All Chapters of Bound To The Sinful Lycan: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

[ AYSEL ]“And how would you do that… my king?”“Easy,” he says, his voice dropping lower and darker. His eyes drag slowly over my face, lingering on my lips, then lower to my chest.My throat tightens.I suddenly feel bare and exposed. Like I’m standing before him with nothing on, even though I’m fully dressed.Heat dances inside me, burning hotter by the second.“All I have to do…” he continues, his gaze lifting back to mine, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. The darkness in his eyes deepens, heavy with illicit promise. “…is reward you with enough pleasure… that you forget you were ever angry at me.”Sweet heavens. “My king…” I whisper, breathless.Before I can even think, he moves.One second he’s back on his feet. The next, I’m in his hands, lifted effortlessly and placed right on the spot he had been sitting moments ago.A gasp slips out of me.Raegon steps in, caging me in completely. His broad shoulders block everything else out, his towering frame swallowing me whole. There

[ AYSEL ]Raegon’s mouth devours me without mercy.His lips seal around my swollen clit and suck hard, pulling a whimper from my throat. His tongue flicks fast, then slows to long, wet strokes that make my thighs tremble violently. At the same time, two thick fingers push inside me, stretching me open with a slick sound that fills the room.I gasp loudly, my back arching off the table.“So tight as always.” He breathes against me as he curls those fingers deep, stroking that sensitive spot inside me while his tongue keeps working my clit in torturous circles. The pleasure builds fast, and I try to control myself from spiraling but I already feel that I’m losing. My hips buck against Raegon’s face, but he holds me down with one strong hand on my stomach, forcing me to take every lick and every thrust.“My king… yes… ah…” I moan, my voice shaking, and my eyes struggling to stay open. He growls against my core, the vibration intensifying the pleasure.“That’s it, little one. Let me

[ PANDORA ]I stand up straight from the rough bark of the ancient oak tree the moment I spot Aysel walking toward me and Freya heading the opposite way. I wait until Aysel reaches me before firing the question that has been burning in my mind the whole time I stood here.“What did she want?”“Just wanted to talk,” Aysel says with a casual shrug. But I catch the flicker of worry in her eyes that she tries hard to hide behind that easy expression. “Something about Haelyn being the mastermind behind the whole thing and throwing them under the bus.”A sharp scoff escapes my lips. So my suspicion was right all along. I had always found it strange that Haelyn, the infamous instigator, stayed completely out of the scheme and just happened to fall ‘ill’ during the entire saga. Now it’s confirmed.“I knew it,” I mutter, my jaw ticking with anger. I stare harder into Aysel’s face, searching her eyes. “Aysel, Haelyn is a madwoman. You can’t let her get to you the way she got to Freya and Raqu

[ AYSEL ]“My lady, we really need to inform the King about your condition,” Poppy says softly from my bedside. She sits close, spoon-feeding me warm herbal soup while her eyes watch me with deep worry. I lean back against the headboard, pale and frail, my body feeling heavier with every passing hour.It has been three long days since the sickness started, and it is only getting worse. My body burns hotter each day. Sharp pain twists through my abdomen and waist like fire licking me from the inside.Pandora had begged me to tell Raegon, but I refused. He already carries too many heavy burdens for the pack. The last thing he needs is to worry over one of his sick consorts.“I already told you, Poppy,” I reply quietly, my voice weak. “The King is busy with important matters. My health should be the least of his problems. Besides, I am sure it is nothing serious…”The door suddenly swings open, cutting me off instantly. Ria hurries in, hands clasped tightly in front of her, her face

[ AYSEL ] “Is everything okay?” I ask the elder physician, watching him closely.He has been staring at the same five copies of my test results for the past ten minutes, eyes narrowed, brows deeply furrowed, as if the words on the paper are written in a foreign language.It has been over an hour since the results arrived, and he keeps going back and forth— leaving my chamber, returning to his lab, and coming back again. He prints the results repeatedly, like he cannot understand what he is seeing.“Uh…” He finally looks up at me and clears his throat. He straightens his posture, but the confused frown remains on his face. “It’s just that… the test results show no diagnosis of any congenital heart condition.”I stare at him, completely lost.“What are you trying to say?” I ask.He scans the papers one last time, then shakes his head and meets my eyes. “From these results, you have no trace of a heart problem. In fact, your current symptoms are clear signs of an incoming heat.” He pa