All Chapters of The Lycan Prince’s Puppy: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

VioletThe feast was in full swing.People laughed, talked, and clinked glasses. Every few minutes, a new dish showed up at the table, and servants worked way too hard to keep up. All the tenseness from before had been replaced, but my mind still wasn’t in it.I was still trying to give it a place, that Chrystal had knelt to kiss my shoe in front of everyone.And even though Kylan didn’t formally disown her or say anything directly, the message had been loud and clear.He made his choice.He picked me.I should’ve felt happy.I should’ve been proud.But…I wasn’t. Not fully.Sure, it felt great and all, but Chrystal was still here. Still seated at the royal table, and even if it was at the far end, it had pissed me off.This table was supposed to be for family, and the king had already decided that Beta Jack would be his family. Chrystal even being allowed to sit here said a whole lot.And if there was one thing I knew about Chrystal, it was that she didn’t give up easy. She had this u

Violet“He’s not doing anything, Dad!”My cheeks were burning, but not from embarrassment. From rage.I was done with this man.“Good Goddess!” Fergus cleared his throat so loudly it echoed through the greenhouse. “You have got to be kidding me!”His face flushed, and he immediately spun around, turning his back to us like we disgusted him. Yet, he didn’t leave.“I need to have a serious word with my daughter, in private!”Kylan had managed to lift my dress. His jaw clenched, and when he looked at Fergus, his eyes were full of fury. “I’m going to fucking kill this man,” he muttered as he bent down to slide my panties gently back onto my legs.I swear, for a moment, I almost let him. Some wild part of me wanted to. But the night was already a mess, and the last thing I needed was for him to prove the Bloodrose right. Kylan wasn’t a monster.He was already halfway turned, ready to launch forward, when I rushed in front of him and pressed my palms against his chest. “No, wait!”His burni

VioletI woke up slowly, my eyes fluttering open as sunlight peeked through the large windows.The first thing I felt was warmth, Kylan’s arm draped around my waist, pulling me close to his chest like he was afraid I might slip away if he didn’t.Our legs were tangled, my cheek pressed against his bare skin, and I could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath it. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just stayed there.Yesterday might’ve been a disaster, but last night was perfect. We never went back to the feast, never danced. We just came straight to his room, not caring who saw us, and locked the world out behind us, putting those soundproof walls of his to good use.It ended with Kylan kissing every part of me. No rush. No interruptions. We made love slowly, deeply. And for every second Fergus had ruined, Kylan gave me more in return. Way more.I had lost count of how many times I whispered his name, or how many times he made me look into those brown eyes. My body still ached from it—i

KylanA few guards nodded as I passed, heading wherever Nate decided to drag me today, but my focus wasn’t there.All I could think about was her.My Violet…Her name barely left my mind, and I didn’t want it to. I couldn’t get enough of her, and even though it had only been a few minutes since I walked away from her, I already missed the way her hand fit in mine.The way her eyes softened when she smiled, the way she kissed me like I was her whole damn world, the way her lashes fluttered when she arched her back and moaned my name like it was the only thing she knew, and trust me, I had her like that more than a few times last night.But it wasn’t just me. She had me too. Fuck, she had me losing my mind. I wasn’t just in it. I was gone.I was so gone, her happiness was the only thing I cared about. Whatever I felt for Violet went beyond love. It wasn’t just about keeping her safe. It was about seeing her, being there for her, protecting her from all evil.My mouth began hurting from

VioletI wasn’t sure how it even happened, but somehow, I was the one pushing Kayden’s wheelchair.It was just the two of us, and not even his maid was anywhere to be found. I had expected there to at least be a guard, but that wasn’t the case, and it made me that much more anxious. Just how much did Madam Renata trust Kayden to let him take me without any guard?I held onto the back of his chair too tightly, my palms sweaty as we made our way through the quiet halls. Kayden leaned his head back slightly, just enough for me to see the edge of his smirk. “You don’t have to look like I forced you,” he said calmly.I didn’t answer.Because even though I chose to come with him, it didn’t feel much like a choice.He could control the chair himself, I had seen him do it, and he was fast, too. It wasn’t like he needed help, so that wasn’t what this was about. He didn’t want me to push him because he needed me. He wanted it because of what it meant.Control.Power.This little moment where I