Todos os capítulos de The Lycan's Bargain: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Aira I'm in another dream again. This time I'm in a forest, moonlight scattered on the ground through the thick canopy from the trees. I hold my breath, looking around me and freeze when I see the beast lying in front of me, his back covered in arrows and it's magnificent fur marred with blood. A soft gasp escapes my lips at the gory sight, something squeezing my chest tightly. With a bated breath, I inch towards the beast, gently crouching by it's side when I'm close enough. It's breathing is shallow, and it seems unconscious. I reach out to inspect the gaping wound by its side and it's ears flicker, a low groan of pain rumbling in it's throat. But it doesn't open it's eyes. Something warm trickles down my cheeks and when I inspect it, I discover I'm crying. Why do I lose control of my emotions when I'm near this mighty beast? I have no answers to that question but I soon find myself running my fingers through it's fur, in an attempt to soothe it from the pain it's feeling. The u

"What do you know about the Lycan king? Why is he the way that he is?" I cornered Helen in the hallway after I had been released from the kings chambers, barely acknowledging the wounds I had sustained. My arms throbbed with pain, the wounds from Kael's claws still oozing blood. I clenched my teeth, trying to ignore the discomfort.She wore a puzzled expression as she took in my appearance. Her gaze raked over me, her eyes widening as they stopped at my bloodied arms. "What do you mean?.. What the!? You're injured! What happened in his chambers?!" She cried out, alarmed. I growled back, moving even closer, my eyes blazing with intensity. "My wounds don't matter right now," I hissed, my voice low and urgent. Ensuring we were alone, I whispered tightly, my words barely audible. "I asked a question earlier. What do you know about the king? Why is he the way that he is? What is it?"Helen's expression faltered, and she took a step back, her eyes darting around the hallway as if searching

The howls and roars would continue to the early hours of the morning after which they reduced in strength and power, becoming few and far between till the castle was plunged into an eerie silence that was just as deafening. I couldn't sleep, my eyes already swollen and puffy from crying so hard, my body still hurting from where the guard had thrown me to the ground. My insides felt raw, and my mind strangely blank. Curling out of the fetal position I had placed myself, I sat up on the bed, cleaning off the rest of my tears on my face as I started dazedly to a corner of my room, trying to make sense of my emotions. Lord Mortis words came back to haunt me and a shudder went through me. The king is going feral, if he gets stuck in his beast form, he isn't going to revert back. I wanted to do something to help. I had to do something to help. He was suffering. Taking a deep breath, I stood to my feet, going to fetch a bowl of water and washed my face and body. Putting on a new set of cle

I slowly stepped out of the king's chambers, gently closing the door behind me and sagging against it, a weary sigh escaping my lips. My hands trembled, but I tightened them around the tray I was holding, closing my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. I took a moment to collect myself, feeling a semblance of control wash over me.Being in the king's presence had always been nerve-wracking, but it was nothing compared to what had just occured. Having to be that close to him, feeling his weight on me, his breath on my skin... It was all so overwhelming. He'd slept on my body, twice. And I had allowed it. Not just allowed it, but reveled in it. In the feel of his body against mine, my fingers in his hair, his warm breath on my neck. So much that I didn't want to leave.But he was unpredictable, and the idea of him waking up to meet me again didn't quite sit well with me. So, when I noticed his grip on me slipping, I had crept out from underneath him and snuck out of the room with the tra

I would spend the rest of the day lying next to the king, his hand wrapped possessively around my waist, his head resting on my shoulders. The warmth of his breath danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I battled with my arousal and desires, trying to calm the flames that threatened to consume me. The king, on the other hand, seemed absolutely clueless about the turmoil brewing within me. Or at least, I thought he was.As the hours ticked by, he would occasionally rub his face against my neck in a self-soothing manner, dragging in lungfuls of my scent into his lungs. My heart rate refused to calm, and it was a struggle to resist the urge to turn around and run my fingers through his hair, holding him close. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder if he could sense it too.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the king's breathing slowed, and he fell asleep. The steady rise and fall of his chest was the only sound in the chambers, a sooth