All Chapters of The Lycan's Hunt: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

ANNATORIA“What?” Darius asked haggardly, his thrusts increasing and hitting my pleasure spot.“N-Nothing,” I replied, my mouth hanging open in shock as the memories kept pouring in, taking me back to the start of The Lycan Mission, making me feel the mix of emotions I suffered when I encountered the Lycan of the werewolves. I wasn’t losing my mind at all…All of those strange things, all of them are linked to that Lycan. The voices, the cold, the random flash of being kidnapped, the nightmares… Of course… How the heck could I have forgotten everything?“Ahh,” Darius groaned harder as he pumped his release into me. His passionate touch caressing my back, he softly said, “Annatoria?” “Huh?” My bewildered gaze flickered to him. “What?”“You’re acting a bit… strange.”“Darius…” My climax was gone; ripped away by the rush of memories in my head. I can’t remain here when the demand for answers keeps clawing at me. “Annatoria?” He searched my face, worry knitting his brows.I slid my hip

ANNATORIAWith a lengthy groan, I slid out of my deep slumber, my head banging with anguish because of that…My eyes narrowed, and my head whipped across the room. That was another nightmare, wasn’t it?Of course it was. God, I was so scared for nothing. That shit felt real though. I gripped my chest and assured my heart that it had no reason to be fearful. There was no way Darius would be that Lycan King. That was nonsensical theatrics; I’m sure the Lycan is responsible for it.Classic one, Lycan King; using the man I like to taunt my dreams. What do I do now, though? I wondered, my hazy eyes blinking harder to erase sleep from my soul. Now that it’s clear that my issues are supernatural-related, I need to figure out a way to break free. Perhaps this is the point where I go on a quest like a character in a fantasy novel. That would certainly be fun. But… Where is this place?I killed my thoughts and scanned the space again. Unlike the fine walls of my room, this place was dim,

ANNATORIAUpon waking up, my soul struggled so much that I spent many minutes sobbing into the furry blanket wrapping me. And within those silent cries, I gradually settled into the truth of my reality. Around me was slight warmth, but the occasional chills that jolted me just as my tears did made me aware that I was in the Lycan’s castle- the very Lycan that played me for weeks. Should I even blame that beast for these crazy turn of events?I blame myself for trusting Director Hayes. Under the guise of a high-rated mission, he pushed me into the arms of a snarly werewolf. He actively gaslit me each time I reported my issues with unusual memories. That bastard said he did it for W.O.O.T. and our country… I call bullshit. I bet it was fun for him. I wished to drill more answers out of that bastard Hayes, but the Lycan ruined the order of my thoughts. Within my fear and messy mind, shit turned worse when that Lycan’s touch ignited a desirous appetite in me and when he said we were ‘m