Todos los capítulos de Bound To The Sinful Lycan: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

[ RAEGON ]Yanni follows a step behind me as I leave the throne room and head toward my private wing. The heavy doors are thrown open at my approach, and I walk straight through.Inside my chamber, two maids hurry forward at once, hands stripping me of my robe and clothes at once, leaving me naked. I close my eyes as the last piece is removed, already craving the heat of water against my skin. The woman from earlier still clings to my thoughts like filth. I want it burned out of me.“My King,” Yanni’s voice cuts through the quiet. “Shall I summon the girl?”I open my eyes as the maids move past us toward the stone bath outside, beginning their preparations. The room empties, leaving only the two of us.“Another time,” I say coolly. “She will not be dragged to my bed unprepared.”Yanni exhales, clearly displeased. He watches as I reach the small table by my bed, pull the pin from my hair, and let it fall freely down my back. I place the metal softly on the wood.“It’s been a full wee

[ Aysel ] “I am freeing you. You will return to Lumiville at once.”Raegon’s words echo in my ears, over and over, until the room tilts and my mind detaches from the present, floating somewhere far above me. I desperately try to convince myself that this is a dream. That this is just a cruel, ugly nightmare. But I know that’s far from the truth. It’s as real as the feel of my mouth going dry. No sound comes out when I try to speak. My thoughts freeze, locked in place, emotions shutting down one after the other until all that remains is numbness. Hollow emptiness. “I will send this letter to the Alpha of your pack,” he continues, breaking the silence with the same cold calm, lifting the folded paper so I can see it properly. His remains unreadable with no signs of remorse or guilt in them. Like this is nothing but a mere inconvenience that can be fixed. “You will be ensured proper care, and shelter far away from your family. You’ll also be given sufficient capital to begin a life

[ Aysel ]“What do you mean by that?” Kaelor snaps, teeth clenched hard enough to grind. “You were the one who dismissed the girl, Raegon.”I can only stare. Unblinkingly, silently. My mouth parts slightly, but no sound comes out. My mind struggles to catch up, to make sense of what’s happening. One moment I was being discarded like excess weight, now I’m being claimed again like property pulled back from another man’s grasp.Raegon changing his mind at the last second makes no sense.“You do not have the right to question me, Alpha Kaelor.” Raegon’s voice drops into something lethal as he steps forward, closing the distance between them.He towers over Kaelor by a mere inch, but the power gap feels immeasurable. His stare is unflinching, unamused, and deadly serious.“I have decided to keep the girl in my harem.” His gaze sweeps over everyone watching. “And if anyone dares question my decree,” he continues, voice deepening, growing louder and sharper, “they should be prepared to fac

[ RAEGON ]A low moan tears from her throat as I thrust into her, slow and deep, sinking into her heat like my life depends on it.“Ahh… Raegon… yes. Right there.”Her voice wraps around me just as her warmth grips me. Flesh meets flesh, slick and hot, the sound filling my head until nothing else exists.More moans. More kisses.Mine.My beautiful, sweet, cursed Aysel.But when she turns her face toward me again, the new face that greets me fractures my world. Astrea.“I’ve missed you,” she whispers. “I’ve missed you so much, my cherished one.”For the third time tonight, I rip awake.My eyes snap open. My chest heaves violently as I suck in air like I’ve been dragged up from deep water.“Fuck.”I throw the blanket off and sit up hard, my fingers digging into my hair as frustration claws through me. My gaze drops, catching the thick, unforgiving bulge straining against my briefs.“Fuckkkk,” I mutter again, trying to will it down but it refuses to budge. It stays hard and stiff as a t

[ AYSEL] Raegon’s eyes never leave me as I lift the thin straps of my nightdress and let it slide down my body, pooling softly at my feet. The warm night air kisses my bare skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and spine.This time, I don’t try to cover myself.I stand still. Open. Letting his gaze claim every inch of me—every curve, every softness, every vulnerable line of my body.His jaw tightens. I see it tick sharply as his cock gives a visible twitch, thick and impatient beneath his hand.“Get on the bed,” he commands, voice low. “And present yourself properly.”I obey without hesitation, walking slowly toward the king-sized bed, my heartbeat thundering so loudly it feels like it might burst from my chest.At the edge of the mattress, I draw in a long, steady breath and remember Maelis’ presentation lessons and how I’ve practiced repeatedly far too many times alone. Maelis had made it clear that mastering the art of presentation is a solid ground to pleasing your male. Clim