Todos os capítulos de The Lycan King’s Playtoy: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Dane We moved towards the center of the ballroom where there was an empty spot. The jazz music had begun playing slowly and then the air around the room grew romantic. Maybe it wasn’t that. Maybe it was because I was with her. There was something about her I couldn't fathom. Something different. She was different from the other girls. Every single lady in the ballroom knew I would be there. They were dying to ask me out. They were begging for me to choose them. But their efforts irritated me. I was irked that they all saw me as a commodity. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with the prince? I was the hero of my pack, and yet I didn’t feel like it. I just felt like I did something wrong. It was wrong in every way except in the eyes of my people. They saw it as an opportunity to get back what they had lost. But she was different. She didn’t care about who I was. She was so nonchalant standing next to me. She talked to me like I was a commoner. And I actually like it. It was unbelievab

LusiaPresent day. I was lost in his words. The narration had been worse than I thought it would be. I couldn't believe that someone like King Dane would be stuck in a situation like that. Maybe he was just saying that to get sympathy from me. What if he was manipulating me to believe him? That was another angle. I couldn’t let him ruin me. Not again. But he had confessed to killing my parents. I didn’t know how to react to it. He had confessed indirectly, but he had said it was done. He had also seen me that night. He had been that terrifying silhouette that had fled the living room when I came in. That was ten years ago. I wondered how young he was then. He didn’t look like his age at all. His jet-black hair and his olive skin made him look so much younger. And his icy blue eyes weren’t as cold as they normally were. That was something I noticed all night long.“So. There you have it,” he said, running his fingers through his tousled hair. I was speechless throughout the night

Lusia Agatha? That name was familiar. She was the maid that led me to the first gate last night. How could she be dead? There was no doubt that she knew that she was leading me into a trap. I had seen the fear in her eyes right from the moment I opened my door. I did not doubt that she had been forced to do that. But back then, I thought it was just the usual fear of going against the king. I didn’t know that she was being threatened. And now, she was dead. I was scared. It could have been me too. I could have been torn to shreds after being molested. King Dane had saved me. It was sad that Agatha had to go through that fate. I didn’t see her after I was almost knocked out by the werewolves. It seemed one of them had gotten to her before she escaped. “Her body was found this morning,” the guard continued. “I mean, what remained of her body.”My stomach churned and I felt a wave of nausea hit me. The thought of Agatha’s body being torn to shreds was enough to make me feel that way

Dane The moment Kiara approached me, her voice smooth with practiced charm, I knew something was off. Her delicate fingers grazed my forearm as she leaned in, her scent laced with something faintly floral but overwhelmingly calculated. She was always calculated.“You seem tense, Dane,” she purred, tilting her head just enough for her hair to cascade over one shoulder.I wasn’t interested in her games. I never had been. My lip curled in disgust as I looked at her. “What do you want, Kiara?”Her eyes glittered, displaying innocence. I was irked by this. “I’m just passing by,” she replied. “I hear Finn Slater is here again. I wonder what you are going to do to stop him from coming here,” she replied, tapping her lips and staring at the ceiling like she was thinking hard. I clenched my jaw, suppressing the snarl threatening to escape. “Cut the act. I don’t know why you are here. But I do know that you were involved in something. You were involved in the attack last night. Weren’t you

Lusia I went to bed with a storm of emotions churning inside me, my mind replaying King Dane’s words over and over. The warmth he had shown, the way he had taken care of me, only to turn cold the moment I asked why—it left me confused, unsettled. I lay awake for what felt like hours, staring at the ceiling, before exhaustion finally pulled me under.I didn’t sleep for long.A tap. Then another. I groaned, rolling onto my side, hoping whoever it was would go away. But the tapping only became more insistent. It wasn’t a polite knock—it was rhythmic, precise, and unrelenting.“Wake up.”The deep, commanding voice jolted me upright. My sleepy eyes adjusted to the dim light. The room was still bathed in darkness, the moon barely beginning to retreat beyond the horizon. It was twilight. The only thing that made me aware of this was the distant sound of the birds chirping, and their wings flapping as they made their way into the purple sky. “Your Highness?” I called sleepily, rubbing my