All Chapters of The Banished Lycan Princess: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KylieI took a step back as they stepped forward to reach me. My every move was quiet and light as I tried to maintain eye contact with the three of them, disregarding my racing heartbeats.“Who are you? What do you need?” I asked with the hope it would somewhat distract them. But like a hungry lion with his prey, their eyes were locked with mine.My unsteady knees were making it hard for me to continue to step away, but I kept going until I felt my hips hit against the kitchen counter. My hands scanned through the top of it, searching for anything to use against them.There were three muscular and tall men in front of me. No matter how skilled I am at fighting, I will end up losing.After my hands didn’t feel anything placed on the counter, my heart thumped harder.I just need something. Just something! I was shaking so badly as my hands traced down the handle of the drawer of the counter.Praying to the Moon Goddess was the only thing I had in mind or else I hoped miracles would hap

KylieThe other twenty warriors that were inside the training hall were commanded by Jacob to surround the packhouse. We didn’t get any answer from Hanna on how many members they brought. But we have no choice but to take our chances. We at least got to try.“Don’t hesitate to kill anyone you’ve come across. There were no exceptions. Not even their almighty Alpha,” Jacob had made it clear for the third time now.Allan and Bianca volunteered to lead the twenty warriors to the backdoors, which the Eclipse Pack couldn't have known. While Carlo, Larry, and the other two warriors who were keeping Hanna came with us.A piece of cloth was gagged into Hanna’s mouth to refrain her from making any sound as we made our way back to the Pack’s mansion.The silence that rang through the corners of the mansion made my thumping heart worse. We have no idea what awaits us inside.As soon as we all made it inside after stepping into the double doors, the light suddenly flicked open. Every light was tur

KylieI was stunned, staring blankly into his eyes, which turned softer in an instant. The soreness and brittleness of his voice kept on ringing into my mind.Did I just hear him ask me to choose him? He doesn’t seem to understand what he’s doing.A man like Logan was never used to rejection. But asking me to choose him while using our daughter as a threat is ridiculous. Logan’s eyes glistened with tears welling up in them. I waited for him to take back what he said, thinking it was just his wolf’s fault, but he added, “You heard me right.”And what about Hanna? She was the root of all of our chaos. Hanna was the reason why I was banished. Or is it because the arranged marriage would be over soon, just like what he promised me back then?The need to voice those thoughts was present, but the courage to do so was nowhere to be found.I’m afraid to ask for anything. I was afraid because I knew he was never there for me when I needed answers. Logan didn’t choose me before; why is he aski

KylieMy eyes widened in shock as I felt Logan's lips brushing against mine. I parted my lips open, not to welcome his kisses, but rather to protest. However, Logan seemed to read my thoughts, and he crushed his lips against mine before I could utter a word.I was stuck in my place, unable to move a muscle with my stammering chest and chill running through my veins.Logan’s kisses started soft, delicate, and unhurried, which didn’t last long as they eventually became rigid and torrid. His hands that were pinning my hands onto the tree loosened.I should have, and I could have already pushed him away. But as if I was possessed, I let him do whatever he wanted for that brief moment. I know I look like a fool standing before him, waiting for his lips to conquer mine fully. But everything felt so different. It was as if I was facing the Logan I used to love—the Logan I gave myself to.My teeth almost pierce his lower lip while his palms playfully knead my breast. With my eyes shut, a rush

KylieFeeling every bit of wrath rushing hastily through my veins, I raised my right hand and threw my straightened palm across Dianna’s cheek. For the second time, she was caught off guard by my slap that rang in the packhouse’s living room.“You fucking—” Her mouth was immediately shut as my other palm hit her cheek two times in a row.I was furiously shaking with my heart pounding. I was holding back too much hatred and pain in my chest. This is the only way I could think of getting it out. When Dianna lifted her face back up, I saw how tears welled in her reddish eyes. Her palms were in a tight fist with her heavy and rapid breathing.“You deserve to lose your child,” Dianna slowly utters, her teeth gritting.She may have failed to hurt me physically by slapping me back, but she definitely broke me with her slapping words. I was stunned for a couple of moments, unable to process what I just heard.My chest became heavier, and I needed to place my palm over my sinking heart. The