All Chapters of Traded to the Lycan King After Rejection: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Veya POV“Your Majesty, good evening.”I had barely taken a single step away from the bed when my door opened without a knock. The air shifted. The room seemed to contract under the weight of his presence.King Rael frowned. The fur cloak on his shoulders was stripped off and tossed carelessly onto the sofa like something without worth. His crown still sat upon his head, the ruby gleaming with a cold, unforgiving light.I didn’t even have time to draw a breath before his hand closed around my waist, yanking me into his arms. His lips pressed into my neck, claiming me with the familiarity of a habit that never asked permission.The memory of this afternoon slid under my skin like a thorn. That different smile. The way his shoulders had dipped for a small child.“Your Majesty, what are you doing here?” I whispered, pushing weakly against his chest.His arms tightened. His breath skimmed my skin.“I am the king. I don’t need a reason,” he said coldly.I closed my eyes for a moment. To re

Veya POV“Her Majesty commands your presence.”I nodded and followed in silence. My body still felt heavy—weighted by a night spent too full of touches that hadn’t yet released me.I had cleaned myself as thoroughly as I could. Still, traces of the King lingered, as though my body hadn’t entirely returned to being mine.The moment the main doors of the central building opened, the world seemed to change color.The air was fresher. Clean white walls softened with peach-toned details. Morning light reflected off perfectly arranged furnishings. The Queen’s wing felt deliberately crafted to erase the shadows of the King’s dark pavilion.My quiet awe shattered when the silence pressed against my chest.The gazes of noblewomen lingered too long as I passed. Teacups paused halfway to painted lips. Whispers slipped through fingers that barely tried to hide them. Their eyes swept over my body, then lowered, judging my steps.I knew exactly what they saw.A slave, walking with a balance not qui

Rael POVThat afternoon was heavy with the scent of chalk dust and old paper. I stood in the corner of the corridor, dressed as a commoner for disguise. Through the narrow gap of the classroom door, my gaze locked onto a single figure.She stood before the blackboard, posture straight. Her soft brown hair fell neatly down her back, a small flower clip restraining a few unruly strands.The pink, lace-trimmed uniform draped gently over her beautiful body. Her eyes moved between the board and her classmates with a piercing intensity.Veya looked different outside the palace. Especially when she explained tax calculation. Her firm voice and that quiet confidence made her all the more extraordinary.“If the tax rate is raised by two percent, the kingdom’s revenue will increase without suffocating small merchants. The key is distribution, not extortion,” she said.A noble tilted his head, a mocking smile curving his lips. “A sweet opinion. But naïve.”“Your argument ignores inflation variab

Veya POVThe doors to the great hall towered before me like the jaws of some ancient beast, ready to devour anyone who dared hesitate.I stood there, trembling. My palms were slick with sweat, my breath lodged painfully in my chest.Black stone carved with wolves rose high above me. Torches along the walls threw restless shadows that seemed to judge.The dark work uniform the king had given me weighed heavily on my shoulders, forcing my spine straight. The royal sigil on my chest gleamed coldly whenever the light struck it, like a reminder that none of this truly was mine.“Look forward.” The voice was low, absolute.Rael stood close at my side. His royal garments were layered and flawless, draping his body as if the world itself had learned how to obey him. The ruby crown on his head caught the torchlight, glowing like liquid blood. His Lycan aura pressed into my chest, making my knees nearly buckle and igniting a dangerous flame deep inside me.His hand closed around my wrist. Just

Veya POVNo one ever told me that working would be this exhausting—especially when I had to divide my time between school and warming the King’s bed.Speaking of the King, nothing about our relationship had changed. Every night, he slept in my chamber. Yet the frequency with which I served his desire wasn’t what it used to be, and that left me wondering. As far as I knew, he used my body to soothe his primal instincts.Here, I expected nothing from whatever we had. I was no one in his life. The King had Queen Nerissa and concubines far more respectable than I would ever be.“All right. Time to sleep!” I said out loud, lifting my hands into the air. Letting dark thoughts linger only ruined my rest and drained what little strength I had left.I shifted around on the bed, searching for a comfortable position, humming softly to coax sleep closer.I was nearly asleep when my door opened without a knock.“Why aren’t you asleep yet?”The voice was low, edged with fatigue, and it jolted me aw