Seventy Two

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• Two Times Rejected, Now Desired By The Lycan King.   One Hundred And Sixty Five

  Aurora’s POVI was spiraling. I was awake, but it felt like I had drowned in the dark blue ocean of silence.Lying on my back, I was staring at the ceiling, but I couldn’t see anything. My tears had long dried on my face so I didn't bother to wipe them off.My throat ached from the screaming, but no sound would come anymore, not even a single drop of tears. All that remained was the crushing weight inside my chest, the kind of weight that made it hard to breathe.Miller told me my father was gone, he was dead.No, he was murdered and I, his daughter who had promised to save him, wasn't there when he needed me the most.Instead, I had been unconscious and wrapped in my own pain, while Emma and Scarlet carried out their plan like a carefully choreographed dance. And now, he was in the ground, alone and without me leaving my promise pending as he was no longer alive for me to keep to my words. A silent dread crawled up my chest, the feeling of indebtedness to my father squeezing my h

• Two Times Rejected, Now Desired By The Lycan King.   One Hundred And Sixty Four

  Asher’s POV“I don't know what you are asking for." She cried. “Fine, if it's about what I told Aurora, I took my words back already." “Didn't she tell you?" She yelled on the top of her voice but I was still unfazed. “Look, the whole thing I did back there, instigating that there is someone lurking around in the palace trying to take the throne from you, I heard it all from Palmer." For a moment, I froze.“I wanted to be close to you again so I felt if I let loose of his little secret, you were going to call me to your side and then, we will settle the riff between us.” She cried.For a moment, I saw the flicker of truth in her eyes but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction that I was relieved with her confession. Trailing my fingers on the outline of her jaw, I pulled her upwards and just when she thought I was becoming friendly with her, I pinned her against the wall.Lifting a hand above my head with my eyes blinded in fury, I pushed my hand downwards slowly.The knife i

• Two Times Rejected, Now Desired By The Lycan King.   One Hundred And Sixty Three

  Asher’s POV“Is she really an Alpha breed like she claims?" Miller said behind me whilst I was trying to bring Aurora back to the present.I was going to tell her about her father's death when she was fully recovered but Miller conveniently said it to her without mincing a word. She had sounded like it was a piece of good news that she couldn't hold back to herself and now, she was making fun of her.It took every ounce of self control I had in me not to lunge at her and snap her neck into two as I watched the steady rise and fall of Aurora’s chest. She was breathing, but her mind hadn’t returned. Her fingers twitched occasionally, as if reaching for something that wasn’t there. Seeing her this way tore me.“I told you,” Miller said from the doorway, her tone maddeningly calm, “you should have told her the truth yourself. It would have hurt, yes but not like this.”I clenched my jaw, refusing to look at her.“She needed to hear it from you and not from some random person walking int

• Two Times Rejected, Now Desired By The Lycan King.   One Hundred And Sixty Two

  Aurora's POVThe light in the room felt off. It was too bright and sterile. The walls were too quiet like they were holding their breath and the air was too still. Taking a deep breath, I blinked slowly and then another one to ascertain my current position. I was awake but I didn’t feel awake.Where was I? — I pondered, staring at the white ceiling which was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. My thoughts were fuzzy like that of a year old child.My heartbeat fluttered in my chest like a humming bird which was starved from nectar. My head throbbed, not from pain, but from the weight of something missing, something I should have remembered.Then it hit me. — My father.The last thing I remembered was his voice echoing in my dream. He was calling out to me and from his tone, it was clear that he was in danger.Startled, I sat upright, my hands grasping the sheets. I looked around the room frantically, searching for something and anything familiar. The windows were closed but the curt

• Two Times Rejected, Now Desired By The Lycan King.   One Hundred And Sixty One

  Reader’s POVThe throne room reeked of the incense. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting fractured rainbow shapes across the marble floors, but nothing could cleanse the tension that hung thickly in the air. Jake’s voice echoed through the hall as he ratted like a man who had been betrayed because in a way, he had been, but not in the way he imagined.“You killed him!” he barked, jabbing a trembling finger toward Scarlet. “You and Emma, you plotted this from the start. You poisoned him, watched him suffer for months, and now you want to sit on his throne like nothing happened?” He was on the verge of tears but mother and daughter were unfazed by his rambling.Scarlet just stood there, her arms crossed on her chest with a defiant look dancing in her eyes and pose. Her crimson gown hugged her curves like armor, and her expression was unreadable as a mask.Emma on the other hand remained composed. She was seated beside the throne, her fingers intertwined on he

• Two Times Rejected, Now Desired By The Lycan King.   One Hundred And Sixty One

  Asher’s POVThe hallway leading to Aurora’s room had never felt longer than it did now. Every step I took echoed like thunder in my ears. The vial was clenched tightly in my hand and my pulse was racing as fast as the thoughts in my head.When I entered her room, the physician looked up immediately from her bedside, his face etched with fatigue. Her breathing had grown shallower, and her skin which was once sun kissed, now held a sickly pallor that chilled me to my core.“I found something,” I said, holding out the bottle.He rushed forward, and for the first time in twelve hours, his eyes lit up. He took the vial with both hands, inspecting the golden liquid like it was the miracle he had prayed for.“This is it,” he murmured breathlessly. “You found it.”I nodded, too afraid to hope, “Will it work?” I found myself asking.He turned to me, gripping my shoulder. “This isn’t just an antidote, it’s for cleansing too.” Examining the vial, I said, “This will not just cure the poison, i