Todos los capítulos de His human slave: Owned by the Lycan king: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

“Keeping you in place,” he replied coldly.“You monster!” I yelled, my voice breaking with tears. The men in the front seat exchanged nervous glances, their unease palpable. “Does that hurt?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from every word. His tone cut through me like a blade.“Maybe it should, to remind you who you are… and who you’re with,” he added sharply, each word laced with cruel authority.His words cut deeper than any physical blow. I was trapped in a world I didn’t understand, with a man who seemed to revel in my discomfort. “You... What is your problem anyway?” I demanded instead, my frustration spilling over.“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said flatly, his jaw tightening.“Then stop behaving like a psychopath,” I snapped before I could stop myself.The men in the front seat gasped, the air crackling with shock and fear.Before I could even blink, Ashton’s hand shot out, wrapping around my neck. He pressed me back against the seat, his grip unyielding.“Mind the way you t

The darkness felt heavy, almost alive, like it had weight, pressing against my skin and lungs. I opened my eyes, and for a moment, I couldn’t tell if they were open at all. The air was thick and cold, filled with the faint scent of wet earth and decay. Slowly, my vision adjusted. I was standing in a narrow alleyway, the walls on either side slick with moisture, shadowed and endless.But ahead… ahead was light.A faint shimmer, fragile and trembling like a candle trying to survive the wind. Instinct told me to move toward it, though a part of me hesitated. The darkness behind me whispered, urging me to stay, but curiosity or perhaps desperation, pushed me forward. My footsteps echoed softly as I walked, each one swallowed almost instantly by the silence that clung to the air.As I drew closer, the light grew brighter until it wrapped around me completely. And then, without warning, the alley vanished.I stumbled forward, blinking rapidly as I found myself standing in the middle of a

He simply nodded and looked away, dismissing my presence as though I were no more than a passing shadow.The hurt tore through me like a blade slipping beneath the ribs sharp, soundless, and unseen. I swallowed it, forcing my breath to stay even as I lowered myself onto the chair that's far from him .“His majesty, permits the dinner to begin,” the steward announced softly, and a ripple of motion spread through the table. Silver clinked against porcelain and voices murmured polite greetings.Lyra, stood behind me, still as a carved guardian. Her hands were folded neatly, her eyes tracing every subtle movement around us, though I could feel her worry pressing against my back like a phantom hand.“So,” came a voice, lilting, too sweet to be sincere.Linda.I looked up to see her smiling, her head tilted slightly as if she were indulging a child. The candlelight caught on her jeweled hairpins, scattering reflections that danced mockingly across the tablecloth.“I heard the doctor said y

I turned swiftly, my breath catching in my throat, ’cause there he was, standing a few feet away from me. Damion. His usual confident smile playing at the corner of his lips. The early morning sunlight poured through the tall windows behind him, wrapping his figure in a golden haze. I remembered who I’d seen him with and who he might truly truly be beneath that easy charm. Forcing my lips into a polite smile, I steadied my voice. “Hello, Damion. It’s been… a while.” “Come on, not that long,” he replied lightly, though there was a teasing lilt beneath his words. “Why are you standing there all by yourself?” I turned toward the open terrace, letting the wind cool the sudden warmth in my cheeks. “Just taking in the view,” I said, hoping my tone sounded casual. “Really?” His footsteps drew closer, slow, deliberate. “I was expecting to see your knight in shining armor hovering around.” I blinked. “Who?” “Ashton, of course,” he said, smirking. “Oh, him. Well…” I shrugged, trying

“About the meeting?” His voice rose, even. “What did you tell him?”“I didn’t tell him anything,” I said quickly. “He was pressing for information, trying to corner me. I refused. But then, when I tried to get away, I tripped. He caught me before I fell and that’s what you saw at that moment.”He stared at me, disbelief and relief warring in his eyes. “So why didn’t you clear it up there? Why didn’t you tell me immediately?”I folded my arms, trying not to flinch under the sharpness of his gaze. “I tried,” I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. “But you wouldn’t listen. Instead you got more angry.”Ashton’s jaw tightened. “Of course I should be angry. Shouldn’t I?” “He has ill intentions toward me and towards the throne.”“Is that the only reason?” I asked. Hoping naively, perhaps, that it could be something else, maybe jealousy. Could it be that he’s beginning to see me as his, just as he had declared so confidently earlier?But all that fragile hope shattered the moment he repli