Semua Bab MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING: Bab 41 - Bab 50

.LAZAROS POV.I stomped the ground furiously storming towards my chambers, I was pissed as hell, but nothing would stop him, I knew this day would come, I knew Giovanni would eventually reach out for me but I had no idea it would be so soon , he never really had the balls. So what exactly. Fucking changed?.Now I loathed it too much when a fucking wrench is tossed into my plans, if anything it made my skin crawl with utter disgusts.Fucking maniac.“You didn't think it was important that I had to know about this mess until it got to this extent fern?” I asked shutting the door behind me. She raised her eyes In one with mine, sipped slowly from the wine In her hands, back against the wedge of the bed.“Blame yourself lazaro, you are getting way too relaxed, you are turning people, a lot more than you've done in years, you didn't stop to think it was gonna put you on radar” she inquired, plopping her head into her right arm as she spoke.“Just a few hundred, it means nothing beside

SIMONE'S POVThe silence in the estate was suffocating. I had spent weeks pacing the floors, feeling every inch of this place wrap around me like a golden cage. The walls whispered Lazaro’s name, and his presence was inescapable—his scent lingering on the silk sheets, his voice reverberating in the halls long after he left them.I stepped into the garden, inhaling the night air, desperate for a moment of solitude. The roses stood tall, their deep red petals illuminated by the moonlight, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe.But it didn’t last."Running from me, little wife?"The deep, velvety tone sent a shiver down my spine. I turned slowly, my heart already racing as I found Lazaro standing at the edge of the stone path. His stance was relaxed, but the intensity in his eyes was anything but. A glass of wine dangled loosely from his fingers, but it was the way his gaze bore into me that made my knees weak.I took a step back.He took two forwards."Don’t play

.LAZARO'S POVI left Simone’s chambers in a haste, my breath ragged, my entire body wounded tight with frustration. The thickening bulge in my pants was unbearable, pressing against the fabric with a throbbing insistence that refused to be ignored. No woman had ever left me this restless, this fucking desperate.I headed into my study, slamming the door behind me. The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls, but even in the darkness, I could still see her. Simone. Writhing beneath me, panting my name, begging for more.I growled under my breath, undoing my belt with a single flick. My cock was painfully hard, straining against my briefs, aching for relief. I dropped into the chair behind my desk, yanking my pants down just enough to free my throbbing cock which slapped against my belly, pulsing and twitching. thick, heavy in my grip, the tip already beaded with pre-cum. I exhaled sharply as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, giving the first slow, torturous

. SIMONE'S POV I woke up to an empty bed again. I dare to say I had gotten quite used to it. As a matter of fact, I had begun adapting to a hell of a lot more things than I previously did. My drowsy gaze lifted towards the window. It was bright out. Slowly, I dragged my feet towards the door. My morning strolls were the only thing that kept me sane. I turned the knob, but the door wouldn’t budge. Rubbing my palms lazily over my face, I did it again. And then again. Nothing. It was locked. My breath hitched as the reality dawned on me. I couldn’t keep up with locked doors. It was bad enough that he had guards after me the entire time— pinning, watching, waiting for me in all corners of the house. And now, he'd just lock me in? Not that I had anywhere to go, but I enjoyed knowing I still had a sense of freedom— which, apparently, had been cut off suddenly. Shoving my palms against the door once again, the lock was flipped from the other end, and Marcus's fac

SIMONE'S POVA loud groan eased off my lips as I turned in bed, pushing my eyes open. A frustrated grunt escaped my lips as I tried taking in my current surroundings.I was in a sanctuary, drips strapped into my arms. I swallowed hard, parting my eyes even wider.My body ached terribly as I pushed myself up, then it all came dawning on me—the loss of my baby, the journal, the cave, and finally Lazaro.I felt a sharp stab of pain in my heart, my heart drummed hard in my chest. This wasn’t... This was...“Simone?” Lazaro’s voice called out as I raised my gaze in sync with him.“You are awake,” he asked. He looked a mess, his hair was disheveled, he looked weak, in pain, and I... I was certain he'd looked better when we had seen each other last.“You killed my baby!” I screamed with anger surging into me. I yanked the drip off my fingers before storming towards him. All I felt was anger, I struck him in the face and rammed my fists continuously into his chest, but he didn't speak.“You t