Semua Bab The Lycan's Contracted Vengeance: Bab 11 - Bab 16

Lucien pov It wasn't until I finally left her room and closed my bedroom door behind me that I let out a huge sigh of relief.I almost lost it there. The sight of her beneath me, the way she squirmed underneath me, the way she moaned softly when I gently caressed her stomach.I almost lost my mind because of how good she looked up close and that made me mad at myself.She shouldn't be appealing to me. I shouldn't be attracted to her yet my body just can't seem to obey me.I stared down at the bulge in between my legs and sighed softly.“Way to go, buddy, you almost disgraced me,” I gently spoke to it and groaned when the bulge refused to come down.Thank goodness she didn't notice it otherwise I would have been so embarrassed to speak to her.Why on earth did I even offer to help her?The maids were there, weren't they? Why did I choose to let myself get taken aback by her?I leaned on the bed rest and rang for a maid. At least if I can't be with her to ease her pain, one of them cou

Adriana As a child, I've always loved playing dress up. Dad would buy lots of beautiful dresses and have the maids dress me in all of them while I waltz around the house, showcasing how beautiful I looked in them and basking in the compliments I was being given.I imagined I would also end up dressing up for my mate and watch him gush all over my beauty.Little did I know that I would one day grow to dislike being dressed by different maids, picking different dresses and having to check which one fits me the most.But that is my reality now.Since I started staying with Lucien, I've dressed more often than I would actually willingly do.What's worse? He always has a say in whatever I've got to wear and if it doesn't satisfy him, he'll ask the maids to choose another one.As I lifted up the hem of my dress and walked down the stairs, I couldn't help but wonder if he'd ask me to change once again.It'll be such a hassle and I wasn't exactly in the condition to change outfits, neither w

Lucien POVI had learned a long time ago that power wasn’t loud.It didn’t shout or demand attention. It waited. It observed. It let people reveal themselves before deciding how to break them.Tonight was a perfect example.As Adriana walked beside me through the crowd, heads turned, some in disbelief, others in calculation. I felt it immediately, the shift in the room. The same men who once laughed at her father now measured every word they spoke, every look they cast her way.Good.That was the point.Her arm was stiff against mine, her posture proud but forced, like a blade held too tightly in a trembling hand. She thought she was enduring this for her father alone. She didn’t realize she was already learning the rules of survival.I already told her this before that no woman…no person at all, affiliated with we would ever have to walk with their head bowed down in embarrassment.And she was doing better than expected.When Vivianne approached us, I felt the tension in Adriana’s bo