His human slave: Owned by the Lycan king의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

I needed a plan—quickly. The necklace had to be retrieved or even destroyed, and I had to make sure the blame shifted far away from me before anyone pieced things together. Ashton was sharp, far sharper than people gave him credit for, and I knew he had to be suspicious by now. The real question was: why hadn’t he confronted me yet?The uncertainty gnawed at me. Maybe he was waiting, collecting evidence. Maybe he wanted to see what I would do next. Or maybe he already knew and was just preparing his reaction. The possibilities tangled in my mind like a knot I couldn’t undo. “Ah!” I dragged my hands through my hair. “This is too damn much.”I headed back toward the car, thoughts circling like hungry wolves. But before I reached it, a soft rustle like silk on stone and a voice dripping with amusement stopped me cold.“Well, well, well… look who we have here.”The tone alone made my stomach drop. I turned and, of course, it was Elara. She stood with that irritating air of superiority

LINDA'S POV Oh yes, I know it. Ashton is not a fool.The moment he looked at me with that subtle smirk of his, like he was waiting for me to slip, I knew he was trying to goad me into saying something. He didn’t mention anything out of the ordinary, not even the anklet. That alone was suspicious. Why avoid the one thing that should have raised every alarm?Could it be that he doesn't actually suspect me? Because anyone can have that anklet. Anyone can.But still… my stomach twisted. I couldn't let my guard down. Not with Ashton. That man sees far more than he ever admits. He might already know, hiding it behind those unreadable eyes of his. He enjoys watching people crumble under their own panic.So I have to be careful, no matter what.Right now, I need to find Damion. He was the one who urgently contacted me earlier, saying he needed to see me. If he was in such a hurry, something must have developed. Something big. And knowing him, it wouldn't be good news.But where the hell i

Granny left to see how things were going outside, promising to call when it was time. As soon as she left, my heart began a frantic drumming. Is this how I'm going to win Ashton over. I paced for some few minutes then stopped when a soft knock came on the door. “Your Highness! It’s time!”Time.The word struck something sharp inside me. My palms dampened instantly, my legs felt heavy, almost foreign, as if they weren’t mine anymore.But I'm not backing out now, with Lyra's help I gathered the skirt of my gown, inhaled once to keep myself from trembling apart, and stepped out of my room toward the staircase.The descent felt surreal, each step slow and heavy, each breath a little too shallow. The hallway glowed with warm candlelight, and the soft hum of ancient lycanic hymns vibrated through the air like a memory older than the world itself. As I walked, lanterns hanging from carved wooden beams flickered as though bowing to the passing of a queen.When we reached the final step, the

Gasps rippled through the courtyard sharp, disbelieving, echoing off stone pillars like a thousand tiny knives.Granny’s hand tightened around my arm, trembling. I didn’t dare look at her. The weight of the moment pressed down on us like a thick fog, suffocating and heavy. I could feel the eyes of the pack upon me, their expectations and doubts swirling in the air like restless spirits. I refused to answer Damion, knowing that he was trying to bait me into revealing my vulnerabilities. I wouldn’t fall for his tricks.Yet Damion, as always, was far from finished.“You say it is for the good of the pack,” he continued, his voice dripping with mock concern so thick it practically coated the air. “Yet you deny the very act that ensures our unity.” He took a slow step forward, savoring every eye fixed on him. “A king’s bite is a vow, isn’t it? Without it…” he paused deliberately, letting the silence choke the courtyard, “...what proof do we have that this union is real? That it even exis

My head reeled from the impact of the slap. A sharp sting blooming across my cheek, followed by a wave of dizziness that made the room blur. For a few seconds, all I could hear was the distant echo of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears. I sat there, stunned, on the cold stone floor of the dungeon, trying to gather my thoughts as my cheek pulsed with heat. “A trickster!” he had called me. The word echoed inside my mind like a foreign accusation. Trickster? Why would he say that? My thoughts scrambled, trying to latch onto some meaning, some explanation, but nothing made sense. Had I done something wrong? Has someone lied about me? Why did that single word feel like a death sentence? Slowly, I lifted my gaze as Ashton crouched in front of me, his face shadowed by the dim torchlight flickering against the rough walls. But the man looking back at me wasn’t the Ashton I recognized. He was not the one who once healed my wounds, not the one who had carried me when I was too weak t