Obsession: the Lycan king's Human Mate

Chapter 159 - Waking Up - III

He watched her from afar. Now, he could not have come up with the better ideas and to make sure that they were cameras attached in her room and even the bathroom so that if you try to ever do something that was not in her favour he would intervene timely.His attention was not focused on his work and was more on his mate. This had led his beta, gamma and delta Lycans to be overburdened with his work but they did not complain.

In fact they had relished the given tasks. Having maids found for each other was a great deal of happiness which is why, whenever two supernatural mates found each other they were over given a month of to enjoy the process of mating.

His turn was here but is made it was not mentally present here. She, on the other hand, was in a completely different world.

The clock struck on the desire time when it was at aliens Mel. She did not eat a lot which is why they had to give it to her for numerous times a day also the given condition of a stomach she was own liquids most of the time and could not be given a lot since her stomach could not really processor.

He stood and walked out towards the infirmary. How different Harry imagine all the situations to be and how different he had turned out. He had always imagined that when I didn't come into this world it would be full of happiness and wonder where as it was grief and sadness over taking them.

He sighed and opened the door. "Good afternoon, my mate." He wished and allowed the servants to enter. They kept the meal tray and left immediately.

All this while he stayed at the back of his mate who was over looking the capital.

"It is beautiful, is it not?" He tried to make small talk but he knew that he was failing miserably as he was a person who at the core was not the one to beat around the bush. "The locals dress white colourfully. In fact If you want one day we could take you to the market as well. People would love to meet you."

He waited for a reply but she did not move and continue to stare outside. In slide alarm his focus on hearing her heartbeat and concentrated on it for a minute. Relieved that it was to how a normal human heart and he moved to the mail tray and poured some soup into the bowl. It was her favourite spicy tomato soup and a thin stick of garlic bread. To give her two bites of the garlic bread he knew that he would have to defeat enough to make it really soggy but he did not have any other option.

With one hand he held the played along with the ball in it and the spoon and in the other He dragged the chair and placed it right next to her taking a seat on it himself.

"Here," he gave her some in a spoon after blowing on it. "The soup."

Har I was moved slowly to him and then she glanced at the soup. There was no change the expressions on her face, no apparent discuss or excitement to have her favourite food. She remained neutral.

She didn't open her mouth. She never did.

He sighed and placed the bowl in his lap. Taking a hold of his chain he gently pulled her face towards his and placed the spoon in between her legs and tilted upwards slowly letting the liquid pour and saw her gulp it down.

He repeated the entire process until the super Bowl was empty. He did not try anything with the garlic strips as he knew that if it was so difficult to feed her a spoon of soup, she was not going to chew anything willingly.

He sighed. It was fucking tough.

His ice turns to look at the small almirah at the end of the room. He stood up and move there, taking out a small piece of rubber band for hair and a hair brush back to his mate.

This time he move the chair from beside her to behind her and sat there as he parted her hair into half and began combine the knots.

They had washed her hair today and this time they had left it open to air dry Aashiq really did not like the headache that the hair dryer was giving her. That was the only time that she had shown her apparent dislike to something and as much as he had hoped, she had in the end retreated back to her mute self first.

He ran his fingers first from every section as the major knots were unknotted by then. Then he ran the wide tooth comb through them. This was something his mother had told him the first he had tried it directly to the brush and he had only managed to irritate her.

Parting it into three sections, he placed them all one upon another and managed to make her a bread which was still a bit awkwardly angled from one side. But he was still better than what he had done in the first time.

"Why don't you talk?" He asked in a Hushed voice, just for her ears. His tone seemed like he was complaining something to her. "Do you know how long it has been since I last hear your voice. We need to give together adaline and you do not even talk to begin with."

She remained silent and he sighed once again, before pulling on high ponytail slightly making her head inch back but then snap forward in the same direction that it was earlier in.

He aggressively ran his hands in his hair. What more could he do than this?

A thought came to his mind and he knew it was nothing more than a gamble but he was willing to play it.

"I killed you father Adeline," he spoke out loud, carefully watching her. "Are you not going to punish me?"