Semua Bab Bound To The Sinful Lycan: Bab 1 - Bab 10

[ Aysel ] Cheaters should be castrated. Not just castrated. No. They should have their eyes clawed off, whipped a thousand lashes in their naked state, and thrown into the dungeon before any castration process even begins. At least, that’s what I think as I stand helplessly by the doorway, forgetting how to breathe for a moment as I watch my arranged mate in bed with my own step-sister, Liora. My feet feel glued to the floor as I watch as his hands grip her waist, his head thrown back in pleasure. Somehow, that hurts more than seeing Liora riding him naked. Because Liora has never surprised me. She’s always been cruel, never resting until she digs into my last nerve. But Sylas? I never imagined he’d betray me like this. I don’t even notice when the shopping bags slip from my hands and crash to the floor, the noise cutting through the obscene sounds in the room. That’s when they notice me. But if I expected shock, guilt, or shame, then I was a fool. Sylas doesn’t stop. Instea

[ Aysel ]One by one, the girls step forward.Each announces her full name and pack, then slips out of her robe, standing naked before the gathering. They turn slowly and gracefully, completing a full circle, letting every powerful gaze roam freely over their bodies.From what I’ve observed, coupled with Maelis’ whispered briefings, the men each hold two fans: gold and blue.Gold equals Tier One. Girls who fall under this category are prized consorts. Favorites. Claimed by only two elites at most.The blue fan marks Tier Two. The harem daughters. Shared by as many as five elites.Those who receive nothing? They fall under Tier Three. They’re sex slaves. Handed to soldiers and guards, used and discarded at will.Which meant Liora and Seren weren’t lying.Ugly knots form in my throat, crushing me with fear and unease. My palms turn slick with sweat.Oh gods… just this once, spare me.Then Liora steps forward. I hold my breath as I watch her.She moves like a predator, hips swaying, aura

[ RAEGON ]I watch the dress slide down her body, inch by slow inch, until it pools at her feet. Warm ivory skin is revealed to me, flawless and soft, and though she trembles as she stands there, trying to hold herself together, her fear does nothing to dull her beauty.She is shaped to ruin men, with curves that could halt an entire battlefield, full, well-rounded breasts that would sit perfectly in my hands, and nipples already tight, begging to be sucked. Her stomach is flat, waist narrowed in a way that needs no corset to look obscene in silk or lace. And that smooth, shaved valley between her thighs…Fuck.My cock thickens, hard and unashamed as I take her in. My jaw tightens as my gaze lingers there, hunger curling low in my gut. I want to part her with my fingers, feel how warm and soft she is, feel her break beneath my touch.A low growl slips from my throat before I can stop it. It is not for her. It is for the thought of every other man in that selection hall seeing her

[ AYSEL ]After a brief pause, Freya lets out a sharp, mocking scoff and steps closer to Maelis, arms folded across her chest. Her glare is fierce enough to shoot daggers.“And who the fuck do you think you are,” she hisses, “to believe you can demand the King’s presence over menial affairs like this?”Ohhh, this doesn’t look good. I better end this confrontation before it escalates.But Maelis doesn’t flinch or look the least intimidated.“Take my advice,” Maelis says calmly before I can move my feet. A sly smirk tugs at her lips. “You’re just a consort. Don’t forget the King can discard you whenever he chooses. And if there’s one thing we all know he despises above all else, it’s injustice. Bullying.” Her smirk widens, eyes taking in Freya’s frame. “You’ve been here the longest. You should know better, Lady Freya.”Freya’s nostrils flare. I can tell instantly that those words hit a nerve.Before this explodes any further, I rush to Maelis’ side and grip her arm gently. “Please. Let’

[ Aysel ] “What? Can’t recall meeting me before now?” He asks when I don’t answer. His eyes stay locked on mine, dark and amused, like he’s enjoying every second of my silence.Behind him, Maelis has already pulled on her clothes. She stands there watching quietly.“Let me help you remember,” Alpha Kaelor continues, his gaze dragging slowly down my body. I feel it like a touch, crawling over my skin. My chest tightens. I want to grab my clothes and run, but my legs refuse to move. Fear roots me in place. “In case our first meeting slipped your mind.”His eyes return to my face. The smirk never leaves his lips.When his hand reaches for my hair, I flinch back, but that doesn’t stop him. His fingers slowly slide through it anyway, tucking a loose strand behind my ear. His stare is heavy and unblinking, like he’s studying the deepest part of me. “At the selection hall,” he says. “I was one of the men who chose you.” A short laugh leaves him. “But Raegon, being the brute he is, claimed