章 51: I Don't Like Liars

Rhaegar looked at the cigar case on the small table in the middle of his drawing room, his eyes narrowing. 

Just like after their first night, the pain in his body subsided, and he could breathe freely again. He did not need the remedy when he was with her. 

Now, it was confirmed. 

The wolf in him had calmed down too. Now, the man could practically hear him purr as he had been put to sleep. But it should not have been like that. 

'My mate...' Rhaegar tasted the sound of these words as he silently repeated them over and over. 

He closed his eyes and recalled her tiny, white body wriggling underneath him, her small hands desperately clinging to his flesh. 

'You have to mark her, she has to be yours,' a distant low voice rang in his ears again. 

He could have crushed her if he wanted, but instead, he wanted to cherish and protect her. He wanted to be imprinted on her. He wanted her all to himself.