The Lycan and His Witch Read Free Page B

descendants had
always met their true loves, a Lycan destined to love them.
    The him in question was
the Lycan in her living room right now. She’d known instantly he was the one when she’d seen him standing naked in the
woods. She didn’t know if it was magic, the heavens, or just
primitive instinct, but she’d known he was her destiny.
    A strange thought struck her.
She didn’t even know his name.
    Nervous, she went back into the
living room and saw him lifting the empty tray. Goodness! He’d
eaten everything. He was hungry, she thought with another
stab of guilt.
    “It was delicious. Thank you,”
he said. “Where can I put this?”
    She would have gone up to him
and taken the tray from his hands, but she refrained and kept her
distance.
    “This way,” Zora said in a small
voice.
    He followed her into the kitchen
and she pointed to the counter. “You can put it over there,” she
said. She turned and faced him, nearly jumping back. He stood close
to her and she had to crane her head to look up at him. God he was
so tall and…and big. Her gaze fell on his sensual mouth and her
stomach jolted in response. “I…I made up your room if you’d like to
rest. The bathroom is in the hall and I put fresh towels by the
basin.”
    “Thank you. I think I’ll take
you up on your offer.”
    She nodded, her eyes wavering
under his deep, penetrating gaze. “It’s the first door on the left
in hall.” The tremor in her voice betrayed her nerves.
    Cautiously, she stepped around
him and left the kitchen. What had she been thinking, allowing him
to stay for two days? She couldn’t even manage two minutes before
her heart raced and her breath caught.
    Cursing uncharacteristically
under her breath, she did what she always did when she was nervous
or unsettled. She went out into her garden, Luna trailing at her
feet.
     
    Two hours later, after she’d
planted the last of her aloe seeds, she went to her vegetable
garden in the back and began plucking ripe tomatoes from their
stems. The sun was setting and she welcomed the cool air.
    “There you are.”
    His deep voice jolted her and
she looked up, her gaze gliding over his muscular legs, his taut
abdomen and chiselled arms, his massive shoulders, to his face. Her
heart jumped. He had a strong, sexy face with smouldering eyes and
sensual lips. “Did you rest well?” she asked politely, trying to
keep her nerves in check. The man was a walking menace to her
senses.
    “Yes. Thank you.” He flicked an
interested glance at her garden and gave her an approving look.
“This is quite an assortment of vegetables. You have a green
thumb.” He paused, frowning thoughtfully. “I’m curious why you
would plant things when you could easily conjure them up.”
    Zora tensed, turning away from
him and placed more tomatoes in her basket. “I told you, I’m not
that powerful. What you’ve heard about me is hearsay. Legend. I’m
the evil witch who lives in the forest and eats little children,”
she said grimly.
    She felt his presence next to
her and gasped, snapping her gaze to his profile. He had bent down
next to her and was staring at her tomatoes. Thank God she was
fully covered. The only skin she exposed was her face, and she
doubted he wanted to brush her cheek tenderly with his hand or…or
kiss her. The thought left her flustered and she plucked a tomato
with more force than necessary.
    “We can’t magically produce
things from thin air. We have incantations, spells that set things
in motion.”
    “Like cures,” he answered
quietly.
    She knew what he was thinking.
He still thought she could cure him of his werewolf curse. “I can’t
help you…er…” She cleared her throat delicately. “I don’t even know
your name.”
    “Bryce Derekson.”
    “Bryce.” She liked the sound of
his name on her lips. She returned her focus on the tomatoes. “As I
said, I can’t help you. Our spells can cure a cold or a broken
limb, but not a dark curse. The werewolf curse