Free Web NovelChapter 15: Chapter 15
Christian carried Fleur out of the underground dungeon as though she were something infinitely precious.
The entire headquarters fell into stunned silence.
Every wolf present stared openly at the feared Alpha King of the Blood Moon Pack, unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.
Christian Wayne—cold, ruthless, untouchable—had never shown tenderness to anyone before.
Yet now he held a bruised woman against his chest with terrifying care, his large hand protectively cradling the back of her head as if afraid she might break apart.
One of the bodyguards hurried forward and opened the armored car door immediately.
Christian slid inside with Fleur still in his arms.
The moment he settled onto the back seat, Fleur tried shifting away from him, desperate to create even the smallest distance between their bodies.
It lasted less than a second.
Christian simply pulled her back onto his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Put me down, you shameless pervert!" Fleur snapped furiously.
The driver nearly choked.
The bodyguard in the front seat visibly stiffened.
No one—absolutely no one—spoke to Christian Wayne that way and survived afterward.
But instead of anger, amusement flickered through Christian’s eyes. His wolf actually purred beneath his skin at the fire in her voice.
Goddess, I really missed her.
Even bruised, bleeding, and furious, she remained the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Fleur’s torn clothes exposed angry marks across her skin where Carrie’s wolves had hurt her, and the sight made murderous rage flash through Christian again.
"Baby," he murmured softly, opening the first aid kit stored beneath the seat, "let me take care of you until we reach the hospital."
Fleur froze.
Carefully—almost reverently—Christian cleaned the blood from her cuts with antiseptic wipes. Though some wounds were already healing thanks to her awakened wolf, the ones left by silver chains and blades were still bleeding.
His touch was impossibly gentle. Nothing like the cruel Alpha she remembered from years ago.
Fleur’s heart stumbled painfully inside her chest. Christian had never cared about her pain before.
Not openly. Not like this.
During their marriage, he barely acknowledged her existence unless jealousy or possessiveness consumed him.
So this sudden tenderness felt unreal. Dangerous, even. Like a beautiful trap she desperately wanted to resist.
But throughout the drive, Christian refused to let her leave his lap.
No matter how much Fleur argued or pushed against his chest, his arms only tightened around her waist possessively. freewebnσvel.cѳm
He couldn’t stop looking at her.
Six years. He had spent six years believing his mate was dead.
And now she was here. Alive. Breathing against him.
His wolf was nearly losing its mind with relief.
Unable to control himself, Christian lowered his head again and kissed her deeply.
Fleur immediately shoved against his chest and punched him hard.
"Stop kissing me, you asshole!"
Christian frowned, though amusement still lingered in his eyes.
"I can’t," he whispered roughly near her ear. "I need to touch you. Need to feel you. Make sure you’re real."
The deep vibration of his voice sent heat curling traitorously through Fleur’s body.
Then she felt it. His hard arousal pressing insistently against her beneath the thin fabric separating them.
Her face flushed instantly.
"You’re mine," Christian growled softly against her throat. "My Odette."
"I am not—" Her protest vanished beneath another crushing kiss.
Christian kissed her like an obsessed wolf starved of his mate for years.
And worse, her body still remembered him. Still responded. Every heated stroke of his tongue weakened her resistance further despite her fury.
His strong arm locked tightly around her waist as though he feared she might disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly.
By the time the car finally stopped outside the hospital, Fleur’s breathing had become uneven and her head spun dangerously from the intensity of his attention.
The rear door suddenly opened and Christian finally pulled away.
Fleur turned crimson instantly when she realized the driver and bodyguards had undoubtedly witnessed everything.
Meanwhile, Christian looked entirely unaffected, as though publicly devouring his wife inside the car was perfectly normal behavior.
His thumb brushed gently across her swollen lips, wiping away traces of the kiss before he draped his expensive suit jacket carefully around her shoulders to hide her torn clothing.
Then, without warning, he lifted her into his arms again.
"I can walk," Fleur protested immediately.
Christian silenced her with another quick kiss right there in front of the hospital entrance.
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Who was this man? Because this shamelessly affectionate Alpha bore no resemblance whatsoever to the emotionally distant husband she once knew.
"Keep arguing," Christian murmured dangerously sweet against her lips, "and I’ll keep kissing you."
Fleur glared at him furiously.
Manipulative bastard.
He carried her inside effortlessly while terrified nurses and doctors rushed to clear the hallway at the sight of the infamous Alpha King entering their hospital.
Christian refused to leave her side even after the doctors repeatedly insisted they needed space to examine her.
"She’s fine physically," the doctor finally explained after treating Fleur’s injuries. "No internal damage. Mostly bruising and surface wounds."
Christian still looked unconvinced.
"Come with me," he ordered the doctor coldly before dragging him toward a private corner.
The exhausted physician sighed nervously. "What now, Mr. Wayne?"
Christian lowered his voice. "I want a full neurological evaluation."
The doctor blinked in confusion. "What?"
Christian frowned. "She’s not acting like herself."
Fleur rolled her eyes so hard it nearly hurt.
"Oh my God!"
Christian ignored her completely.
"I think the trauma caused memory issues," he continued seriously. "She keeps insisting she isn’t my wife."
The doctor stared at him for several painful seconds, then glanced toward Fleur.
Then back at Christian.
The poor man clearly looked more concerned about Christian’s mental state than Fleur’s.
"Mr. Wayne," the doctor said cautiously, "Miss Swann appears mentally stable."
Christian scowled immediately. "You’re useless."
The doctor looked offended.
"I’m serious," Christian muttered irritably. "I’ll take her to a better specialist."
Fleur pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
"Mr. Wayne, I’m perfectly fine," she snapped. "And I’m not your wife."
Christian’s expression softened instantly the moment she spoke.
Even hearing her call him "Mr. Wayne" again stirred something painful and nostalgic inside him.
His wolf practically whimpered.
"Baby," he sighed tiredly, stepping toward her again. "If you’re still angry, I understand."
Before Fleur could retreat, he pulled her into his chest once more. The more she struggled, the tighter his arms wrapped around her.
Christian lowered his head slowly toward her lips. But this time, unlike years ago, Fleur didn’t cower beneath his dominance.
She fought him. And strangely enough, her defiance only made his obsession worse.
Christian groaned softly when her body trembled against him. His hand slid instinctively along her waist, remembering every curve he had spent years aching for.
"Fuck," he rasped against her mouth. "Your body still responds to me."
Fleur hated the truth of it. Her wolf still recognized him instantly.
And craved him.
"No..." she whispered shakily. "Let me go..."
But the words dissolved into a soft gasp when his hand brushed lower along her hip possessively.
Heat rushed through her despite herself. The mate bond burned violently alive between them.
Christian’s eyes darkened with hunger.
"You can deny me all you want," he whispered roughly against her ear, "but your body knows exactly who I am."
That snapped Fleur back to reality instantly.
Fury surged through her chest. With all the strength she could gather, she shoved him backward and slapped his hand away.
"Get away from me, asshole!"
