All Chapters of Fated To The Lycan Beast: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

EveI'd be a liar to say I had not fantasized about this for weeks. I couldn't help it. I wanted to fuck Axel, and every part of me begged for this. I'd enjoyed sex with Lance until it became a chore. But at his best performance, Lance had never made me feel like Axel did. “Something about you makes me come alive,” he whispered, running his tongue over my lips.“What is it?” I asked, teasing him by rubbing my clit against his crotch. He groaned and pressed himself more into me. “Tell me.” I ran my fingers over his hair. It felt so soft as his body shuddered with pleasure He chuckled lightly at my playful behavior but then pulled away from me. “Everything.” His voice was husky with lust. He leaned forward and kissed my chin before pulling me down on top of him. “I can barely contain myself. Your curves. Your sultry eyes. Your soft lips… they're enough to drive any man wild. It's time to take things to the next level.”His mouth covered mine, and I could taste him everywhere on my to

Axel Since sleep had decided to betray me, I figured I might as well betray my liver in return. A bottle of Jack Daniels seemed like the next best companion for a sleepless night.I made my way to the pantry in my room, grabbing the familiar glass bottle. At first, I drank slowly, savoring the burn as it coated my throat. But patience had never been my virtue, and soon enough, I was drowning myself in the amber liquid.The stupid thing wasn’t even working.The curse of being a Lycan: no matter how much poison I poured into my system, my body refused to surrender to the bliss of intoxication. Other creatures had it easy. A few shots and they were spilling secrets and making poor decisions. The worst thing that would happen to me was waking up with an exhausted spirit.And just as I anticipated, I woke up feeling like shit. My limbs were heavy as my body sank into the mattress. I didn't have the strength to get up, much less go downstairs and pretend to be interested in breakfast. I l

Eve Crystal was biting into a cake when I returned to the kitchen. I stood before her."What the hell was that about?"She turned her gaze to me, completely deadpan. "What are you asking me for?"I shot her a look. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You attacked Shahar."Crystal leaned back, faking surprise. "Oh, my bad. Did he run to you complaining that I hurt his feelings? Maybe I should send him an apology basket with scented candles and a handwritten note that says, ‘Dear Shahar, sorry for treating you like the disposable pawn that you are.’""That's not fair. You didn't even go after Axel like that."She shrugged. "That's because I don't have to. We know what Axel is. We know what he did. But you're getting too comfortable. I see it, and it's dangerous. We didn't come here to make friends or get married.""Let's take a walk. Fewer ears," I said.She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."We headed out and walked along the stone path. The estate's garden was always peaceful, and I

Eve "I have to go," I said to Axel, watching as he finished his meal with a satisfaction he didn’t bother to hide.He never openly admitted how much he liked my cooking, unlike Shahar, who would shower me with exaggerated compliments and bounce like a kid. But I knew. Axel was getting addicted. The way he scraped his plate clean, the way he always finished before everyone else, the way his eyes lingered on the food before he even took his first bite—it was all the proof I needed."Stay," he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "I'll be rounding up soon."I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. That smug look on his face irritated me because he was fully aware of why I was looking at him like that."So why did you make me go through all this stress if you were coming home tonight anyway?" I asked, crossing my arms.He shrugged, feigning nonchalance, and went right back to eating, not even sparing me another glance. Sneaky, arrogant, huge-ass bastard.Here I was, a woman about to marry

Axel  The wind carried the scent of salt and damp earth as I made my way toward Priestess Gaia’s hut. The water crashed against the rocks and the chill bit at my skin, but my mind was too heavy to care. Approaching the hut, my steps faltered. There, half-buried in the sand, was the priestess—only her head visible, her long silver-streaked hair tangled with bits of seaweed. My arm clutched my chest as I frowned. “What the hell are you doing?” A raspy laugh bubbled from her throat. “Ah, the mighty king is afraid?” “Not in the slightest,” I muttered, stepping forward. “Do I even want to know if this is some sort of ritual?” She grinned up at me. “A cleansing ritual,” she said simply. “Submission to the earth, to the ancestors. You should try it.” “