I became the Purchased Wife Of The Lycan Prince

Chapter 64

The next morning, Ryan dropped Roaxana home and headed to his apartment. He was happy that he finally had a good conversation with his best friend and succeeded in clearing everything between them.

As he entered his apartment and reached the living room, brother, Noah.

his eyes

fell upon

his elder

“What are you doing here?” Ryan asked.

Noah lifted his head from the phone. “You are finally here. Where were you? You stench of a motel. Has my brother turned into a bad boy?” he asked and watched Ryan sitting across from him.

“There’s nothing like that. | got stuck last night at a place, and couldn’t get any nearby hotel to spend a night. So, | had to take a motel,” Ryan asserted. But he refrained from taking Roaxana’s name.

Noah picked up the newspaper and tossed it at Ryan, who caught it effortlessly.

“You should!

the front headline,” Noah instructed.

Ryan, puzzled by Noah’s words, glanced at the front page of the newspaper. His eyes. widened in shock as he saw photos of himself with Roaxana, taken from the river bridge and then entering the motel.

“What's this?” Ryan muttered, his heart sinking at the sight of the incriminating images.

“Exactly. You spent a night with a Lycan Family daughter,” Noah pronounced. “Dad is mad at you. You know well that how much our family hates Lycans,” he affirmed.

“Bro, we didn’t spend any night together. | mean, it was raining heavily and my car’s fuel tank was almost empty. We had to take that motel. You are well aware of the fact that | am a good friend to Roaxana,” he explained to Noah.

“Ryan, my trust on you doesn’t matter. You know that our father hates the Lycans,” Noah stated.

“| don’t understand what does this photo even signify to him?” Ryan muttered.

“He will go to the Moore Family to confront with Roaxana’s parents. Don’t you know, Dad? That’s why I’ve been waiting for you here. You should change quickly, and then I'll take you home,” Noah suggested to him.

Ryan was still unable to understand what did he exactly do, which angered their father. However, except agreeing to his elder brother he had no other choice. He headed to his

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bedroom to freshen up.

Hope’s eyes widened in disbelief as Logan handed her an envelope, which contained. what appeared to be an intern joining letter for his company.

“But | haven't even interviewed yet,” she protested, her confusion evident on her face.

“You'll be my personal assistant,” Logan declared with a smile, urging her to open the envelope and read the letter herself. “What?” Hope exclaimed in surprise, shaking her head in disbelief as she read the contents of the letter. “Logan, this isn’t right. | was just joking. You know | can’t accept an intern position without going through the proper interview process,” she asserted. firmly, feeling conflicted about the offer.

Logan simply flicked her forehead playfully, eliciting a small whine from her as she rubbed the spot tenderly.

“You are the part of the Moore Family. Your appointment won't bring any kinds of questions when everyone knows you are my wife,” Logan stated. He then lifted her chin, his lips inching close to her, “I can interview you well in my own way.”

“Yep, my way,” Logan affirmed, his gaze lingering on her lips before he leaned in to capture them in a passionate kiss. As their lips met, he couldn’t help but notice the sweet taste of strawberries, igniting a fire within him.

Every time he initiated a kiss, it never seemed to be enough for him. Both he and his lycan beast yearned for more, thus craving the intoxicating connection he shared with Hope.

His hand tenderly cradled her neck as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth after she parted her lips.

Logan was determined to ensure that Hope wouldn’t escape his grasp as he pressed her against the wall behind her, feeling her body become rigid between him and the solid surface.

Hope’s knees grew weaker with each stroke of their passionate kiss, her hands instinctively moving to the back of Logan’s neck as she melted into his embrace. Eventually, she managed to pull away, gasping for air as she reminded him of his impending meeting.

“To hell with the meeting. | want you,” Logan declared, his eyes gleaming with a fiery intensity as he swiftly untied the knot of her floral dress. His lips trailed a path along her neck and bare shoulder, eliciting soft mewls from Hope as his hands caressed her 67%

curves.

“Mmm... Hope moaned softly against his lips, feeling a knot of desire forming in the pit of her stomach as they surrendered to the passion between them.

“Logan, you should really stop. At this rate, you'll get la-late... Ahh,” Hope ended up crying as he nipped her sweet spot. His one hand was already on her inner thigh, tracing circles there with his thumb.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Logan asked, his face hovering just inches from hers. Their lips were tantalizingly close, their heartbeats and breaths synchronizing in the charged atmosphere.

“I-L...” Hope’s throat felt dry as she struggled to form a coherent response.

Logan’s lips brushed against hers as he pressed for an answer. “Answer me, Hope. Your husband is waiting,” he urged, his voice tinged with desire.

“You'll be late,” Hope whispered, her voice barely audible.

“My meeting isn’t until later, Logan countered, lifting her effortlessly into his arms and carrying her to the bed. Instead of setting her down, he positioned her to straddle him.

“You're straying from your own rules, Mr. Logan. What if your employees discover you can’t control yourself in front of your wife?” Hope challenged, lifting his chin to meet her

gaze with a hint of playful defiance.

“Aman becomes weak in the allure of his wife, Logan stated, his hands resting on her hips as he watched Hope move above him, eliciting a groan of desire from him. “You truly are a seductress,” he proclaimed before leaning in to kiss her passionately once again.

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