All Chapters of Tempted By my Evil Lycan Stepbrother: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Riley’s POVThe crowd parted instantly. Nobody wanted to stand near Ezra. His Alpha power was completely out of control, crushing the air out of everyone’s lungs.Ezra started walking straight toward us, his heavy boots crunching on the snow. He didn't look at the fire threatening to burn down the village nor the terrified people. His dark green eyes were locked dead on Axel’s hand, which was still wrapped around my waist.I was glad that both Axel and I were wearing mask or our identities would be exposed right now. Then I instantly wanted to step away from Axel but Axel held on tighter. He pulled me slightly behind his back. He stood tall, his muscles tense and ready to fight.Ezra stopped three feet away. He looked at me, covered in my heavy cloak and mask. A cruel, nasty sneer twisted his handsome face."I gotta give you this—you move fast," Ezra said. His voice was loud and clear over the crackling fire. It dripped with ice. "Remember how you begged for my cock in the snowy woods

Riley’s POVI ran down the icy path as fast as I could. The smell of burning wood and fresh blood hit my nose before I even reached the bottom of the hill.The beautiful Moon Festival was completely gone. It was a slaughterhouse.Flames swallowed the wooden food stalls. Black smoke choked the cold mountain air. Huge, dirty wolves were tearing through the crowd, snapping their jaws and attacking innocent pilgrims. Swords clashed. People were screaming, slipping on the bloody snow as they tried to run.Suddenly, a large hand grabbed my arm and yanked me hard behind a stone wall."Here you are," Axel panted. He had a nasty cut on his cheek, and his dark eyes were wild with urgency. "We have to leave right now!""Axel! What is happening?" I yelled over the screams. "They are rogues! You are the Rogue King! Why are they attacking the village?""They don't answer to me!" Axel growled, his grip on my arm tightening. "These are feral scavengers from the deep borderlands. They don't follow rul

Riley’s POVEzra threw me into the carriage.I hit the heavy velvet seats hard, scrambling backward until my back slammed against the wooden wall.The heavy carriage door slammed shut behind him. The lock clicked. A second later, the driver cracked the whip. The carriage jolted forward, the wheels rolling fast over the snowy road, taking me away from the village.We were completely alone.The space inside the carriage was large, but with Ezra inside, it felt suffocating. He didn't sit down. He just stood over me in the dim light of the carriage lanterns, with a hand braced on the wall behind me. He was still covered in blood. His chest heaved. His green eyes were locked onto me like a predator cornering its prey.I pulled my knees up to my chest. My hands shook. I tried to press myself deeper into the cushions to get away from him.Ezra moved closer, his face almost touching mine. He leaned down and grabbed my wrists, yanking my arms away from my chest. He pressed his face close to my

Riley’s POVThe heavy carriage finally stopped.The door was ripped open. Ezra grabbed my arm and dragged me out into the freezing courtyard.We were in the capital. The massive stone walls of the Full Moon Pack palace towered over me, casting long, dark shadows across the snowy grounds.I stumbled over the cobblestones, my boots slipping on the ice. I fully expected him to drag me toward the back of the castle. I thought he was going to throw me straight into the royal dungeon. Down into the dark, damp, rat-infested cells where I was locked up three years ago.But he didn't.Ezra dragged me up the grand marble staircase. We walked right through the towering front doors.Dozens of maids and royal servants stopped in their tracks. They gasped, dropping their trays and laundry baskets. Their eyes went wide with absolute shock as they watched their ruthless King dragging a dirty, bruised woman in rogue clothes through the pristine hallways.I kept my head down, my face burning with pure

Riley’s POVI woke up to an empty bed.The silk sheets were tangled and cold. My entire body ached, covered in dark bruises and fresh bite marks. The heavy smell of Ezra’s pine scent and rough sex lingered in the air, but he was gone. He didn't stay to hold me.Before I could even sit up, the heavy oak doors banged open.Two royal guards marched in. I quickly scrambled up and covered my body with sheet but they didn’t look at me."Put it on," one guard ordered coldly and threw me a clothes. "The King is waiting."My hands shook as I pulled the thin, ugly fabric over my bruised skin. It was the uniform of the lowest scullery maid.They dragged me down the grand staircase and threw me onto the marble floor of the main hall.The hall was packed. Dozens of maids, cooks, and palace servants stood in a wide circle.They all turned to stared at me when I stepped in.Ezra sat on a wooden chair at the top of the stairs. He wore a crisp black military uniform. His face was carved from solid ice