One Night with the Hybrid King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

My last night as a free and single man. The thought that by this time tomorrow, I will be married makes me feel nauseous. I walk the streets of my country, not quite sure what to do with my last day of freedom. I know that marriage will be the salvation for the kingdom, at least that's what I hope it will be.My thoughts are scattered as I enter the bar, knowing that the simple clothes I'm wearing will help me blend in with the common folk. After all, my marriage is being announced everywhere, even though I’m a reclusive king who always tries to avoid the spotlight. With my simple clothes and a camouflage spell, I have a peaceful night ahead of me.That is, until I spot her and catch her scent. My lycan side is euphoric at the scent of the human woman, something that has never happened before. Her smell is overpowering, overwhelming, yet exotic. I approach her as if she were the sun and I had to orbit in her direction.As soon as I sit beside her, the young woman shows no reaction, no

“Is there anything else I can offer Your Majesty?” my servant asks, his lips returning to kiss my thigh, sending a shiver through me.My body is still pulsing with the aftershocks of my orgasm, a tremor lingering in my limbs and an insistent throbbing in my swollen clitoris. I gaze down at the man lying between my legs. His eagerness to please borders on the pathetic.“Silence,” I respond coolly, pulling him up by the arm.I notice his member is already hard and ready to enter me. I lay him down on the bed and straddle him, guiding him inside with ease, a pleasure sparking through my entire body. He begins to pant and looks ready to moan, disrupting my focused enjoyment.“Silence,” I order, covering his mouth with my hand.My entire body pulses with lust and desire. I control the rhythm, moving quickly, back and forth. Sweat beads on my skin and his. His hands grip my waist tightly, helping me keep my balance.It didn’t take long to use my servant for my pleasure. I know Caelum is in

I knew her scent was familiar. Very familiar. My lycan side became so heightened that I thought I might transform right in the middle of the hall when the waitress appeared before us to serve us.Seraphina’s jealousy seemed irrational; I know that our marriage has seemed more like a business partnership than one of affection and love. But I would never betray Seraphina. Even though we don’t have children, something we both long for, the respect and admiration I have for my mate go beyond any differences we might have now.But here she was. The woman who gave me the last night of freedom. I would never forget the mark on her neck, so delicate and charming. As soon as she entered the hall, her scent rose above all the other aromas, and for a moment, I thought it was just nostalgia creeping up on me again. The longing for a simpler, happier time in my life, before a cold marriage and a kingdom on the brink of collapse due to the attacks from the Wolfspawn Renegades.As she approached u

The concerned look in Thorne’s eyes makes me remember the intrigued gaze of King Caelum. The similarity between the two isn’t limited to just the expression in their eyes; their hair is the same shade, a dark blonde. I myself tuck a long strand of my son’s hair behind his ear.“You only had a dream, my little angel. Go back to sleep, okay?” I reassure him, gently stroking his silky hair.“Okay, mommy. But I’m so sorry that daddy hurt your arm. In the dream, he was very angry. He scared me,” Thorne comments with a yawn. He snuggles back into bed, and I adjust the blanket around him.“It was just a dream, none of that will happen. I promise,” I answer softly. But deep inside, I feel a restlessness at his words.I’ve always tried to believe that the twins were Alexander’s, after all, what were the chances of me getting pregnant from the one time I slept with a stranger? Even if the chances were higher than one percent, the chances that my children are actually King Caelum’s illegitimate

There is nothing to hear but the echo of my own footsteps resounding through the desolate halls of the castle’s abandoned wing. Each sound reverberates against the stone walls, creating a ghostly, solitary symphony that only emphasizes the isolation of the place. The feeling of being watched follows me like a restless shadow, forcing me to look back repeatedly, assuring myself I’m not being followed. Every stone seems to be steeped in memory, holding fragments of the countless spells cast, every transgression I committed in the name of forbidden magic, all the promises made in the heat of darkness.As I near the dungeon, the weight of my responsibilities and choices grows tangible, almost overwhelming. The magical lock I placed at the dungeon entrance remains untouched, its chains glowing softly with the magic emanating from within. To anyone who isn’t an enchantress, this dungeon is merely an abandoned place, forgotten by time and need. But for me, it’s a sanctuary, a place where I c