บททั้งหมดของ Contract with the lycan king : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Leah's POV"Then since you people will not let me go willingly, I will escape," she says suddenly, a new determination in her voice. "Before the wedding. I'll find a way and I will leave here! I would rather die while escaping than marry that swine of an Alpha!”"No, you won't," I say confidently with a smile. I like the way I am able to maintain my facade of calmness. On a normal day, the thought of Alora would work me up so much that I would react violently- especially if she said it herself like this. But today? I am surprised at my Wolf's ability to control our emotions even though we are seething inside from her words. We have to do everything to make sure that she does not escape. "You will never escape,” I say still with a smile. “You cannot escape when you are bound up like a dog, silver weakening you. And especially not with what is about to happen to you- a romantic joining between you and Alpha Leo. Not after I have put things in place to ensure that you would be wriggling

Leah's POVAnd then, suddenly, the much anticipated stuff happens.A scent swims into the room like a jellyfish. It is sweet, but there is an undertone to it. I think I smell it first because I know what it is, because I caused it and I have caused it a million times. This is the smell of Alora's heat. Much stronger than I expected even though I gave her ten times the dose. The herb mixture must have been even more potent than I thought.The scent grows stronger by the second, flooding the room. It is now impossible to ignore. One by one, heads turn toward the doors, nostrils flaring and different emotions rising.The male wolves in the room react instantly. Their eyes get wide and dilate, their breathing becomes shallow, their bodies tense- there is beginning to be sexual tension. The guards grip their weapons tighter- I wonder if the weapons would help them fight against their own instincts. The elders, even the older ones, straighten up, their expressions changing from confusion t

Lucas’s POVI think these people are making a mockery of me. Silver infused window bars!? Hell no! Is this new installation necessary? I have been quiet. I have not even tried to escape, yet they mock me this way. Eighteen huge bars that would roast me like a goat used for burnt offering if I try to escape. This makes watching the pack from inside her to be more difficult . Since I am a lonely soul in here, I just allow time to pass by watching everything play out in this pack- even though my view is alway one anglesI know that it is Leah that ordered this installation. She is doing this because the last time that she came here, I chose to look outside of the window instead of to look at her. She is so petty. I wonder what it must feel like for her. I wonder why she never just respects herself and understands. How can she be willing to marry a man that utterly hates her? How does she even think that we would coexist together? How does she even think that she would be happy in her m

Lucas's POVI wake to the blood in my mouth, fog in my eyes, ringing in my ears and a pounding in my skull that feels like a hammer hitting inside of my forehead. My head is pressed against the floo, and for a moment, I can't remember anythin- including the reason why I am on the ground"Get up," my wolf growls inside my head. "Something iss happening."I push myself to my knees, groaning at the pain I feel all over my body including my teeth . “How long was I unconscious?” I want to say along but it is as if my tongue is tiedThe scent that send me unconscious before hits me again -Alora's heat- it is still lingering in the air. But it is stronger now. It is more wrong. Why is it too sweet and too intense, like someone took her natural fragrance and twisted into this hideous smell. My body reacts immediately - my pupils are dilating, heart racing, blood rushing to my dick despite my disgust at myself. I am aroused"Oh goddess, what is happening to me," I mutter, forcing myself to st

Lucas's POVI am ready for the drama that I am going to actBut instead of heavy boots hitting the ground, I hear light graceful clicking of heels just towards my door. This should be someone different and unexpectedI quickly throw the rest of the ceremonial clothes on top of the bed and I position myself behind the door. The broken spoon's jagged is still with me. I don't know what this new plan is, but I will sure make it jell for them. At least one werewolf must go downThe silver lock clicks with a small noise and the door opens up. I take a pose, ready to strike. But this is not a guard or an ordinary servant. O know because of the scent that rushes into my nose- a familiar perfume mixed with sweat and royaltyIt is LeahI see her as she steps into the room, and I freeze in surprise. Someway, somehow, she is the last person I expected.She's alone. No guards. No backup. She is not scared of me. And she looks... different. Disheveled. Her usually perfect appearance is in in slig