Mated to a Werecat

Excerpt from previous chapter:

Lucius sighed.

"We need to talk. It's about what happened a decade ago," he said dodging my question.

"Then will you tell me where you went?" I asked.

"Yes I will," he said tiredly.

"You better," I said in a very pissed off tone.

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Lucius took me to his office so we could talk. Apparently, he was afraid someone would hear. Hear about what?? My past?? But I listened and followed him to his office.

The office looked like a mini library. It had tons of books on the shelves that were against the wall. There was a window off to the side. It was a pretty big window. It looks like someone could fit in it. There was also a desk with a computer on it. The desk was by the window, which was on the right side of the room. Not going to lie, but it was cluttered with paperwork and books. On the left side, there was a fireplace. A huge black leather couch, with a soft white blanket on it, sat in front of the fireplace. Above the fireplace were pictures. I'm guessing they were from when he was younger.

Lucius shut the door to the office and led me to the leather couch. I sat on it, feeling how comfortable it was underneath me. I watched Lucius put the fireplace on. He came over and sat next to me on the couch.

"Are you cold?" he asked me.

I didn't realize that I was cold until he had asked. I nodded.

He put the blanket over my shoulders like a gentleman does with his jacket. I wrapped the blanket around me trying to cover up a blush that was forming.

"So... What is it that you want to know? I already know that it was this pack who attacked my clan," I said straight up.

"You do? Who told you?" he asked.

"I'm not saying until you tell me where you were," I told him stubbornly.

Yes, I was going to be stubborn with him. It's not the best idea to do, especially with an alpha. But I honestly don't care.

Lucius quickly pinned me to the couch and growled.

"Tell me who told you now," he demanded me.

Oh hell no. He didn't just growl at me and demanded me to tell him. He's funny thinking that'll work on me.

"No. I'm not going to tell you. And don't growl at me or demand me to tell you things. It's not going to work like every wolf in your pack," I said pushing him off. "Now tell me where you were at. And maybe, MAYBE, I'll tell you who told me."

I looked at him sternly. He did something I didn't expect him to do.

"I was screwing another girl," he said calmly.