Todos los capítulos de Bound To The Sinful Lycan: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

[ AYSEL ] So… it wasn’t a dream.Oh, shit.I’d woken up in a rush of awareness, to the feeling of heat and sweat clinging to my skin all at once. And the first thing I saw nearly kicked every air out of my lungs.The King.His head is still right there, perfectly nestled between my legs. His tongue… oh gods… it’s right where it shouldn’t be. His eyes are dark, wicked, alive with that dangerous mischief that tells me he already knows exactly what he’s doing to me. And that he plans to do worse.Wetness slides down my center shamelessly, as his fingers take over where his mouth just was. When he speaks, I burn harder.“You know,” he murmurs, never breaking eye contact, fingers flicking and pinching my clit softly, “if you like it this way… perhaps we should make a habit of it. Slipping into your bed while you sleep. Watching you get this wet for me.”His smile is all darkness.I realize then that I’m completely naked. The sheets are long gone after I’d panicked and kicked them away, w

[ RAEGON ] “The people of Sunville Pack seek your help, my King,” Elder Williams says, standing at the center of the throne room. The other elders sit in a half circle before me while I remain seated on my throne. “They beg that you hear their cries. They’re asking for aid.”“My King,” Elder Garrett rises next. His voice carries across the hall. “The entire realm looks up to you. A merciful ruler who does not tolerate suffering, whether from his own subjects or others. The people of Sunville are dying. This war has dragged on too long. Their animals are gone, their crops destroyed. Famine has swallowed their land. You are their last hope.”A merciful king.The title almost makes me laugh.For a brief second, my mind drifts back to last night. To Aysel beneath me, breaking apart under my hands. The way her body trembled, the way her cries filled the room.If only these elders knew how much I had enjoyed that sound.I push the memory aside.This is neither the time nor the place for su

[ AYSEL ]Pandora and I do just that.What was supposed to be a simple shopping stop somehow turns into hours of walking around the boutique, debating which dress flatters her shoulders more and which color makes her look less like she’s about to march into battle. We argue about authors and fictional men like it’s a life-or-death matter, exchange book recommendations, and then drift into stories about wars and the battlefield. She tells me how her entire bloodline before her were all Gammas, sworn to the throne for generations, born with swords practically placed in their tiny fists.Before I even realize it, I am completely at ease around her, laughing freely, teasing her, and even nudging her arm when she calls one of my favorite characters overrated. It feels really natural for two people who only just met.All thanks to Pandora.If I didn’t know who she was and someone told me she’s the Gamma of the pack, I would argue until my throat went dry. She’s nothing like what I imagin

[ AYSEL ]As I try to figure out how to replace my medication, time keeps moving, and the Ancestors’ Flame Festival draws closer with each passing day. The entire Emberglade is buzzing with excitement. Everywhere I turn, I see people preparing, whispering, laughing, and planning.Young women flood the dress shops and malls, holding up fabrics against their bodies, arguing over colors and styles, desperate to look perfect for that night. Tailors work overtime. Jewelers shine their displays. Even the air feels different and is thick with anticipation and joy. Pandora was right. This is not just any festival. It is THE festival. Even a blind person would sense the happiness spreading through the city like perfume.But while everyone else prepares for celebration, I occupy myself with two things: finding out who destroyed my room and trying to replace my pills.After days of quiet investigation, Ria and Poppy return with answers. Consort Freya and Raquel are behind it. They secretly h

[ AYSEL ]The festival begins with a slow, respectful order.One by one, everyone present moves toward the elevated podium. Men bow and women curtsy. Every head lowers first to the Grand Lycan King, then to the other Alphas and leaders seated beside him.When my turn comes, my stomach tightens in knots.I step forward, keeping my back straight and my chin slightly lowered. I refuse to look up or meet Raegon’s eyes because if I do, I might forget where I am.I bend in a slow, graceful curtsy. Above me, I hear a man murmur under his breath.“Isn’t that the pretty girl from the Selection?”Heat rises to my cheeks, but I manage to keep my composure in check. Straightening, I step back and walk away carefully, praying I don’t trip over my own dress and humiliate myself in front of the entire pack.Only when I return to Pandora’s table do I finally breathe.Gods.I really need to learn how to act normal around him.After the greetings end, the wolf priestess steps forward. She’s an old woma