Todos los capítulos de Sold To The Lycan King: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

BRIELLE’S POVThe sun rays from the nearby open windows shone straight down on Brielle's eyes, and she was sitting up on the bed in an instant. Blinking her eyes slowly and rubbing furiously at them so she could see well, Brielle slowly opened her eyes, yawning loudly.It was morning again, another day where she would sit alone from morning to night doing nothing. Thinking about Lord Darius almost every time didn't automatically translate into any duty, and she let out a small smile at the thought of him again. Yawning again, Brielle calculated in her head that it was just three days since the Lord of the manor had embarked on his journey, and shrugging her shoulders, eyes swooning, a blush crept up her cheeks.She missed him so much… so much that it hurt, and she didn’t know what to say about this. ‘He doesn’t give a fuck about you, Brielle….’ She tried to remind herself, but she still thought of him.Not to mention her nights were filled with satisfying orgasms she had while ple

DARIUS POVHalf-naked strippers in nothing but panties and bras flocked to Darius, but he politely declined their advances at every turn. He'd come to this bar at the request of one of his most important business clients, and they'd gotten halfway through their deal, but now they were resting. Sipping his whiskey and setting the glass cup in his hand on a nearby table, he straightened his suit and adjusted himself in his seat. Looking around, Darius noticed the supposed business client being sucked out by a naked lady on her knees, and he dragged his gaze away from the repulsive sight. Darius picked up his cup again, slightly ruffling his hair, and began to down the contents in large quantities, pouring more whiskey. While he sat casually looking around, more and more women approached him, but it never occurred to him to grab any of the blonde or brunette-haired ladies by the waist and have his way with them. He wasn't just feeling like it this evening, and if he slept with any o

BRIELLE’S POVThe journey seemed to last an eternity. Brielle had already lost track of time since the Jeep started moving. She'd dozed off halfway through the journey, the cool night breeze lulling her to sleep, and now she was wide awake, her eyes alert as she looked around the car. Brielle noticed Madeline was wide awake, hands up her chin, and she seemed to be thinking seriously about something, thanks to her wandering eyes. At the same time, she opened her mouth to say something to her, but her pride and ego wouldn't let her, so she quickly closed it. She wouldn't be the one to initiate a conversation only to be ignored; she couldn't accept that. The conversation they had before the car started was a clear indication that Madeline was channeling her inner vest towards her. Brielle should have known before this time that Madeline didn't like her and was only using her for her benefit. Thankfully, her instincts had been correct when she decided to avoid a bit of Madeline, an

BRIELLE’S POV"Please, Please..." Those were the only words that flew out of Brielle’s lips when she felt hefty hands pulling her out of the car. The gunshots from earlier continued to fill the air, increasing in volume, and she could hear voices speaking around her. Whoever was holding her body had one of his arms around her neck, squeezing it tightly to stop her from talking, and she couldn't even turn to look around. She kept wiggling, beating the heavy arms around her with her two hands, pulling and struggling, but all her attempts to break free were futile. Everywhere was dark, and dragging her gaze back toward the stationary vehicle where she had been seated, Brielle’s panic increased as she watched the car become smaller and smaller.Brielle could still see Madeline seated comfortably, hands on her head, and looking away from them; she had the heartbreaking realization that Madeline knew what was happening. Madeline wasn't even moved, and the more she was dragged away on t

BRIELLE’S POVBrielle's nose was filled with the stench of urine and dung, and as her eyes flew open, she let out a prolonged dry cough. She felt disoriented for a split second, unable to move her body or look around her surroundings. All she could do was lay things down, her head racing and her eyes darting across the floor as she tried to remember what was happening. “Arghhh…” Her head pounded heavily as she yelled slowly, letting out a muffled pain. It felt like someone had thrown a stone on top of it, and it was now as heavy as ice and aching like hell. Her entire body also ached, aside from the throbbing ache in her head. Everything felt heavy, and the only thing she could do at this point was cry. When a tear rolled down her cheek, the memories flooded back, and Brielle shook her head vigorously, attempting to forget what she had just remembered but failed miserably. The kidnapping... Lady Delilah's conversation with someone about slave trade issues, and then the last th