Semua Bab The Lycan Princess' Revenge : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Lucianne~The torture continued for what felt like an eternity. Each infliction and wound healed, but the pain had a perverse effect on my mind. I began to see things. Flashes from my childhood made their way to the forefront of my memories. Trips with my uncle when I had believed he was my father, his bedtime stories, the first time that I met Jameson at fourteen.I was slowly losing my mind. The pain was relentlessly gnawing at my sanity. Every wound that healed was a temporary respite before the next wave of agony crashed over me. My mind was fraying, the distinction between reality and nightmare blurring."How long can you hold on, Lucianne? How much more before you break?" Reiner's voice echoed in the chamber, taunting and cruel.I closed my eyes, the memories of my life flashing behind them. It was as though my body knew that it would give up soon. It wanted me to have glimpses of my life before it all became so tragic and convoluted.Reiner's face swam into view, his features t

Jameson~I looked at her, pitiful and almost dead. She had always been that irritating little daddy's girl. Her mouth was slightly ajar as though her body was still trying to breathe, trying to keep her alive. She had to die and die now.It was so obnoxious of her to not die when I slit her wrists. She was always annoyingly resilient. It was that trait of hers that I hated the most. She never gave up, and now as she lay there motionless, her chest barely rising, it was time that she drew her last resilient breath."We have to go, Master," Reiner said, covering his face with his mask. The other men were already getting set to escape.It was frustrating. "Why did that bastard have to ruin my plans," I scowled. I had wanted to draw this out for so long that she would lose her mind. That even if she did survive, she would be nothing but a hollow shell of herself. That was what she deserved, what Raphael deserved. A Hannes would take another valuable person from them. A Luna-to-be. It was

Raphael ~Lucianne felt heavy. Too heavy. Like dead weight, but she wasn't dead—at least, not yet. I could still feel her life force, but something was missing. Nova was not there with her. Her wolf was gone. Severing the bond with a wolf was detrimental. A person would never be whole again; while it was possible to live without one's wolf, it was akin to losing a vital part of oneself. The connection that once pulsed with shared thoughts and emotions was now an empty void, a silence that echoed painfully in the space where Nova's presence should have been. The absence of her wolf left Lucianne incomplete, as if the world had shifted off its axis, leaving everything cold and unsteady.As I carried her, the realization that she might never be the same gnawed at me. I felt an overwhelming mix of guilt and helplessness. This was my fault. I had been so focused on my revenge, so blinded by my anger, that I had put her in this position. The thought of losing her completely, of not being ab

Lucianne~Even opening my eyes was painful, but I followed the sound of soft snoring inch by inch until my eyelids fluttered open. I tried to move my body, but with each flex of my muscles, pain coursed through me. I groaned. At this rate, there was no way I was going to be able to sit up.I didn't even know who was snoring, but the sound was foreign. I flexed my fingers experimentally to see how much my body could take. I went too far, and a loud moan tore through the silence of the room. It made the person who was sleeping stir and rouse from sleep. The person raised his head.---Raphael~I heard her, and my heart stopped. I raised my head from the bed where I had been sleeping so fast that I was afraid I would have hit her. Our eyes met, anticipation charging the air.I had been pondering how she would look at me once she woke up. Would it be hatred? Or fear? Now, we were face to face, and her expression was blank. She was still in shock; that much I knew. But she was awake, and t

Raphael~"You are pale," Logan said as he watched me, his expression laced with worry. "Are you sure you can do it?""I can," I replied without hesitation. "I am just bringing her some food." But my tone was tight, even to my own ears."Won't she be suspicious that the Alpha of the Crimsonclaw pack is bringing her food?" Lance countered, not to be discouraging but because he was worried. We were all worried."I have a story for that already; you don't need to worry." I turned to the brothers with the platter in my hands. This was not the first time I was bringing her food. A sense of déjà vu washed over me, as I remembered how I had served her food the first time and even fed her myself. But now I was nervous, my palms clammy and my spine tingling with anticipation.I faced Logan first. "I know her situation is dire, but it could have been worse. We have her now, and we will protect her. But for now, I just don't want to leave her side for too long." My voice held a vulnerability that