The Lycan Prince's Pet のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

He walked into the hall and was greeted by a panicked Adrian who stared at her condition, aghast. "You can hand her to me, Prince," Adrian said, stepping closer to take the girl but Draco didn't hand her over. "Lead the way to her room," He said in a clipped tone as Adrian took a second to come out of the shock before he escorted him to her room. Draco's nose scrunched looking at the tiny claustrophobic room but to his surprise, it smelled nice. Just like her. He tossed her on the bed not gently at all but not roughly either. Adrian examined her wound and tsked. He then proceeded to check her breathing before he barked orders at the guard to get the healer. Draco watched Adrian quietly. The chief seemed to be worried about her a damn too much. He glanced at the girl once, his eyes flickering to her lower lip which was bleeding, for a second he had the urge to lick it but he frowned at himself. Her face had turned a bit pale and the blood was now soaking the makeshift bandage on he

She startled awake hearing low whimpers. Sitting upright, she looked around her room and there was no one. A sudden dread coiled her heart. She carefully tossed her legs out of the bed and blinked in the darkness. Another whimper followed and it was coming outside her room. With the help of crutches, she got to her feet while wincing in pain. Fiona tottered towards the door before she placed her ear on the flat surface. Someone was crying. She glanced at the clock and her brows furrowed. From what she knew the slaves retire to the quarters at 12.She breathed in deeply as many scenarios raked through her mind but another muffled sob had her heart trembling. Grabbing the doorknob she opened the door slightly to peek outside and her eyes fell on the small figure hunched in the corner of the wall and wailing. It was a child with white hair like snow. She opened the door wide and hobbled outside. A light noise and that kid looked up horrified with big blue eyes which were full of tear

Her leg throbbed in pain as she tried to get out of bed in the darkness. Just as she reached the edge. His hand circled her ankle and he yanked her down. "NO!" She screamed at the top of her lungs only for him to clamp her mouth shut as he hovered over her. "Shut the f*ck up and pleasure me you whore!" He spat and her heart lurched to her mouth in dread. She started thrashing in his hold as he tried to open her legs. Tears burned the back of her eyes. Her fingers which were healing started to throb as she punched his chest. He wasn't even budging and was just focused on forcing her legs open. He let go of her mouth and tried to rip her shirt. Her body was in a fight and flight mode as it reacted on its own. She hit him where the sun doesn't shine. He groaned in pain and she pushed him away before falling out of the bed. She stood with the help of the wall and wobbled out of the room. She was limping badly and her wound was bleeding all over again. The blood coated her trousers a

Draco groaned in annoyance hearing a knock at the door. Who would dare to disturb him at this hour of the night? Another rampant knock on the door had him wanting to strangle the person to death. Sitting upright he tossed his legs out of the bed and pulled the sheets covering the thing that needed to be covered as he barked, "come in," while raking his fingers through his luscious black hair. The door opened only to reveal a rather drunk Dexter. He teetered inside the room before discarding himself on the couch. "Brother," He rasped looking at Draco with an expression he was well aware of. Whatever reason Dexter was here at this hour of the night simply meant he wanted to talk about serious matters. It wasn't veiled among the brothers that they both wanted the throne no matter what. Draco wasn't so fond of being the king. He was happily ready to hand the throne to his younger brother until they were teens but when he started to notice his father's infinite affection for humans, he

"Fiona," His voice was calm as if he knew she would ask this. "Your protection is his responsibility, if he fails to protect you, or if you die, he'll lose the throne and don't you worry I'll make him sign a contract. Also, I'm not heartless, if ever throughout the marriage you want to divorce him, you could. But then he won't lose the throne because it'll be you; backing out and I'll make sure to give you a life of freedom." He assured her. It was too much to take in. Her mind was processing everything he said. He won't be able to kill her and she'll be of an almost equal title to him. That was a solid opportunity to fight for human rights. But there was no guarantee he wouldn't make her life a living hell. He surely couldn't kill her but he could easily abuse her physically and mentally. So saving humans was worth her life and all the effort? She clenched her jaw glaring at the floor. They should've given her some time to think over it. She had a strong feeling that the king jus