The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

It took a few moments of silence before Lylah realized what she had just said. It was supposed to be a thought—one she’d bury deep and scold herself for later.But as she watched the Grand Lord’s brow lower in a subtle frown, the truth hit her: her lips had moved. She’d spoken the words aloud.Her throat worked, but words refused to come out. Her heart drummed in her ears and she wished the ground would swallow her whole.“You should get some rest,” he finally said, rising to his feet. “I’ll see you around, Little Wolf.”“Th-thank you, my lord,” Lylah stammered.Without another word, Lucas left, and as the door shut behind him, Lylah gasped, her face turning even redder.“Why the hell did I say that?” she buried her face in both palms, eyes wide as her own words replayed in her head. She felt like smacking herself.“You must be crazy, Lylah,” she mumbled.How was she going to face the Grand Lord now? He was probably thinking she was a crazy freak.•••••••••Arianna found Duncan in his

Duncan woke up early, before the sun rose over the horizon. He glanced at his sleeping mate beside him, his gaze soft as he reached out to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.She stirred slightly in response but didn’t open her eyes. Her expression was tired, and the red marks he had left on her body the night before grazed her skin.“I’ll be right back, dearest,” he whispered, brushing the hair away from her face and placing another gentle kiss on her lips.He rose and left the chamber. Falcon saluted upon seeing him.“Make sure you stay with her every step of the way. Protect her while I’m gone.”“Understood, Your Grace.”Only a few knew about his departure. As usual, Lucas would handle the affairs in his absence. Duncan made sure he'd be reassured Arianna would be well protected while he was away.And as for the ritual, he would try his best to complete it and return as soon as possible.••••••••Arianna woke up to find the space beside her empty. Moaning, she sat up in bed, her b

It was an excuse. He had used that to make her stay a little longer. The reason—he had no idea.Lucas glanced up at Lylah, who started scrubbing the corner where she had begun. Her face contorted into a frustrated expression.A pang of guilt hit his chest. Had he gone too far? The little wolf looked as though she wanted to cry.Her lips parted, brows creased, and the loose part of her hair that was tied into a bun stuck to her neck and forehead due to sweat.He didn't understand why he was doing this. She was stubborn, talkative, and said whatever came to her mind. A rebellious little wolf who never listen to him.She even dared to ask for a kiss… that night her words strangely lingered in his head.She easily got under his skin—but in an amusing way.She was the strangest young wolf he had ever come across.Yet, he wanted her to stay for a little longer. Was it boredom? “I can't believe this is happening… how could he be so cruel?” she muttered softly under her breath, so low she mu

It was almost midnight before Beta Lucas finally finished his work for the day. The work of the day had left his bone aching.A knock sounded on his door, and in a composed tone, he gave permission for the person to come in.“My Lord,” greeted the young warrior who stepped in, his voice full of caution as he handed a scroll to Lucas. “The artist sent me to give you this sire.”Lucas collected it and slid it open, an impressed smile tugging at his lips.“Just what I and the king had in mind,” he mumbled, as he stared at the new weapon painting. “His majesty is going to like this when he returns.”It was going to take many months to perfect it, though.Without tearing his gaze from the art, he ordered the young male warrior, “Have the artist paid in full.”“Yes, my Lord.”As the door shut, Lucas decided to access the drawing for a while before finally dropping it. He ordered the maids to prepare a bath for him, and just as he waited, the little wolf slipped into his mind.Had the small

The sound of a page flipping echoed in the quiet room—the book was old but well-kept, as though it had been passed down through generations.Another minute passed before the hand turned the final page.A deep chuckle escaped the reader's lips as he slowly shut the book. The chuckle grew, turning into laughter, louder with each passing second.The deep sound resonated through the room, laced with venom."It's been a while since I truly enjoyed a book," came the deep voice, followed by the soft thud of the book closing."Who would have thought she’d be this interesting? And to think only the ancient Lycans know about this bloodline—it makes my blood boil in some sort of way. From my perspective, the King definitely knew she bears the blood of the enemies… Right, fairy?" he muttered, glancing at Brigid, who stood by the door, glaring at him. If looks could kill, he’d probably be unconscious.Toran’s question sounded more like a taunt, and it only made her glare harder. But the male behin