I became the Purchased Wife Of The Lycan Prince

Chapter 7

Hope tapped on her feet as she waited patiently for Logan to emerge out of the washroom. Her wait was over when Logan stepped out of the washroom and saw Logan only in his trousers. She gulped to see his naked upper body and lowered her eyes in shyness.

Logan went toward the cupboard and took out a T-shirt to wear. After he put it on, he asked Hope why she was still standing. They sat on the mini-couch in the bedroom.

“My grandfather wants to see you. So, we will head to his house tomorrow morning.” Logan informed her. Hope was worried about her college, but if she would speak up Logan might scold her, so she remained quiet.

“Grandpa will ask a lot of things from you as if you are in love with me. You will tell him how you proposed to me first,” Logan began explaining to her and looked at her. Seeing her puzzling expression, he asked, “If there’s something wrong with my face?”

“| won't lie to your grandfather. The contract didn’t state anything regarding lies, especially such a lie about falling in love with you,” Hope pronounced while gathering her courage.

“You didn’t read the contract carefully, right? It stated that you must in all conditions adhere to your husband’s demands. Failed to do so, he can punish you,” Logan

reminded her.

Hope’s lips parted as she wanted to speak up, but she chose to remain silent. “Speak whatever is in your heart,” Logan stated.

“What will be my punishment? Will you beat me up?” Hope promptly asked.

Logan’s jaw clenched to hear that. “I never raise hands on a woman. My mother didn’t teach me that,” he proclaimed. “I'll punish you on the bed. An amusing smirk spread across his lips as he moved closer to her.

Hope placed her hands on his chest, gently pushing him away. “Keep your lustful eyes to yourself,” she murmured, avoiding eye contact.

However, Logan grasped her face, turning it towards him, locking eyes. “I won't avert my gaze from you. Besides, you seemed to enjoy the lust and passion | showed you. yesterday,” he muttered.

Hope’s captivating allure had a way of unsettling him. He understood theirs was at relationship for his own gain, yet her words and reactions weighed heavily on him,

Chapter 7 Sat, 24 Feb stirring unexpected emotions within him.

His eyes lingered on her luscious lips and he could not restrain himself anymore from tasting them. As his lips captured hers, Hope jolted back but Logan’s strong hand found the way back to her head and pulled her to him. His other free hand moved to her left thigh as he drew her entire body close to him.

The way his lips would move above Hope’s lips would make her feel weak. She slowly surrendered herself to his mercy and he also slowed down his nibbles.

As they pulled away, Logan’s dark red eyes again met hers. His eyes would hardly change color but around her, they started the moment they became intimate.

Hope breathed heavily, gazing at him with bewilderment. “See. You crave for this, Little Wolf,” Logan remarked.

“If | don’t follow you, | will be punished the other way. So, it’s better to accept the kiss from you. I'll tell your grandfather how you bullied me,” Hope said in anger and promptly rose to her feet. Before Logan could get a hold of her, she moved away and ran out of the room.

“Did she just threaten me?” Logan muttered and a chuckle escape his mouth.

“Madam, this is your room from today onward. Master Logan’s room is right in front of yours, separated by this lounge area. | hope Madam liked the room,” Camila explained to her.

“Yeah. It’s beautiful. Thank you for your hard work,” Hope said with a smile.

“On Master Logan’s request, | asked the servants to put the study desk within the room,” Camila gestured to the window, where the desk was placed.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Hope liked the location of the study desk. Well, she was overwhelmed by the way. Camila arranged her room. In her house, no one ever provided her with such things. She had to work part-time to buy such amenities for herself.

Hope realized she left her books in Logan’s roo and forgot to collect them before leaving. After Camila took her leave, Hope headed to Logan’s room. She peeked in but didn’t find him inside.

Asmile carved on Hope’s lips. With quiet steps, she walked inside and quickly picked up her things. As she turned around, Logan’s figure startled her.

“Sneaking into my room without my permission is wrong,” Logan stated as he slid the phone into his trousers pocket.

“I-I came to collect my things,” Hope stuttered. She took a step to her left while hanging her head low to leave when Logan grasped her arm.

“You entered my room, but you'll leave now with my permission only,” Logan stated.

“| have to finish my assignments,” Hope asserted.

“Later,” Logan said with a commanding tone and let go of her arm. “Come to bed.” He went ahead while Hope’s heart started pounding with nervousness. What did he want from her? It’s not even a proper night...

Logan rambled in the drawer of the bedside table and sat straight on the mattress.

“Come here, Hope!” Logan said in a loud voice this time.

Hope promptly pivoted on her feet and walked up to him. She settled in front of him, setting her books next to her. “Come close,” Logan commanded.

Hope moved closer to him and gulped. She closed her eyes in fear, wondering if he would kiss her again. However, to her surprise, she felt something cold on her arm. As she opened her eyes, she saw Logan apply an ointment over her arm, specifically the bruises.

“They won't disappear soon. So, keep them covered when we are in my grandfather’s home. Not because your arms look ugly, but because | don’t wish to hear anything bad from my aunts for you. | am a short temper person, Logan affirmed as he blew air over her arm.

Hope curled her fingers as she was moved by his gesture. “Why can’t you love me?” she asked a question, which Logan didn’t expect.