All Chapters of The Lycan King Just Won’t Let Go: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss just enough to whisper against my lips, "This time around, you’re the one that made the first move. You can’t blame me for what happens next." He slowly took off the garment I was wearing, and his eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of me, his gaze lingering on my full breasts. He leaned down to take one nipple in his mouth, sucking it so gently while his hand moved to my other breast, squeezing it hard. “You feel so damn good,”“Mmh… I....” I moaned out loudly, my hands going to his hair as he bit on my nipple. Pleasure shot straight to my tummy and I arched my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth. He continued to suck my breasts, his tongue twirling around each nipple until they were so damn hard and very sensitive. I was moaning so loudly, my body shaking beneath him. He then moved lower, pressing open kisses down my stomach until he reached my hips. ”Be a good girl, and spread your legs for me.”My face turned

When I got to my room, the door barely clicked shut before I hurled the vase at the floor.It shattered instantly.Sharp, satisfying, exploding into a million useless glittering pieces — just like my patience.“Ugh!” I screamed, pacing, my hands shaking with fury. “How dare my brother talk to me that way.”Overstepping?I’m overstepping?He has never said that to me in his entire life. Never once. Not until that bitch arrived.Not until she stepped into this palace with her dull little face and her pathetic dormant wolf.My brother used to listen to me — always.He used to trust me. He used to need my advice.Now suddenly I’m overstepping? Because of her?I kicked the broken ceramic aside, breathing hard, my pulse loud in my ears.Everything had been perfect before Valeria came here.Everything was in place.And now I have to watch him throw everything away… for some lowborn girl with no wolf?No.I clenched my fists, staring at the broken vase like it was her face.My personal maid r

The next morning came with a dull, delicious ache in every part of my body. I woke up feeling so sore from what happened last night, muscles complaining the moment I tried to stretch. The bed beside me was empty — no sign of Jesse anywhere — so I rolled over, exhaled slowly, and forced myself to stand.I decided to take a walk through the palace halls, limbs still heavy, head still cloudy. As I walked, I kept thinking, chewing on every messy thought that wouldn’t leave me alone.I don’t want to be weak.I don’t want to just sit around and play Luna.I found myself imagining it: combat training, learning how to heal injuries, pushing my body and mind until I could protect myself, until no one could call me dormant or useless ever again. I decided to talk to him about it. I kept thinking absentmindedly, lost in my head, not even watching where I was going… until suddenly I collided with someone.I almost fell backwards, air punching out of my lungs, but a hand shot out instantly and c

I slipped into Camilla’s room without even knocking, shutting the door behind me with a soft click. She rushed at me immediately, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. “You’re finally here,” she breathed, her voice shaky with anger. “My brother has lost his mind, he actually brought a dormant wolf to become the Luna.” I let out a slow exhale and pulled back, smoothing my hair like I had been interrupted from something far more important. “I just met her,” I said, my tone flat, unimpressed. “Was she why you told me to come back so urgently? She’s not worth the fret.” Camilla shook her head, frustration burning behind her eyes. “Bella, my brother loves her a lot, and she’s taken your position…” I laughed, cold and low, the sound slicing the air like ice cracking. “She cannot take my position,” I said, each word precise, dripping with disdain. “She’s nothing but trash. Getting rid of her wouldn’t be hard.” Camilla leaned in, hope flickering through her expression. “Do you

“No,” I said, voice flat, decisive. “Ask for something else instead. Traditions are traditions for a reason.”I thought she would argue. I thought she’d push, or insist, because Isabella never backed down from anything — that was what made her so dangerous. But she simply lowered her eyes, hands clasped loosely behind her back, that same calm control radiating off of her.“Alright, your majesty,” she said softly. “Then… if it’s not too much, I would like permission to access the forbidden royal library.”The room changed instantly.Two Elders stiffened. One of them actually inhaled sharply, like the air suddenly became too heavy to breathe.“The forbidden royal library?” I repeated, frowning. “What do you wish to achieve by going there?”Isabella smiled — not wide, not smug, just a small, contained tilt of her lips, like she knew something no one else did.“Your majesty,” she said, voice smooth as silk, “I’m simply curious about some things. It’s the only other thing I want, other tha