All Chapters of Lycan Legacy: Between Love And Legacy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Taylor scrambled out of bed and hurried out of his room, heading straight for Andriel’s. His ankle had healed, so there was no need to stay cooped up any longer. More than that, he needed to know if Andriel was alright.He reached the door to Andriel’s room and froze at the sound of muffled groans coming from inside. Without a second thought, Taylor pushed the door open and burst in, not bothering to ask for permission. He stopped dead in the middle of the room, his eyes locked on the scene before him.Brian and Hugo were pinning Andriel to the bed, his body writhing as if gripped by pain. At the bedside, a doctor glanced up at Taylor before turning back to his patient, his expression grim.“What’s going on here?” Taylor demanded, stepping closer, his voice sharp with worry.No one answered him. The doctor shot him a quick look, then turned to Brian.“We need to talk,” the doctor said, his tone clipped as he threw a pointed glance Taylor’s way.“Whatever you need to say, you can say i

Perla stood there, her gaze boring into Andriel after Taylor slipped away. Irritation flickered across Andriel’s face as he broke the tense silence. “What did you need to talk to me about? Couldn’t it wait until I came downstairs?”“It looks like I interrupted something,” Perla said, her voice sharp with accusation. “How long do you plan to keep this up? Now you’re bringing him into your room?”Andriel’s jaw tightened, but his tone was firm, unyielding. “Since you brought it up, yes, you *did* interrupt. Mom, Taylor’s my partner. If he wants to spend the night in my room, that’s his call—and mine.”Perla bristled at Andriel’s defiance, her composure unraveling. “This house has turned into a circus,” she snapped. “You two skip breakfast, dodge my afternoon tea, and now you’re holed up with that… that *lesser kind* in your rooms. If you need him around to tame whatever beast is raging inside you, fine—keep him close. But does it have to be so… intimate?”Her words hung heavy, laced with

Stella stood by one of the massive windows, her gaze fixed on the horizon, worry about Brian etched into her expression. Perla swept into the room and, spotting Stella standing there, didn’t hesitate to speak.“What are you doing, just rooted to that window?” Perla’s tone was sharp, almost accusatory. “Shouldn’t you be making yourself useful?”Stella turned, meeting Perla’s gaze as the older woman stood with her arms crossed, radiating disapproval. Brian had warned Stella not to let his mother push her around, but facing Perla head-on still made her stomach twist.“I’m just worried about Brian and the others at the border,” Stella replied, her voice soft but steady.Perla’s lips curled into a dismissive smirk. “You seem to forget who my sons are. They don’t need your fretting to handle a few werewolves. Don’t forget—your kind is weaker, inferior.”Stella’s chest tightened, but she held her ground. “I know we’re not as strong,” she said quietly, “but Brian’s my mate. I can’t help but w

The rain drummed against the cabin’s windows, filling the silence as Andriel and Taylor locked eyes, the tension between them thick enough to choke on. Taylor decided it was time to speak plainly, just as Hugo had suggested, meeting Andriel on equal ground.“You really want to talk about motives and obligations?” Taylor said, his voice rising as he followed Andriel, who had started to pace. “The reason you’re so pissed about me getting hurt—twice now—is because you’re scared of losing your little charm here, right? Isn’t that all I am to you? The guy who keeps you from losing your mind? That’s why you’re so terrified I might end up dead?”Taylor’s words came out sharp, almost shouting, and as soon as they left his lips, Andriel whipped around. In a flash, he shoved Taylor against a piece of furniture, the impact jarring Taylor’s back against the wall. Outside, Hugo caught the sounds of their scuffle and, worried the other Lycan might overhear if they kept arguing, sent him off in anot

Taylor began to ease himself in, his eyes fixed on Andriel’s face, reading every flicker of expression. His desire to be inside Andriel was overwhelming, a fire raging in his chest, but he held himself back, moving slowly to keep from hurting his partner. Andriel felt a sting of pain, figuring it was just part of his first time, but the urge to keep going was stronger. The intimacy, the connection with Taylor—it was intoxicating, every moment laced with pleasure. He shivered as Taylor’s hand worked him, stroking in rhythm with his careful thrusts. The dual sensation, the stimulation from both places, sent waves of intense pleasure crashing through Andriel’s body. Taylor sensed Andriel starting to relax and pressed in a little deeper. He paused, giving Andriel time to adjust to the feeling of him, all while his hand kept up a gentle, teasing rhythm. After a moment, Taylor began to move, a low groan of pleasure slipping from his lips. Andriel was so tight, and being inside him dro