Chapter 520-Naked In Bed Together

Chapter 520: 520-Naked In Bed Together

Verity:

"Where are we going?" I finally asked Ragnar once I came back to my senses.

He was driving himself, while I sat beside him in the passenger seat.

"I thought we’d spend the night at a hotel," he replied.

Although I could tell he had something on his mind as well, judging by the distant look in his eyes.

He was leaning slightly to one side, his elbow resting on the center console as he repeatedly stroked his beard with one hand, while the other held the steering wheel.

"I want to go home."

The moment I said that, his hand stopped moving.

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before immediately returning his attention to the road.

"No, we’re not going home tonight. We’ll see about that tomorrow, right after the engagement ceremony," he replied, straightening in his seat.

"Okay," I murmured, settling back and turning my attention to the road.

A moment later, I suddenly felt his fingers against my cheek.

When I turned toward him, I realized he had reached across and was gently caressing my cheek with his fingertips.

"What’s wrong with you? You seem awfully down," he remarked.

Although his voice still carried its usual commanding tone, strangely enough, there was an unmistakable hint of concern in it this time.

"Nothing," I answered.

I had no idea what he was thinking, but I really was feeling down, so much so that I hadn’t even bothered to move his hand away or pull back from his touch.

"When have you ever pushed his hand away or pulled back from him?" my wolf taunted.

I ignored her.

I was already struggling with too many emotions, and the last thing I needed was my wolf constantly reminding me how much I sucked or how unworthy I was of being called a good sister.

At this point, I honestly couldn’t figure out what my wolf wanted from me anymore.

Instead, I leaned into his touch, pressing my cheek against the back of his hand as I slowly closed my eyes.

"Verity."

The moment Ragnar called my name, I immediately straightened in my seat.

I didn’t know why I’d thought he wouldn’t say anything and would just let me rest against his hand for a few seconds, but apparently, I’d been wrong.

"I’m sorry. I was starting to feel sleepy," I apologized immediately.

"No, that’s not it," he replied.

That was when I noticed him pulling over to the side of the road.

Spending the night at a hotel nearby clearly hadn’t been part of his plan, because judging by the speed at which he’d been driving, he’d seemed determined to take me some other pack’s hotel.

As soon as he stopped the car, I turned toward him with a frown.

"Why are we stopping here?" I asked, noticing that we were in the middle of a road surrounded by woods on both sides.

Why had he chosen to stop here of all places?

"You have a fever," he complained, unfastening his seat belt and turning toward me.

However, he quickly realized he was far too big to move around comfortably inside the car, so he climbed out instead.

Within seconds, he was at my side, pulling open the passenger door and bending down toward me.

He braced himself with one hand on the edge of my seat, right beside my thigh.

However, it didn’t seem as though he was deliberately trying to get close to me or make me uncomfortable.

Not that I was uncomfortable.

With his other hand, he reached out and placed his palm against my forehead.

The moment his hand touched my skin, my eyes closed, and I let my head fall back against the headrest.

I had no idea what was happening to me, but ever since I’d been marked, I’d been experiencing a strange sort of drowsiness.

Perhaps it was the guilt or something else entirely. I honestly couldn’t tell.

"You’re burning up," he complained, slowly sliding his hand down from my forehead to cup my cheek.

Then he raised his other hand and placed it against my opposite cheek, cradling my face between his enormous palms as though it were some tiny, delicate fruit.

"What happened? Is your mark hurting?" he asked, his thumb continuously brushing against my lower lip.

"No, I just feel strange," I managed to whisper, barely able to get the words out.

"I’m taking you to the hospital," he declared.

But I shook my head.

Before I could say anything else, my body began to slump sideways.

He immediately slipped an arm around me, preventing me from sliding out of the car.

My head came to rest against his chest, and my eyelids began to grow heavy.

A strange pain shot through my body, but I was already so weak and unresponsive that I felt almost lifeless.

His scent was the last thing to reach my senses before everything faded, and I slipped into complete unconsciousness.

When I finally began to regain consciousness, I found myself lying on an incredibly soft, silky bed.

I didn’t think I’d ever slept so comfortably in my life.

However, the freshness of the room and the sound of the ocean outside made me realize that Ragnar had probably brought me to the hotel after I’d passed out instead of taking me to the hospital.

Or perhaps he had taken me to the hospital first.

Maybe it had only been a fever, and there hadn’t been anything seriously wrong with me.

I couldn’t be sure.

It felt as though a lot of time had passed, possibly several hours or even an entire day, but I had no way of knowing.

I placed my hands on the mattress and pushed myself into a sitting position, only to gasp and immediately cover myself when I realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

In fact, the only thing I had on was a shirt, and it was none other than Ragnar’s, hanging loosely over my body and reaching down to my thighs.

I immediately turned my head, only to find Ragnar lying beside me on the enormous bed, with nothing but a blanket covering the lower half of his body.

I didn’t even want to check underneath because I was almost certain he was naked too.

What I couldn’t understand, however, was what exactly he had done to me while I was unconscious.