Semua Bab The Lycan King’s Playtoy: Bab 51 - Bab 60

KiaraIt was amusing to see Lusia in the room. The setting had been for just Dane and me, but seeing her walk through the door after him had been a great addition. I was pleased that she had come. The look on her face when she saw the flowers had been priceless. She looked jealous and confused. There was no way that she was going to beat me to Dane’s heart. What did she have over me that would entice Dane? Nothing. Her body wasn’t even up to par. She was skinny, and her little perky breasts poked the fabrics of the dress she wore. She wasn't curvy like I was. Her skin was pale and filled with bruises. There was no way that Dane would have stayed with her. But he did, and it irked me. I was surprised that he would choose someone like her over me. She didn’t have anything over me. She was just a mere werewolf. I couldn’t understand why Dane couldn’t see that. He was angry at me. He had always been. Ever since that night. The first night we had met had been a rollercoaster of emotions.

LusiaKiara’s twisted smile didn’t waver as she inched closer, her eyes alight with condescension and amusement. The flickering lights cast eerie shadows across her face, making her look even more deranged than usual.Seeing her in the room was one thing and her making advances towards me was another. Just a few moments ago, I had asked myself what I would do when King Dane wasn’t here to protect me. And I didn’t know. From the look in Kiara’s eyes, I was well aware of her intentions to hurt me. What was I going to do? King Dane had left the room a while ago and it didn’t look like he was going to return for a long time. It looked like I was stuck with her, and that was the worst thing that could happen to me. “So tell me, Luisa,” she cooed, tilting her head, “why are you still here? A mere wolf among Lycans. It’s almost laughable.”The words hit me like a slap, but I refused to let her see it. I had endured enough. King Dane’s threats, Kiara’s torment, and my sense of helplessness

LusiaThe air in the room was thick with tension, the scent of gunpowder still hanging in the air. My chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths, my fingers stiff and sweaty around the gun’s grip. My ears rang with the echo of the gunshot, but it wasn’t the sound that made my heart pound violently in my chest. It was the look in his eyes.Kiara stood frozen before me, her brown eyes wide with shock, her body trembling. Her lips were parted, but for once, no words came out. The laugh that had once spilled from her mouth so easily had died, leaving nothing but silence between us.I was still pointing the gun at her. We were at a standstill and I was waiting to see what her next move would be. The silence was deafening but it was comfortable to me. I wanted to say something—something sharp, something cruel, something to make her understand that I was no longer the weak little wolf she could toy with. But my actions had already demonstrated that to her. I wasn’t going to keep up with

LusiaThe gunshot rang out like a crack of thunder, ripping through the silence. The sound of the gunshot made the birds flap their wings as they escaped from their nests. I felt the shockwave more than heard it, my body flinching as my back hit the cold, damp earth beneath me. My breath came in erratic gasps, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. My fingers clenched around the gun, my knuckles turning white, but I didn’t pull the trigger.I waited for the pain to come. I waited for the sting of metal ripping through my flesh. But it never came. I was confused. I had heard the gunshot. I thought I would be hit. But I didn’t feel any pain. I couldn’t smell my blood either. The strong, putrid metallic smell didn’t fill the air around me. My eyes went to the figure which had pulled the trigger. I was surprised that he had fired at me. He had mentioned knowing about my parents’ death and who the murderer was. I wondered if that was the only reason he had brought me out here. I mean. W

LusiaMy hands clenched so tightly at my sides that my nails bit into my palms, the sharp sting grounding me as I glared at King Dane’s broad, retreating. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t acknowledge me. As if I wasn’t even here.It was over at least. After watching that man kill himself after refusing to answer Dane’s question, I knew something was off. One of them had claimed that they knew about my parent's death. He had claimed that he knew the murderer. And they weren’t just one like I thought it was. They were two. Did this mean that King Dane didn’t murder my parents or that he had an accomplice? I was confused. I couldn't ask him any longer, because he had fled with the lucky bunch that had escaped the wrath of King Dane’s terrifying Lycan. They had been all terrified at the sight of it. Who wouldn’t? His huge black fur and his huge fangs left me frozen whenever I stared at him. He was terrifying, that was for sure. I understood now why he barely shapeshifted. Now, he looked