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28: You Begged, Sweetheart

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last update Date de publication: 2026-06-02 21:59:18

Lyra

“Whatever I want, Lyra,” Raguel murmured with a predatory smile playing on his lips. “I’d do whatever I want to do with this banana.” He carefully peeled the skin back from the banana, throwing the yellow peel carelessly onto the floor.

I swallowed hard, my knuckles turning white where I gripped the edge of my nightgown. “Raguel, this is insane. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” He stepped into my space, his chest brushing against my shoulder. He hooked a finger under my chin, forcing my h
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  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   35: Political Games

    LyraThe mayor’s charming smile did nothing to erase the predatory gleam in his eyes. He brought his hands out from behind his back to smooth the front of his tailored suit.“Our future queen,” He said, tilting his head slightly. “I was hoping to have a word with you.”I glanced toward the ballroom doors and then back at him.His smile widened. “I promise not to keep you long.”That was exactly what people said before keeping you long.I knew that outrightly walking away would be termed rude, so I settled for polite, “Hello.”His expression softened, even though I could see a gleam of pretense in his eyes.“I wanted to take a moment to properly welcome you to our world.”“Thank you, Mr. Mayor.”“And, more importantly, I owe you an apology.”I blinked.“What for?”“Our first meeting.”I was taken aback by the fact that he was apologising to me.“Did Raguel put you to this?”“No,” he chuckled lightly. “He didn’t. This is of my own volition. I know I wasn’t exactly welcoming. Accept my a

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   34: Meet Your Queen

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  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   33: The Answer To His Insolence

    RaguelThe mention of my mate by a man like Omar Romano was like a match dropped into a pool of gasoline. My wolf, already pacing the confines of my ribs from the Council’s insolence, surged toward the surface. I felt the skin across my knuckles pull tight, the heat of the Lycan blood simmering just beneath the surface.I said nothing and that heavy silence should have been enough warning for him.But Omar was a fool, a petty man whose ambition had always outweighed his intellect.“You truly must be the Moon Goddess’s favorite, Raguel. To be chosen not once, but twice,” he continued, oblivious or perhaps simply indifferent to the death warrant he was signing with every word. He leaned against the wall of the corridor, an envious smile playing on his lips. “Any of the Alphas in that room could have become the King. It could have been Bilal or Heath. It could have been me. If only we had been mated with—”“Another word,” I interrupted quietly. “Just one more word about her, Omar, and I

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   32: She's The Prophesied Queen

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