บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Bride: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

She opened her eyes at the soft caresses on her body, her breast, and her abdomen, lingering longer on her lower abdomen. When Laylin barely parted her lips, her eyes fell on a frowning Ambrose glaring at her... body? As she barely moved, he caught sight of her. “Did I… Did I faint?” She murmured looking around the shabby setup of a sleeping quarter. Her eyes fell on the ornament in his hand. It was a hair accessory. Her hairpin. One she recognized very well. She was wearing it at the moon festival. It was from the accessories she had given to Esmer to keep safe till she found a better way to cash them out. Her eyes fell on the open pouch on the nightstand. All her jewelry was there. Ambrose stared at her wordlessly. His face unreadable as he just stared at her with something on his mind. Seeing him look at her in heated attentively made Laylin fidget as she continued, “I think I must have been tired after all. The food here is… different and I'm finding it difficult to build an

“How old it is?” Laylin asked quietly. If it hadn't been for the vomits she wouldn’t have guessed. How could her child be this stealthy? “It is about two months at least, though I might be wrong as I have never seen such a… child.” Her eyes glared at her stomach as if in suppressed disgust. Laylin hummed. It was probably around when they were newly together. It probably also means that the child might have a heartbeat of his own now. “Princess, is there anything you would like me to help you with? Is there anything particularly strange you feel?” She asked and Laylin furrowed her brows. She was feeling quite inadequate right now. “It’s strange…” The Princess didn’t know how she felt about cradling a babe in her arm when she herself was this young. That was far-fetched though, she didn’t know what this child might come to be. Laylin and Ambrose were half-breeds and it was an even more unstable creature. Layin had faced several fluctuations in power at a young age, and several inci

Sansy looked at the man with a clenched jaw. The pathetic man had banged his head against the wall and lost consciousness. As the medic treated him, his temper flared. The man was cunning he was trying to kill himself so Sansy wouldn’t use any spells to get the information out of him. But he shouldn’t have expected anything less from a man who was able to devise a massive rebellion this smoothly. Sadly he might have to dispose of him soon. He was of no use if his lips were shut. It was better to find alternatives than try to make a man like him talk. “Leave the area unattended. Seal the doors, let him rot here for the rest of his days.” He said and turned around. He might have to break the safe open but he couldn’t. If the treasury was forced to be open, the Palace would collapse on its own. There were ancient spells on it. He will have to break the spell somehow. For all the hate these filthy beasts threw at witches, this came as a surprise to him. How pathetic. ….… “Show you

“I will do no such thing!” The Old Mistress spat, “I won’t send my witches and wizards to die out there to fight a battle that is clearly not ours to fight. Besides as I have said we will patiently wait.” The Mistress pursed her lips. She had an inkling of how Sansy was able to open this many gates at once. He would have somehow gotten his hands on the Forbidden Knowledge of the Tribe from the Rune Vault and found out the White Wolf blood was the Medium key to open the door. The book was only ever accessible to the leader of the Tribe and Sansy had been the leader of the Tribe before her. He learned the dark arts like that too but he could never quite interpret it right before the mark disappeared from his wrist and appeared on the current Mistress of the Tribe. The good thing was, after the King’s rebellion only two people of the White Wolf Blood remain and the young Princess was too weak. She would give out soon. She was this weak that there was no chance for her to survive the

Laylin carefully answered, trying to read his mood from his deadpanned expressionless face but really didn’t see his next move coming. ‘THUD!’ “Ack…!” With a swishing sound, Esmer was pushed against the cave's upper dome-like muddy ceiling with his demon shadow as a noose around her neck. “You used my wife for your frivolous experiments?” He calmly questioned, his burning eyes still staring at Laylin whose eyes widened in horror “Sire!” Laylin pushed him away abruptly with widened eyes, “Let her go! Are you crazy?” She shook him but his hardened scowl was persistent. The only thing that changed was the fierce eyes that narrowed to make them more scarier. Rurik clenched his jaw at the demon’s cruelty. He was about to lung at him when he was jolted from the inside. Laylin vibrated with blind rage and willed her aura to launch at his demonic shadow. Rurik was about to slap his forehead at the Princess's foolishness. He had learned the hard way, these tentacles weren’t solid… Huh?