บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King’s Witch: Beneath the Crimson Moon: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Dom’s POV I followed behind her silently. Thankfully, I was able to get the images that Amos placed in my head out, but it was quickly replaced with herscars. And that was a real problem. I couldn’t get the image of her scarred torso out of my head. I was desperate to know who did that to her and the more I thought about it the more Amos’ restlessness affected me. We needed to run. To destroy something. Anything. The desire to ask her about it was eating away at me badly but I knew that if I did, it might make things between us worse. I didn't want to give her anymore reason to want to keep her distance from me.The longer we walked, the slower she moved. We made it through the castle doors, greeted by the staff and she gave a slight respectful nod to all of them. She moved slowly towards the green house. I could tell that she wasn’t in the best of shape. She opened the door and left it open for me to walk through it. Once the door shut, I finally spoke. “How are you feeling n

Anastasia's POV I pulled on my magic and was about to defend myself when his hand dropped from the wall and he grabbed ahold of both my wrists. Panic filled my chest. He pulled my arms over my head, pinning me to the wall. I moved as far away from the bed as I could. He sat up on the bed. A look of irritation and confusion danced on his face. “Anastasia, hasn’t anyone told you not to get a man going and then stop?” He asked. His eyes cleared and one of the most sexiest smiles broke across his face. My stomach flipped. He rose from the bed swiftly and walked over to me. I took steps backwards and he continued to approach me. I took one more step backwards and hit the wall. He lifted his eyebrow and closed the space between us. “Trying to run away from me, my love?” He asked in a husky voice. He rested his hand casually against the wall, blocking me in so I couldn’t move. I swallowed at his closeness. He was looking down at me with this animalistic hunger and my anxiety s

Anastasia’s POV I was able to eat a bit more today. I smiled brightly at my plate. Of course, if you had a look at it, it would look like it was barely touched, but to me, I could see the small dent I made in it. When I woke up this morning, Dominiko was gone and I was grateful for it. The last thing I needed was for him to still be in my be. My dreams had me in a feral state. The old woman lightly knocked on the door frame. A polite smile painted her face. “My Luna, his majesty wants you to meet him in his office.” My ears perked up at his mention. “Alright then.” I stood from the bed, gently placing my plate on the bedside. I walked into Domeniko’s office and took a seat. He sat behind his desk, the light from the window was catching the unnatural orange of his eyes as he spoke. “Good morning. How did you sleep?” A smile pulled at his lips. My heart dropped and heat gathered in my cheeks. Why is he like this? Oh goddess! Did I make noises? “I slept okay. I stated,

Anastasia’s POV I could feel the struggle she was going through. My own tears fell. She suffered so greatly, the cancer tainted majority of her body. She was truly a strong woman. She suffered in silence and still managed to work through it. After a few more seconds of searching, I placed my palm to her chest and began to chant an ancient healing spell. A surge of energy shot through my palm and entered her body. I could visually see the paths it took as it wrapped around her tainted organs like vines. She gasped as my magic coated her in its healing protection. I continued to work a little longer until I could no longer feel her pain and once I was finished, I opened my eyes again. She was looking at me with tears streaming down her wrinkled cheeks. Her eyes held this look of pure happiness and without warning, she reached out and embraced me. “Thank you, my Luna, thank you!” She sobbed as she held onto me. I smiled and reciprocated the hug. It felt like the kind of h

Anastasia’s POV Once we reached her chambers, the doors were already open. High Priestess Sage was standing over her alter, burning intense. I immediately became overwhelmed with emotions. I missed her just as much as Aaron and the fact that I was finally in the same room as her, formed a lump in my throat. "Anastasia," she spoke calmly. "You have returned. And with… company.” I fought the urge to run to her. “Yes, High Priestess. This is-“ “The Lycan King.” She stated as she turned to face us. She paused a moment and looked between the both of us. "You do understand the gravity of your actions, Anastasia, yes?" Her voice, though it was soft, carried the weight of authority. "Bringing a Lycan into our sacred space, and defending him against your brothers and sisters..." "I do, High Priestess," I replied. "But Dominiko is not our enemy. He brought me home when he didn’t have to do that." “Do you trust him?” She asked me and I answered truthfully. “I trust