All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Playtoy: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Kiara The forest enveloped me as I dashed through, the night air crisply alive, raking icy fingers against my Lycan coat. Pine needles crunched beneath my gigantic paws, the earth yielding to my weight as I wove through towering trees that scratched at the star-studded sky with their gnarled branches. My red eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to penetrate the darkness, escaping in valiant clouds of steam. The image of the wolf's amber gaze still taunted me, a tether pulling me deeper into the wilderness; yet now my thoughts churned with a different fire, one fueled with betrayal and fury. In a moonlit clearing, I skidded to a stop, laden with silver light on my dark fur and glinting off my bared fangs. My chest surged with breath, and a haunting, spine—chilling howl with unbearable loss exploded from my throat and shattered the silence of the forest. The sound reverberated through the trees in anguish and anger, conveying everything I had lost. For a moment, the air tremble

DaneRounding the door, I walked out of my room into an icy chill down the corridor that clung to my skin, with the familiar echo of a violently slammed door ringing persistently in my ears. The fire behind Luisa's warmth too, were all behind me; but in my chest lingered the hurt caused by the shadow of her unwitting blank stare. With each step across the shining stone floor, my boots went thud, thud—a slow but steady exercise of vanquishing that kiss from my memory, that flash of fire, that electrifying sensation that had almost sent me over. There was silence inside the court house; towering walls and carved wolf heads stood silently as I entered my study, an audience to many dark secrets kept within varnished wood. I slammed the door shut, muffling the heavy oak's rattling under the impact, and in my mind, I twisted the iron key in the lock with an audible click that sealed my fate. Inside, darkness held all but one little candelabra on the desk, flame tongues uttering their nerv

KiaraSuch an insidious place, a castle of shadows within the court of the Blood Moon Pack. Its walls, made of solid black stone, would absorb the torchlight. The carved wolf heads glared down as if judging silently. The air was filled with a smoky smell of cedar and had an almost metallic tang of tension. I stood in front of Alpha Kade, his throne behind him, made of bone and iron, stark-looking with crimson furs against the scarred lines of his body. His amber eyes were sharp but wary, met with mine, and at that moment, the weight of his power could be sensed—wealth and influence to rival any Alpha across the country, save for the Lycans. But then it was known that I was Lycan, making me more. My dark braid swung against my leather-clad back, my aura pulsing like a storm around me, while my eyes sparked a glint of dare while challenging him to refuse me. "You'll help me against the Ironclaw Pack," I said, emitting an intimidating, low-purring sound that penetrated the uneasy sile

DaneWeeks passed after Luisa fell onto the training field, her body perhaps heavier with my cruel words and the shifts she bore. The memory haunted me still, like a specter: the fall, the scream, the crumpling into dirt. Guilt weighed heavy on me, and it was heavy on me, gnawing at me as I sat in my study, the air thick with the scent of old leather and wax. I had been wrong; brutal, reckless; thinking that the harshness would stabilize her from the face of her wolf. The scratching claws of my wolf dug into my insides. Restless and hurting from the reality I couldn't escape. Luisa was my mate, the one soul bound to mine, and I was the monster that had shattered her world.It was quiet in the training field now, shadows from the late afternoon sun stretching across the stony dirt and the wooden fences weathered and scarred. The torches lit yet, the weapon racks—all swords, spears, axes-sat in a muted glow. Luisa stood before me, the smaller frame than I'd remembered, her dark curls

DaneThe great hall of the Ironclaw court had grace under disaster; black stone walls welcomed the light thrown by sconces, while carved stone heads of wolves, with widened mouths, leered from above, their wooden fangs bared in silence that were hungry. The air was like that of a furnace, heavy with an overripe stench of sweat, the primal musk of wolves, and the tang of later violence about to explode. Just before, my laughter had sounded in all its harsh, throaty machine-wrought hollow splintering what barely passed for tension at this nexus of grievous accusations hurled by Kade. It stopped, though, abruptly, like this, leaving a silence that might have blocked the space. My silver eyes were locked upon those of Kade, his amber ones, his peaking fury as palpable as fire, a heavily trembling wide frame barely contained by unbending wrath, wild black hair, rugged scarred hands turned into fists.I leaned forward from the throne of iron and bone, midnight hides below me absorbing the h