All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Playtoy: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

LusiaThe masked words floated in the air they felt like drops of poison going in and deep into my chest and spreading slowly and surely like venom through my bloodstream. Kiara was having Dane's child. The thud seemed to echo--cold and leaden--in my heart, and I felt it--like a sharp finality of a door shutting hard. Everything in me scrambled madly to piece together what I had just heard. My already tilted world tilted even further. I blinked once, twice, rapidly, and desperately, as if it were a possible cure to blinding those words off me as if the very act of vision could ever be altered in its most persecuting form to erase the very embittering truth. I gasped; my lips somehow managed to part, jagged laughter bubbling thinly, slicing right through before I could make sense of it. "No way," I stuttered, feeling the very cold disbelief creeping down my arms and legs like frostbite. My eyes were kept on the sight before me: the naked woman squatting in the moonlit clearing, tre

DaneLike a maze the woods stretched with shadows and moonlight, with cold wind that bit and stung as I made my way through the trees, still feeling the thrum of my pulse at Thomas's oily excuse for a midnight run. I'd let him go, for now, but my thoughts had shifted the moment I felt the guard's mind-link: Lusia's near the woods, Alpha. Alone. I fled toward the woods, the stone walls of the castle blurring behind me, propelled by a nameless fear. She had been missing from the very room where I had left her so that I could seem to be sleeping peacefully; a thought that carved through me like an arrow was the fear of what could have happened to her.And here she stood. I motioned for my guards to fade back, leaving only the two of us behind in the clearing, where she'd been basking in the moonlight-naked against the soft rays, her skin coiled under a faint veil under the crescent moon; midnight hair was a tangle about her shoulders. She looked dazed and lost, the expression in her eyes

LusiaLye's heavy presence filled the air, as well as that lesser copper tinge—my blood wet still across my hands. I sat naked at the edge of the bed. A cold chill upon my skin, heart pounding, met the steady gaze of Dane's eyes. "Who told you about Kiara?" Those words cracked something deep within me, and tears that hadn't been supposed to flow were spilling at the sound of them, but then his solid warmth enveloped me and pulled me back from the brink. I kissed him desperately, crashing my lips into his, it was a tempest—hard, voracious, burning through the fog of fear and doubt. I was in control now hands gripping his shoulders, fingers sinking into the hard muscle beneath the shirt, my tongue penetrating his with a ferocity I never knew existed.While his hands on my waist held steady, it almost felt like he held me back, hesitating and flickering with a moment's restraint. The kisses became more frenzied and bruising; salt tears mingled with the heat of his skin as I squeezed

Through the thick scent of pine and damp earth, I slipped through the woods beyond the Ironclaw castle. My servant's smock bore heavy droplets of dew. The black mask clung tightly to my face and felt like a blister to the sweat glistening on my brow. I moved in silence like a shadow amongst shadows, my heart calmed despite the precariousness of the moment I had had: handing Lusia that vial, a seed of both doubt and desire sown in her fragile mind. I did not need to look back; the castle stood tall behind me, its towers jagged against the light of the moon, its lowly matter of pathos obscured by precarious shadows—ahead of me lay the crumbling hunter's shack nestled in vines, where no one would think to look. He was there already—Thomas, the newest snake in Dane's den, although he referred to himself as Dwayne Thomas, a name as sharp as his ambition. I spied him, he was hunched over in a silhouette through the broken window, broad shoulders blending away in the darkness of his cloak

Lusia It was a bit of an effort for me to settle on the bed, which creaked under my weight. The prickly wool blanket scratched against my thighs, and my fingers tightly curled around the vial. It was pure glass, with a slick, cool surface, and an unblemished liquid trapped within, shimmering softly to the light of the torch like a distant star. I stared at the vial with shallow breaths, unable to rid my mind of the masked woman's voice—use it secretly, on yourself and the Lycan King, to strengthen your womb, his seed. A flutter of ecstasy and dread tore through my stomach as my thumb traced along the curve of the vial. Just then, Dane threw me into confusion—his soft lips on my forehead, a promise to think of claiming me. Oh, I wanted it, wanted him, wanted to believe that I would hold his heir, to prove Kiara wrong. Still, gut feelings suggested something was wrong: splinters that seemed jammed deep.The woman had spoken with such conviction. Her masked face had concealed any clu