LUCIAN
The office was a disaster.
Not in the messy, coffee stained papers and unwashed mugs kind of way.
No, it was neat and organized but felt really intimidating and imposing even though there was no living thing here.
The first task Elias gave me was cleaning this room.
It was his home office. I figured it wasn’t a coincidence. It was a trial of sorts.
He wanted to see if I’d snoop, disobey, or sneak around like the criminal, everyone thought I was.
Well, screw him. I wasn’t interested in playing spy. My life is too complicated for that.
But I did need answers.
And this place probably has a clue about my sister and what happened between them.
There were no pictures of her anywhere. No letters. Not even a scent. If she ever worked in this office with him, it was as if she’d been erased.
I've been here for a day, and I've not seen any servants around to ask. It felt like it was just me, the guards, the butler, and the Lycan King.
So I cleaned, peeking into whatever I could, that would give me a clue as to where she was.
The papers and pictures on his desk said nothing.
There was nothing in the bookshelves, desks, and locked drawers, which I picked by the way. There was also nothing I could take without raising suspicion.
Still, I continued looking. Just as I reached near the far shelves to round up the cleaning, I spotted a diary at the top of the shelf.
The moment I reached up to pick it, I heard the door click open.
My heart slammed into my ribs. I didn’t pause to think. I dove into the closest thing with a door.
It was a storage unit from the looks of it and the dust in here.
It was cramped, too small for me to squeeze in. I barely managed to close the door.
My knees jammed into my chest as I folded. One wrong breath, and this entire dumb idea would crash down.
His footsteps echoed in the otherwise quiet room, and his scent drifted to my nose. It was spicy, strong, and burned my nose. I held my breath, afraid he'd hear me breathing.
He moved toward the desk, and I heard papers shuffle, then the room was silent once more.
Out of the blues, I heard a zipper go down, a low breath, almost like a sigh followed by a grunt.
You've got to be kidding me.
I squinted through the tiny holes in the cabinet door.
Elias leaned against his desk now, his pants down.
One hand gripping the edge and the other between his bare legs.
My stomach flipped.
He was stroking himself and not just casually. I could hear the slapping sounds of his palm against his shaft.
It doesn't seem like some quick stress-relief session.
His head was tilted back slightly, lips parted, chest rising and falling with each slow drag of his hand.
And that thing in his hand? It was larger than the last time I saw it.
With this kind of cock you didn’t take, you survived.
It had veins along the side. Head flushed deep red. His balls swollen underneath, tight and full, like they hadn’t been emptied in weeks.
I pressed back against the wood, trying to breathe without making a sound.
My stomach pooled with desire, my own cock itched to be touched.
Then I heard it.
“Fucking Ashbornes....”
That was my family's name.
He whispered it again, like it tasted bitter in his mouth
“Ashborne, Ashborne, ” he muttered again and kept stroking. Faster now, angrier almost without rhythm.
His abs flexed, his biceps shaking. His face was scrunched up in something that looked closer to pain.
Was he…? Did he miss my sister so much?
My chest burned, and my skin tingled in a way I hated.
I shouldn’t be turned on, I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be watching this.
But gods, I couldn’t look away.
His voice dropped to a rasp. “Damn Ashborne."
He squeezed his shaft hard, groaning through clenched teeth.
Something wet stained my trousers.
Embarrassment washed over me like cold water, I can't believe I got wet by watching my sister’s husband. She'd be so disappointed in me.
I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. Even though my brain was harshly criticizing me, I couldn't get my eyes to co-operate with me.
He shifted almost giving me a clearer view of what he was doing.
He knew I was here.
He had to.
There was no way he didn’t sense me. He was the Lycan King. He could hear a damn fly cough from a mile away.
Still… he didn’t stop. I couldn't move my gaze. I was frozen in my own body.
He kept stroking, his breathing ragged.
He angled his hips forward slightly, like he was performing.
And maybe… maybe he was.
His whole body tensed, and a low growl erupted from him.
With a sharp groan, he came.
A warm, thick liquid spilled over his hand onto the dark wood floor.
I shut my eyes briefly.
Guilt and heat coiled tight in my stomach. Shame mixed with the hint of something I didn’t want to name.
He stood there for a second, chest heaving, cum dripping from his fingers.
Then, quietly, he wiped his hand on a towel, drew his pants up, adjusted himself, and left the room without a word.
The moment the door clicked shut behind him, I finally let out a breath.
I stayed there for another minute, frozen, my heartbeat deafening.
My body was flushed with forced desire. I was confused, turned on, and mostly disgusted with myself.
It felt like I’d just shared something intimate with him, except he didn’t touch me.
He didn’t look at me. He probably didn't know I was there.
Was that worse? Maybe if he knew, he wouldn't have —
My skin prickled with desire all over.
I opened the storage door slowly and stepped out, taking a mouthful of air to regulate my breathing.
My legs were shaky. My mind was a frenzy mess.
My sister would definitely hate me for this.
