Semua Bab The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving : Bab 11 - Bab 20

"Why bother saving her when she’s going to die at the grand court anyway?" Brigid asked, watching Selene stitch. It was the head maid's favorite activity during her leisure time, the lit fireplace keeping them warm and casting a soft glow across the room."And what makes you think so?" Selene asked, her tone neutral as she weaved her sewing needle through the fabric."She committed treason, and traitors have never been spared by the King. Not in centuries," Brigid muttered, idly twirling a strand of her blonde hair between her fingers.Selene stayed silent for a moment before responding. "Shouldn't you be tending to the horses rather than concerning yourself with matters far above your station? The sentencing at the court will end soon, and you’ll be in trouble if you don’t complete your work on time.""The last slave trial took a few hours," Brigid scowled, her perpetually sleepy eyes flashing with curiosity. "You’re sending me away again, aren’t you? Is that your only strategy for

My Possession. Mine.Those words rang over and over in Arianna's head as she sat in her small new chamber. No longer trapped within cold, stone walls, she was now confined in the Sacred Moon wing—her room not far from the King’s own.She could still feel the King’s touch—the way his thick fingers traced her scalp, neck, collarbone, and back. The fire it sparked within her as she knelt at his feet before the eyes of the Grand Court.Like a pretty little thing. His pretty little thing.By his feet, she felt as though that was where she belonged. The shock of the nobles and high lords wasn’t her concern, but she caught sight of Valkyrie's.The king's bestrothed eyes looked as though they were about to pop out of her skull. Her face had paled like that of the dead, dread, horror, regret, and anger filling her once-prideful features all at once. She remained that way until the trial ended.At least seven slaves were executed in the court that day. Others were assigned to a noble, warrior,

A low growl tore out of Duncan's throat as his tongue dove further, greedily. His teeth gently grazed her soft flesh, causing her to scream; her body shook as pleasure rippled through her.Her back arched perfectly for his tongue to penetrate deeper.“Oh Gawd!… Your Grace!” she cried out, more fluidly, and Duncan drank it all in. He thrust his tongue in and out, his Lycan, Ash still raging inside him, too greedily.His hand shot out to reach her chest, grabbing her left breast, perfectly fitting in his hold. As if her body was made for him. Him alone.Devour her!Yet, subtle anger lingered within him. How could a mere slave trigger him this way? Effortlessly. A slave without a wolf, denying claim of being a traitor at the Grand Court.She had broken the rules several times. The first was when she met his gaze. A slave who looked their master straight in the eyes faced punishment, but he was occupied by that strange pull.Duncan despised hearing the cries of defiance during the slave t

In his arms, she looked small and fragile against his imposing frame. Duncan’s brow furrowed at the words he had muttered.What was she? Could she be...No, he would know. He knew the symptoms, the pull, the intoxication. His heart wasn’t drawn to her; it was his Lycan. Lusting, wanting to devour her whole. Instead of purring and protecting her, it was raging to take her.There should be an answer. He always had an answer, but...Duncan’s eyes squinted as her head tilted slightly to the side. At first, he thought he was mistaken, that perhaps it was due to the dim light and shadows. But as he stared closer, it became clear.A mark.By the moon, could he be mistaken?Duncan’s mind froze as shock hit him like a tidal wave. The tattoo that ran across her neck let out a silvery glow for a fleeting moment. A crescent-shaped moon, like an endless circle. The symbol reminded him of his past.Centuries of memories surged through him like a storm, unbidden and merciless. Flames engulfing his h

Arianna blinked repeatedly, desperately hoping the King wasn’t standing before her right now.Those deep, golden amber eyes pierced through her like a blade, pinning her in place.Her mouth hung open, but no words came out. It was as though she had forgotten how to use her mouth, even as the King stepped closer, closing the distance between them. His scent enveloped her entire being.She stood frozen, completely mesmerized and trapped by his gaze.Speak, Arianna! Say something!“Hi.”No! Oh, shit, Arianna, are you insane?!It's the king!“I mean... Good morning, Your Grace,” she quickly corrected, praying the King wouldn’t order the soldiers to hang her head on a spike. How dare she greet her master, the King, so casually?“I’m deeply sorry, Your Grace. I didn’t mean to say that, I just…” She paused, her breath hitched when the King moved closer, causing her to instinctively step back, her eyes still locked with his.“You just what?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling through his ches