All Chapters of The Lycan Princess' Revenge : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lucianne~Raphael’s body was a furnace beneath my touch, his every muscle taut with anticipation as I gripped him. His breath hitched sharply, and I reveled in the way he reacted to me—every subtle movement making him quake. His eye, half-lidded and dark with desire, was locked onto mine, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just us—our bodies, our breaths, the rising heat between us.I stroked his cock slowly, deliberately, feeling the soft, velvety heat of his shaft beneath my fingertips. The low, guttural groan that escaped him was a sound born of pure need, a desperate, almost feral plea for release. I watched as he clenched his jaw, his chest heaving, trying to hold on, to keep control. But I wouldn’t let him. Not this time. “Lucianne…” His voice was a rasp, thick with hunger, his hand trembling as he reached for me. The restraint he usually held so tightly was fraying, the battle evident in the way his body shook beneath my touch. If I let him, I would be

Lucianne~"Luna, let us introduce ourselves," said a tall, tan official in a black leather uniform as he bowed in respect. His voice was deep, commanding the attention of the room.I nodded in acknowledgment, feeling the weight of every eye on me."We are the pack Gammas. I am Augustus Greige, the commander, and these are my associates."A pale, petite woman who would be slightly shorter than I rose gracefully and gave a respectful bow. Her silver hair was tied back tightly, and her sharp green eyes held the kind of quiet authority one would expect from a seasoned warrior."I am Julie Lockwood, second in command of the Gamma sector.""Lovely to make your acquaintance, Julie," I said with a small smile before turning to the third figure beside Augustus.He stepped forward, his posture rigid, though he bowed low in respect. His eyes, a steely gray, observed everything, giving the impression that nothing escaped his attention. "Luna, I am Donovan Hayes, strategist of the Gamma sector. I

Alisa~Corik’s grip immediately loosened, and his sneer twisted into something more akin to fear. His eyes darted to the man who was twice his size, in dark leather that seemed to absorb light and trap it. Amber eyes gleamed with sinister intent that was fixed intently at Corik. For a moment, the color drained from his face. The bravado he had displayed seconds earlier dissolved as quickly as it had come, replaced by the stark realization of who he was dealing with."Good morning, Beta." Corik stammered, taking a step back and swooping into a low bow. His earlier arrogance vanished, and his voice wavered with the unmistakable tremor of fear. He glanced nervously at the Beta, his hands visibly trembling now, he turned his gaze to me, accusation burning in them. "I—I’ll make sure you never leave this dungeon if you don't mind your tongue. You hear me." He turned back to face the menacing beta, "The bitch was being a smart mouth. I had to scare her a little." The Beta stepped forward in

Alisa~The Overlord stood, his imposing figure casting an elongated shadow across the room as he paced with a measured, deliberate stride. His scar, still pink yet stark from whatever violence had created it, seemed to pulsate with every step, drawing attention to the cold fury that simmered beneath his rigid facade. His sharp, golden eyes surveyed the men seated before him, his lips curling into a sneer as he spoke."We are on the brink of war," he growled, his voice like gravel scraping over steel. "The Triad bastards grow weaker by the day. As you know, Raphael's mate has lost both her wolf and her mind," he flashed a self-satisfied smirk. "All thanks to my ally, Jameson Hannes."My stomach turned at his words. I did not need to hear from my brother's castle to know what had been going on. Not when The Dominion Plot always liked to boast of their victories and announce information. Through them, I had found out about everything that has occurred since I initially informed Raphael o

Alisa~My heart skipped a beat at the pronouncement of the Overlord. Raphael's eye could be used against him. And after months of watching the Overlord, I could say that I knew him well, almost intimately. He was a man who was not only devilishly intelligent but also dabbled in the dark arts. The same dark arts of the ancient Lunaris Pack. So my fear was warranted. His talks about the blood of beasts and the hearts of virgins were not simply empty words. I had been a witness to many of his atrocities.The women and men who were killed in the castle for trivial reasons were not released to their families after their deaths. Their deaths had been labeled as their punishment for 'treason' against the almighty Overlord. They were not given the opportunity of a respectful burial; they simply did not deserve it. But it was a facade for what was actually going on. Their remains were being used. The Overlord bathed in the blood of his subjects, literally. For power. The tongue of the maid had