Semua Bab The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving : Bab 41 - Bab 50

"Is it about the slave? The new slave the king now possesses?" he questioned as the woman choked beneath him, struggling to breathe.Oh, poor girl."I was worried about that before, but not anymore," Valkyrie replied, keeping her voice steady. "I've got everything sorted out. You just don't need to worry."Ever since the King's warning, she had confined herself to her room, refused to eat, and cried so much. Thanks to the makeup, her brother wouldn't be able to see the dark circle around her eyes."No need to worry? The king has never once taken a slave into his own possession, and you asked me not to worry?"Just as the woman beneath him thought she was going to pass out, Toran finally let go of her head, letting her breathe for just a moment, before shoving his rod back in, choking her hard."Fuck," he cursed, not just because of the pleasure, and Valkyrie knew that fact.Valkyrie quickly assured. "The king has finally decided to crown me as his own Luna at the upcoming Grand Festiv

Lylah stepped into the barracks, nervousness and excitement washing over her.With a small smile, she watched the warriors train hard under the sun. Their swords flashed against each other, meeting with sparks as the warriors' eyes burned with determination.There were barely any females among them—two, no, just three out of so many warriors!Females were mostly seen as breeders, wives meant to stay at home and care for their offspring. They were regarded as fragile, something to be protected.But Lylah didn’t dream of that life. She wanted to be on the battlefield, fighting to protect her people while her sister ruled.Just the thought of it bought a sense of tranquility to every fiber of her being.She glanced at the scroll in her hand—the one Lord Lucas had sent a maid to give her, instructing her to deliver it to the head warrior.Lylah approached the large, broody man standing with sharp eyes, watching the training warriors with a commanding presence. A dark scar ran from his for

THE KING'S CHAMBERKing Duncan shifted in his bed with a frown, sweating. His chest heaving with heavy breaths.Nightmares.They came clearer than they should have. Haunting him one again.Duncan’s tiny legs moved; he must reach them!His father and mother's screams pierced the air like a dread bell, causing him to increase his pace.However, his elder brother, in his Lycan form, swiftly sank his fangs into Duncan's attire, effortlessly lifting him from the ground and began to run, dodging the next flame from the dragon above them.The fire had hurt Prince Aedric, but he held Duncan tighter as he wove his way through the burning corridors, fast.His hideous claws dug into the ground with force and power, making him run swiftly.“No! Mother! Father! I must get them! We can't leave them like this!” Duncan yelled, twisting in his grip, tears streaming down his face.Prince Aedric mind-linked with him. *They are dead, Duncan.*Just that sentence was enough to freeze him in horror; his min

Voices. One, two... perhaps three or more.Seconds passed, and they slowly became clearer."I'm glad it's not going to rain anymore," one said."Better. I guess the material for the shelter will be of no use," another replied, a familiar voice that made Arianna's eyes slowly flutter open.Her blurry vision cleared, revealing green grass, soil, and trees. Her body ached, and her head reeled as she struggled to remember what had happened.She had been in her chamber when the maid brought her meal, but after eating, her body heated up. Her limbs gave out, and she crumpled to the floor before she could call for help.Now, she was here. It seems someone had drugged her.She tried to move, only to realize she was tied to a large tree.Oh, heavens. When would she ever get a moment's rest in this cursed place?"You're awake," the familiar voice pulled her from her thoughts. Her gaze lifted, meeting none other than Atlas, with four guards behind him.It was Rickon and his men. They had decided

Arianna's leg couldn't move, even though she tried to.She should run, follow the simple advice he had given her. She should flee as far as her legs could carry her.The man before her was terrifying, marred with the blood of the ones he had brutally killed.But...Where could she run to when his presence was pulling her only to him?Whatever beast that was suddenly raging inside her was absolutely crazy, unbelievably preposterous, as it kept screaming the word-Mine.There was a thick connection. A magnetic pull, stronger than her will. One that could simply not be silenced.A deep urge tore through her, clouding her senses wanting and seeing just him. Him! Mine.Before she could stop herself, her feet moved, and she dared, crashing her lips onto the terrifying male's own with her eyes snapping shut.He froze in place like a statue. The low, guttural growling faltered.Slowly, she pulled away to look at him; however, she was only inches apart when his hands, still smeared with blood,