want is for you to know that I love you and I really do care about you. I don’t want to do anything to hurt you… anymore. It would kill me if I ever do anything like that ever again.”

“Ryan…”

“Wait, I am not finished, you have said yours. Now let me say mine.”

“Okay…” I nodded.

His words were firm and his eyes slightly red as if he had sucked up all the tears that could have dropped down, and it only irritated his eyes which gave them their colour. They didn’t have the sorry look as he spoke neither did his words sound tiringly desperate.

For once, they sounded true and certain. I had no idea why I felt that I could actually believe what he wanted to say. But I just knew that I needed to that it was important to him that I paid a keen interest to whatever he had stuck up his throat.

“I have heard all that you have to say and I know that even if it pains me so much to agree to this and to say this, you are right. I and my subordinates have hurt you so bad. We… we have been cruel to you, especially when you had no one and… and you were pregnant. I cannot take back the hands of time. If I could, then I would have done that a long time ago and we would definitely not be here. But I want you to know that I love you and I care deeply about you. I want only the best for you and as much as I want us to work I also want your happiness. I have felt your pain and I know now that I shouldn’t have let anything bad happen to you. Clearly, I have failed in that. I love you so much Clara that is why I have decided to let you go.”

“What?” His words pulled me out of my streams of thoughts as I stared at him trying to sit up again and this time, I could sit up a little ignoring the pains that followed with it.

“Yes, I know that you want this so much. You want your freedom and I cannot be in love with you and still keep you here against your will.”

“Ryan, you don’t know what this means to me. Hearing you say this, thank you,” I said forcing a smile as every bit of it felt fake. Somehow, a part of me still didn’t like the fact that he had agreed to it and I didn’t know why. In my head, I knew having my freedom was all that mattered and I was ready for that but letting Ryan go, I wasn’t so sure.

“But,” he added.

“There is a but. There is always a but. What is it, Ryan?” I asked, my heart beating twice faster than it did before. I watched his lips keen to hear what he would say. Could he be striking another deal? Maybe something that would only make me realize that I had asked for the wrong thing. What could he possibly want? The impossible? I just couldn’t wait to find out as I awaited his next words.