All Chapters of BOUGHT BY THE LYCAN TWINS : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111Lucien’s rage was a storm threatening to break loose. His hands curled into fists, his jaw locked so tight it almost hurt, and his eyes burned with the need to destroy something. To destroy him. Ethan. The bastard who dared to lay hands on what was his.But before his fury could explode, before his body could betray the sharp control he was holding on to, a pair of eyes caught his.Rowen.His twin brother stood across the room, his gaze sharp as steel. A silent signal passed between them, as clear as spoken words. Calm the fuck down.It wasn’t easy. The fire inside Lucien clawed at his chest, begging for release. His entire body trembled with the need to hunt Ethan down right this second, to rip him apart limb by limb, to make sure the man never breathed again. But Rowen’s look was commanding, steady, reminding him of the bigger picture. Alycia. She needed protection first.Lucien dragged in a breath so deep it scorched his lungs. Slowly, he forced the rage down, caging it

Chapter 113 Alycia’s fingers trembled as she tied the sash of her robe. She tried to steady her breathing, tried to focus on the simple motions—pull, tighten, smooth. If she kept her mind busy, maybe she could push away the storm of emotions clawing at her chest. But every movement felt heavy, deliberate. Her body was still shaky, her nerves raw. The echo of Ethan’s hands, his voice, his scent—they clung to her like poison she couldn’t wash off no matter how hard she tried. The robe brushed against her bare skin, cool silk sliding across her, but there was no comfort in it. It only reminded her how exposed she had been moments ago, how fragile. She gritted her teeth and kept her eyes on the floor. Then she felt it. A hand. Large, warm, firm. Resting gently against the small of her back. Alycia almost flinched. Her body jolted, caught off guard, but the hand didn’t retreat. Instead, it pressed closer, steady and grounding. Lucien. He stood behind her, his chest brushing lightl

Chapter 115Rose kept her head bowed, her dark hair falling forward like a curtain that hid her face from the stares of the crowd. But even though her face was hidden, anyone watching closely could sense the storm raging inside her. Her shoulders trembled, not with weakness but with the sharp edge of anger that she tried to suppress. Her fists were clenched tight at her sides, nails biting into her palms as if the pain could keep her fury in check.Danika was the first to move. The grand aunt’s voice cut through the thick silence that had settled over the hall. “Release her this instant!” she ordered, her tone carrying the weight of her authority. She didn’t wait for hesitation—she marched right onto the stage with the determination of someone who would not be denied. The guards, startled and unsure if they should obey, faltered only for a moment before obeying her command. The heavy chains that bound Rose clinked loudly as they were unlocked, the sound echoing across the tense gather

Chapter 117Alycia’s heart was a battlefield. Her anger, her pain, her confusion—they all warred inside her chest. But beneath all of it, burning brighter than the flames of her fury, was the love she could no longer deny. She hated him for how he had hurt her, yet she loved him so much that the weight of it made her body tremble. Every time his golden eyes softened for her, every time his hands reached for her like she was the only thing that mattered, her soul screamed with longing.Lucien’s touch was gentle tonight. Different. His fingertips grazed her skin like a whisper, as though he feared she would vanish if he pressed too hard. He wanted her to feel him—not just his body, but his remorse, his apology, his desperate plea for forgiveness that he could not put into words.When he slowly began peeling her clothes away, Alycia’s breath caught. Not because of fear this time, but because of the reverence in his movements. Every button undone, every layer removed, felt like he was pee

Chapter 119The first rays of dawn crept slowly through the wide windows of the chamber, painting the room in a soft gold light. The fire in the hearth had burned low during the night, leaving only glowing embers. The scent of musk and warmth lingered in the air, heavy with the memory of the night before.Alycia stirred faintly against the broad chest she lay upon. Her limbs felt heavy, deliciously sore, every inch of her body humming with the echoes of what they had done. She blinked slowly, lashes brushing against skin that was not her own, and realized she was pressed between them—Lucien behind her, his arm firm around her waist, and Rowen in front, his hand tucked protectively over her hip.The twins slept differently. Lucien’s hold was tight, possessive even in sleep, as though his body refused to let go of her. Rowen’s touch was gentler, but no less claiming, as his forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling.For a moment, Alycia simply lay still, overwhelmed by the st