LUCIAN The office was a disaster.Not in the messy, coffee stained papers and unwashed mugs kind of way. No, it was neat and organized but felt really intimidating and imposing even though there was no living thing here.The first task Elias gave me was cleaning this room.It was his home office. I figured it wasn’t a coincidence. It was a trial of sorts.He wanted to see if I’d snoop, disobey, or sneak around like the criminal, everyone thought I was.Well, screw him. I wasn’t interested in playing spy. My life is too complicated for that.But I did need answers.And this place probably has a clue about my sister and what happened between them. There were no pictures of her anywhere. No letters. Not even a scent. If she ever worked in this office with him, it was as if she’d been erased.I've been here for a day, and I've not seen any servants around to ask. It felt like it was just me, the guards, the butler, and the Lycan King. So I cleaned, peeking into whatever I could, that
LUCIAN The palace was different from what I remembered. I've only ever been here, once or twice, to see my sister. It was still the same towering gates, big statues, luxurious curtains, and gold plated decorations. Everything that screamed royalty. After my brief encounter with Elias, I was thrown into a dark room before a guard came to pick me hours later.I scoffed softly as I was shoved forward again. “Well, guess the Lycan King has been redecorating.”The guard grunted, not even dignifying me with a response as he threw me at the feet of a man in a spotless suit and deadpan expression. The butler.“King Elias has assigned you as his personal servant,” the butler said, his voice flat and void of emotions. “You will report directly to me. Follow orders and don’t speak unless spoken to.”My insides curled, personal servant?Didn’t my brother-in-law tell them who I am? “You belong to the King now,” he said sharply, “You clean what he tells you to clean. You sleep when he allows yo
LUCIAN The moans echoed in my ears, fuelling my anger and pain These were the kind of sounds I used to pull out of him. I’d know those sounds anywhere. Groaning, breathless, probably on the edge of climax now.And then her voice next,That snake.Alice.She gasped between fake, giggly moans, “So, do you think the Lycan King will kill Lucian first or fuck him first?”I froze.Blood drained from my face.She was talking about it like it was a joke. Like I was already dead.A sigh escaped my lips, I shouldn’t be surprised.My heart skipped, but nothing hurt more than the silence that followed her words.Andrew said nothing. He was silent.He didn’t deny it, nor did he correct her.He didn’t care. That was the harsh truth. He let this happen!I shoved the door open so hard it slammed into the wall.The room stilled.Alice lay on top of Andrew, both of them naked and shamelessly sprawled out on the sheets I used to share with him. Andrew looked stunned. Alice just laughed like she’d been
LUCIAN There was a long, terrifying pause. Elias stepped closer.I wished the ground would open and swallow me.I’m Naked. Tied. In my brother-in-law's bed. Who is also the freaking Lycan King. This wasn’t rock bottom.This was being buried under the damn mountain.I don’t know what the hell I was expecting. Maybe someone old, someone scary, someone royal enough to ignore the naked, tied-up mess I’d become. Not him.Not Elias.My mouth opened, words dying before they formed.The steam curled around him like it knew whose body it was touching and was lucky to even exist in the same room.His hair was soaked black silk, shoulder-length, slicked back to reveal sharp cheekbones, and the cold-blooded scowl carved into his face.Fuck.His pupils shrank. Like he’d seen a ghost. Then twisted. His entire face darkened with unbridled anger.His jaw clenched, muscles tensed, and his cold, dark aura filled the room, thick enough to choke on. My chest squeezed, heart racing for reasons I couldn
LUCIANMy bare skin stretched the untitled floor, bruises forming almost immediately. I glanced up to yell at whoever it was and froze. It was Andrew.Alice was cradled against his chest as she sobbed. I watched as every emotion disappeared from his face when he spotted the blood and saw the one on my hands. "What have you done?" He growled, the fury in his eyes unmatched."He pushed me." Alice cried, "But I'm sure it wasn't on purpose.""I didn'-" I tried arguing but was cut off."I'm sure that's exactly what he had in mind—to make you lose your pup... and your future heir," Harry said, out of the blue. Has he been here the whole time?"That's the only reason Lucian agreed to meet Alice in the first place. He was angry about the pregnancy and thought that if Alice miscarried the baby, he would save his relationship."I gasped out in horror as I stared at my best friend lying to my face ."I'm so sorry I couldn't stop him, Alpha." Harry added.My body trembled in anger and pain.
LUCIAN. "I'm pregnant." A familiar female voice said, taking the seat across from me without asking for permission. I blinked, the coffee I was sipping warmed my hands. Outside the café window, the sun had dipped low, showing it was about to be evening. "Uh... congratulations?" I replied cautiously, staring at the stranger. Even though her voice didn't seem strange at all. "But... should you be telling me?"She scoffed. “Are you pretending to be stupid, or are you really that dense?”My stomach tightened. “Excuse me?”She leaned forward, lips curling into a cruel smile. “It’s the Alpha's. Unfortunately, my doctor mentioned our pup is unhealthy and might not survive.”I froze, my world titling as I stared at the woman before me. Hoping this was some sick joke or a prank show Andrew was partaking in. But why the hell would she say such statement? Why is she telling me about the child's state?Setting down my coffee, I entwined my hands and faced her. I really was not in the mood for