All Chapters of The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

TORAN "Screwed doesn't define what we are now. We are beyond doomed. Why in the motherfucking world did Ser Morgan use a witch to deceive the King of an entire people? And how did the King even find out?"Toran sat across from Pericles, who was pacing the room and rambling."Why in the world did he really get drunk at such an important ceremony, leading him to say those things to the King?!" Pericles continued, his fingers raking his hair. "Why is everything just ruined in the blink of an eye?!""A trial for the Elites?" Pericles barked out a laugh. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."The restlessness was clear on Pericles' face, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.However, Toran's head rang only with the King's voice, and the scene at the hall replayed in his mind like a broken record.His chest heaves, face paled.His sister who was supposed to be the crowned Luna had helplessly knelt on the floor before all the Elites, dethroned and banished.His father, a man who rarely ma

“Trust me, the word ‘Ruthless’ attached to his name is not for show.”Arianna pressed her lips together as she paced in her room. The scene—the blood, screams, cries of pain, and sheer gruesomeness—all at once flooded her mind.Yes, she had known Duncan to be ruthless, but witnessing it tonight felt… strange.She didn’t know if she should be terrified or intrigued. Her emotions were jumbled.Now her mind drifted to Selene, the head maid who had disguised herself in the palace for twenty-one years under the King’s nose, hiding so many secrets.They were both Ouroboros. Enemies of the Lycans centuries ago. However, Arianna's case was different—she was his mate. But Selene?Her situation was entirely different. Could she be getting tortured?Oh, she needed to see her.Then there was Nadia. According to Brigid, Nadia was now in the dark clutches of Toran—out of her reach to save.But Arianna wasn’t going to give up, even though she had only known Nadia for a short while.After she was don

The last words weren’t just in her thoughts. Beneath the blindfold, Arianna’s eyes flashed silver, power surging through her veins, and—Snap!Her hands broke free.She ripped off the blindfold, and the first thing she did was reach for him, crashing her lips against his in a desperate, bruising kiss.Duncan didn’t mind. He kissed her back just as fiercely, their lips clashing in a wild, maddening hunger. Tongues fighting for dominance.Arianna groaned, moving against him, and only then did Duncan unleash his inner beast.He gripped her hip tighter, pulling out almost completely and the shoving it in deep into her.She literally shrieked under his hold, her head thrown backwards. He plunged into her hard and deep, her cries rising with every powerful thrust."It took you long enough to break those chains," he growled in her ear.He drove into her harder."Yeeesss!!" Her voice was raw, unladylike, her head spinning from the overwhelming pleasure.He gripped her hair, yanked her back, a

Arianna swallowed, but then realized she doesn't need to mention that part.Soon, they were both seated, and Arianna explained everything that had happened so far. How he didn't reject her and the events at the banquet ceremony.Selene didn’t look surprised, as though she already knew what would happen.“I’m just worried about Lylah, though. I feel like I’m not spending enough time with her.”“I’m sure she’s fine,” Selene assured her.Arianna nodded. “I just feel terrible. I can hardly see her. Sometimes I wish she could stay in the Sacred Moon Wing with me, so I could watch over her—especially now that I have so many enemies. Though that sounds impossible.”“I think she’s safer in the barracks. She’s surrounded by warriors, remember?”“Yeah, that’s true,” Arianna finally agreed.“You should worry more about yourself, Ari. You still have your ex-mate to deal with.”“I know, Selene,” Arianna muttered. Sighing, she looked at her. “Is there something I need to know? About the king?”Sele

THE TRIAL ROYAL COMBATThe arena was massive, its space large enough to fit a hundred of men. The audience seats stretched high, row upon row, filled with spectators. Excited cheers filled the air.At the highest vantage point, seated upon the blackstone throne, was King Duncan, his piercing gaze scanning the fighters below.Lords and Alphas occupied the royal stands, murmuring among themselves as they placed bets, discussed strategies, and assessed potential threats.This was no ordinary battle. This was the Royal Combat Trial—a test of strength, resilience, and dominance, where warriors fought for honor, rank, and, in some cases, survival.The sound of drums thundered, signaling the beginning of the first combat.One was a strong, wolf-blooded warrior; the other, a young Alpha. Both locked eyes, determination burning in their gazes. There was only one rule—no weapons. It was a fight of pure strength.A sharp whistle cut through the air, and the fight began.The young Alpha was the f