Todos os capítulos de The Lycan King's Branded Mate: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

In the dimly lit chambers of the Silver Dawn pack's castle, Agrippina sat alone, her mind swirling with deceit and treachery. Her plan to keep Kazia away from Murad had worked so far, but she couldn't shake the feeling that her web of lies was starting to unravel.Before she could dwell further on her schemes, the door to her room burst open, and Agrippina looked up in surprise to see Murad, his eyes ablaze with anger and fury. The air crackled with tension as he stormed into the room, his presence imposing and commanding."Agrippina," Murad growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I want the truth, and I want it now. Were you behind Kazia's ailment? Did you have something to do with her being taken to the hospital?"Agrippina's heart raced, and she quickly composed herself, feigning innocence. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Murad. I would never harm anyone, especially not Kazia."Murad's eyes narrowed, and his patience seemed to wear thin. "Don't play games with me, Agrippi

Third-person POV The sun had just begun to cast its golden hues across the palace grounds as Kazia woke to the soft knock on her door. It was Aldana, the head servant, her stern face softened with a hint of concern. "Good morning, Kazia," she greeted, her voice tinged with worry. "The King is waiting for you. He wants you to accompany him outside the palace. You should prepare yourself." Kazia nodded, her eyes flickering with a mix of annoyance and resignation. Being summoned by King Murad meant another day of enduring his haughty presence and his attempts to assert his dominance over her. She understood the dynamics of their relationship – she was his pet, bound to him by the cruel twist of fate. But that didn't mean she had to like it. With a curt acknowledgment, she motioned for Aldana to leave, closing the door behind her. The room was adorned with opulent fabrics and intricate designs, a stark contrast to the confinements of the storage room. Yet, it was still a cage of anoth

Third-person pov The night air was cool and filled with an eerie calmness as Kazia followed the silent guard through the winding, hidden passages of the palace. Her heartbeat quickened, and she felt the restless energy coursing through her. She had been informed that someone from Beta Severus would come to see her in the middle of the night, and that moment had finally arrived.Kazia had left her door ajar, sitting on her bed, awake and alert, awaiting the guard's arrival. She understood the importance of discretion; getting caught during this secret outing was not an option.The guard entered her room, and she couldn't help but notice the respect in his demeanor as he bowed his head. She quietly and steadily got out of bed, following his lead without saying a word. The message was clear; silence was her shield. She was not allowed to speak to avoid drawing the attention of the other guards on duty.As they made their way through the maze-like hallways, Kazia's senses were acutely a

Third-person pov Kazia's fingers traced the curves of Kavan's face, tracing the lines and planes of his face, memorizing every curve, every mark. She ran her hand through his hair, relishing the softness of it. It felt so strange, but Kazia couldn't help the rush of emotions that washed over her. She crashed her lips into his again, pouring all of her feelings, her longing, and her love onto this kiss. Her lips molded with his, exploring the depths of the passion that burned within her. She heard him groan, and she felt the rivulet of pleasure running down his throat, his tongue gliding across hers in an erotic dance. His tongue brushed across her teeth, teasing her lips open. A gasp escaped her lips and she opened her mouth wider. Her tongue touched his, and she tasted the salty sweat dripping from his forehead. His lips left hers and traveled lower, brushing along her neck, and then he sucked gently at the spot behind her ear. Kazia trembled, her skin burning wherever his li

Third-Person Pov The cottage was cloaked in the hushed intimacy of a stolen night. Kavan and Kazia lay entwined on the couch, their limbs a testament to their shared desire. The world outside was oblivious to their secret, and for this brief moment, it was just the two of them, consumed by the warmth of each other's presence.Kazia nestled herself closer to Kavan, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing aimless patterns on his skin. In the soft glow of the flickering fireplace, time seemed to stretch and fold, as if they were caught in an eternal embrace.But the serenity was broken by a whisper of reality, a reminder that their stolen moments had a deadline. Kazia's heart sank as she realized that she had to leave the cottage soon. The impending dawn was a relentless reminder of her impending return to the palace, where she was nothing more than a captive in a gilded cage.She took a deep breath and gently disentangled herself from Kavan's embrace. Her fingers trailed alo