All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Playtoy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DaneI could have done it there. I could have attacked both of them, but that wouldn’t have helped me. I would have given myself away too easily. And worst of all, it would have been so heartless of me to attack the Luna while she was with her son. As I watched her hug her son, I felt a lump in my throat. There was also a churn in my stomach. The boy didn’t seem to like the way his mother hugged him and pulled away from her immediately. I clenched my jaws as I watched this. He should be grateful that his mother cared about him. It looked like he had made them worried. The door swung open wider behind them, and a tall figure appeared behind the mother whose face was appalled by the fact that her son had pulled away roughly from the hug. The man was the Alpha. I could tell. His chestnut brown hair and ocean-blue eyes made me know that he was the father to the boy and hence, the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack. Both my targets were right there, and I should have attacked them, but the boy

Dane“Welcome home, my prince!” The guards called as I arrived at the castle gates. I didn’t answer them. Instead, I kept my head down and rode into the castle. I got down from the horse and on the horizon, I could see the sun rising. The sky was purple, indicating the dying twilight. The castle was a bit busy. Maybe the news had reached them before I could say it. Of course, the guards I had been with had told them about the mission. They all knew what I had done. I was angry. I was mad that they had all turned me into the one thing I hated. They had turned me into a monster. There was only one person I could blame for this. My father. He had made me into this. He had forced me to get my hands dirty. He was a coward. He couldn’t kill the Silvermoon’s Alpha by himself and he had sent me to do this dirty work for him. He had broken me just so that he could make me king. That was the worst thing a father could do to his child. “Good morning, Prince Dane!” A guard called as I made m

DaneI stood in the middle of the dungeon holding my forehead. Kiara was trying to make this harder than it had to be. All she had to do was tell me what they had done to Lusia. She was still unconscious and I hated that. I feared her condition was worse than it looked. I hated having to be optimistic. I was thinking of my next move as I turned to the guard who was standing close to the entrance. “Bring me the ex-beta from his cell now,” I ordered. The guard nodded and headed towards the cell. The dungeon was quiet and the damp air stuck that waltzed in through the entrance kissed my skin. The torchlight barely cut through the shadows, but I could still see her, Kiara, cowering in that stinking cell I’d just left. Her wide, scared eyes had locked on me the second I’d stepped in like she thought I was some monster coming to rip her apart. Maybe I was. But then I’d asked her—demanded, really—what she and that bastard Koen had done to Lusia. Lusia, who was lying in the healer’s roo

DaneThe morning sun washed across the corridors at the east wing of the castle bathing it with its golden light as I walked through it. I was done with Kiara. My focus was going to be on Lusia. I had been up all night wandering around, drowning in my emotions. Even recollecting my past. A past I tried so hard to forget. It was all because of Lusia. She had made me feel this way. And I was yet to understand how that was possible. As I walked through the corridors, I wondered if she had woken up. She had been out throughout the night. Her body must be exhausted from the pain she had taken from Koen. Kiara had told me everything. She had told me why they attacked Lusia. It was all Finn. He wanted his sister back. But there was no way she was leaving this castle. I wasn’t holding her hostage anymore. It was her choice. She didn’t want to leave. Why? Because she was in love with me. Finn had realized this. And that was why he had come here in secret and tried to convince her to leave wi

DaneI sat behind the desk of my study room with a bottle of bourbon in my hand. I stared at the bourbon through the glass, the afternoon sun reflecting on the bottle and making the amber liquid glow. I wondered why I was at it again. Drinking. It was the only thing that calmed me down when I was angry it did. My knuckles ached in pain as I opened the bourbon bottle. My mind went back to the incident with Finn I could smell his blood on my palms. The putrid metallic smell filled my nose together with the strong smell of the bourbon. The latter was a soothing feeling compared to the former. It was the only thing I wanted to smell now. I took a long gulp of the liquor, the alcohol burning my throat as it washed down to my stomach. My stomach churned and burned as the alcohol hit. I took the bottle away from my lips and sighed. I ran my fingers through my hair, staring at the window and the afternoon sun which bathed my whole study room with its intense golden light. My mind went back