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The Lycan King's Healer #Chapter 74: Empty Estate
The dread became heavy in my stomach the moment they left. I felt cold when Aldrich was gone. It was like losing the sun, the land becoming a snowy and desolate wasteland where nothing lives. The only rays of light came from Theo. He looked like the light in him was completely gone after the vampire attack. I hadn’t slept in two nights, but there were still things that needed to be done. I needed to tend to my son and make sure he was okay. The royal therapist and I sat in his bedroom, where three guards manned the door and outside the window. It probably didn’t help his fear, but we had to make sure what happened didn’t happen again. I sat with him on my lap, arms wrapped around him while I cradled him in a fluffy duvet. “I want daddy,” was the only thing he said, seemingly refusing to say anything else. On one hand, I was thrilled that he was referring to Aldrich as his daddy and that he felt safe with him around. He also liked to
The Lycan King's Healer #Chapter 75: A Hero
I froze. My hand gripped the door, and I was contemplating if I should run back inside the house and slam the door. The vampire would be on me before I could even get it all the way closed. I noticed it was morning, but the sun was not out. Shit. “Hello there,” the vampire drawled, blood seeping from his lips and glowing in his eyes. I stumbled back, my breath shortening. “I wouldn’t try to run if I were you.” I gulped, trying to figure out how to morph into my wolf form before the vampire could kill me. “I’m not as weak as you think I am,” I threatened, willing my hands to stop trembling. “I admire the delusion,” he chuckled, “you have no one to protect you now when you fail to make even a mark on me, little girl.” I looked around the empty field desperately. All the guards were in the emergency battle or dead. He was right that no one was here to protect me now. But that meant there was no one left to protect the estate, eith
The Lycan King's Healer #Chapter 1: A Drugged Prince
Our affections were cold, but our bed was on fire.Through the dizzying, sweaty haze of sex, I couldn’t deny the slight confusion that surfaced. As the glorious, handsome third lycan prince grasped me so tight I felt he may shatter my bones out of passion, I tried to veil my surprise.Aldrich, my newly appointed husband, was a dominant, yet gentle lover; his grip was fierce, but his eyes were soft, the former iciness melting into warm pools as they met mine. I was not expecting our wedding union to be warm—my only predictions contained emotionless, dead eyed glances and no kissing, only adhering to the elders’ prophecy and not actual passion. After all, the heartbroken royal would surely not love me.He was forced to marry an average female wolf; he had every right to accept the marriage, but refuse me. That did not happen.Tonight we were not strangers, we were fevered lovers.Perhaps that is what ignited the fire, I thought to myself as I shuddered at his heavy, hot breaths in my ea
The Lycan King's Healer #Chapter 2: Transformation
Soon, I would become just another cobweb upon the floor.My body was barren of a soul, for it felt like I floated slightly above my carcass, my ghost lingering just long enough to know I was dead. Death is a funny thing like that; with some deaths, like executions or freak accidents, some people are killed before they even know it. But gradual death, the kind that slowly envelopes you with starvation and disease; it lets you know every detail.I knew my body lay emaciated on the ground, twisted and grotesque. Skin hanging off the bone, so thin that there would be no meat for the rodents to feast on. Dwindling, seemingly melting. Empty, devoid of my own life. The only thing left was the other living being inside of me; the pup, my kin that I would never meet.Maybe if I was not pregnant, I would have let myself float away, out of this cottage and this pained body and into the sky. Into bliss away from this cruel world where I have been tricked and fated into a torturous death. There wo
The Lycan King's Healer #Chapter 3: Opening a Jail Cell
“Sir! Save me, please!” the boy cried when he saw me, squinting through the sun to look up at me.I immediately saw the admiration and respect in his green eyes, the same I noticed in every young boy when they first saw me.He wiggled in the small space, the sweat from his temple mixing with the tears on his dirty face, looking up at me expectedly. His dirty blonde hair fell in his face, and he was puffing it away in panic as he struggled. He resembled a lost puppy.A chuckle escaped me, and I forgot the sound of my own laughter before that.There was no room for laughter in war, not even with my pack members in the little moments of silence we shared between battles. In the former years, it was nothing but blood and violence, and slaughter soon replaced any shred of laughter. I soon forgot what the feeling of a smile felt like; the feeling of your lips spreading to the edges of my face.The delight of helping a little boy from a hole and not a wounded soldier from my pack was almost t
The Lycan King's Healer #Chapter 4: A Jail Cell full of Flowers
After four years, the cottage door was finally opened.I stepped over the threshold cautiously, listening to the distant argument between the woman and the child. The voices, however, swiftly faded to the background as I looked around, awe overcoming me.This was not the abandoned cottage I had once sent my new wife into; it was beautiful.Blooming, blushing flowers decorated the space, in vases and pots and vines neatly hanging from the ceiling. There was even a wooden garden swing, its handles enveloped in climbing rose vines. I stepped over a flowerbed of paeonia, confusion sweeping through me. There was puzzlement evident on the servants’ faces; they clearly did not recognize the residence either. Flower vines even framed the windows and traveled up the walls, resulting in hanging canopies of pastel petals from the ceiling.The beauty of the cottage was not the only surprise. The woman that stood in front of the boy was more beautiful than all of the flowerbeds and roses combined.
The Lycan King's Healer #Chapter 5: Poison Ivy
Aldrich “You said your father is dead!” I exclaimed to the boy. He shrugged, sinking away.Cathy whipped her head around to me, a dangerous warning in her eyes. She then looked down to Theo. “I told you not to talk to strangers,” she reprimanded him coldly.“Mommy, I was wrong,” he murmured, “please don’t be angry.”This was a different child than the one I found hanging from the hole, rebellion and panic on his face. This was a boy who truly adored his mother, guilt replacing that rebellion.She knew that. I watched her delicately run her fingers through the boy’s hair, the same hair as mine. He was still dirty, and she was brushing away fragments of the wall from his scalp.“It is none of your business who his father is,” Cathy growled, weaving her fingers in his hair, “do not yell at my son.”“Tell me, which bastard is the child’s father then, if he’s not mine? How dare you have sex with another man!” I demanded, anger fully encompassing my voice. I couldn’t contain it, not even i
The Lycan King's Healer #Chapter 6: A Banquet without a Hero
I told myself it was mere curiosity that led me back to the cottage that night.Weaving through the moonlit forest, unseen and hidden within a mask, I nearly convinced myself of this. I was only going because of my hungry curiosity and natural hatred for the unknown. Us animals are curious creatures, and we do not tolerate questioning very well.“A prince must know everything about his people,” I added out loud as I side-stepped a pine tree and onto the familiar dirt path, nodding in agreeance with myself. “Yes, that is it.”However, the small, rational part of me knew that it was because of how my heart felt staring at the boy, and the hatred on Cathy’s beautiful face.I easily found the cottage next to the large willow tree. It was warmly glowing through the darkness. I didn’t have much of a plan, but my stealthy nature did not need one. I was a famous war general whose footsteps were more silent than the fluttering wings of a fly.I stared at the cottage for a moment before approac
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