Lahat ng Kabanata ng Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

ZephyraThey called me a cursed wolf. They said that I am unfit to lead my pack, but my father never believed that. To him, even without my wolf, I was still a blessed daughter of the moon. Yet right now, my thoughts betray me too. Today, for the countless time, I believe it myself—that I am not worthy to rule. I am not strong enough to lead this pack.“Are you sure about this?” Elder Gareth snapped me out of my thoughts, his voice sounding so worried. I know that he wanted to be sure that I really wanted to give my position as the next Alpha to my mate, Eryc.I nodded slowly and gave him my answer. “Yes, Elder, I am sure. Eryc is better suited to be the Alpha of our Pack. I want to give him my rights.”Elder Gareth looked at me with his tired honey-brown eyes. “I don’t have anything against my son,” he said. “And yes, I know that he is your fated mate and I will want nothing less for him. But you remember what your late father said before he died? He wanted you to be the next Alpha o

ZephyraI heard voices around me. At first, they sounded far away, like they were coming from a dream. Slowly, my eyes opened and everything felt blurry. My head hurt a little, and my chest still burned with pain from the rejection.I looked around the room and noticed how neat and quiet it was. The walls looked clean, and there was a large window right beside me. The soft breeze from outside blew the thin white curtains gently. The room smelled like medicine and disinfectant. But most importantly, I was all alone. No one else was here with me.I sat up on the bed, feeling dizzy. My hands touched my chest where it still hurt. Then, like a flash, I remembered what happened. Eryc’s cold words, his betrayal, and how he rejected me. My heart squeezed painfully at the memory.My hands moved over my body, checking my stomach, my sides and my back. I was so terrified that they had taken something from me while I was unconscious. But I didn’t see any cuts or feel anything missing. I thanked

Zephyra’s Pov I couldn’t even swallow my own saliva. Why did she ask me if I was still a virgin? What would the Lycan King do to me? My heart raced faster with fear. But who was I to ask questions here? I was just a slave now. Even though deep inside, I knew I wasn’t truly a slave, I didn’t have the courage to fight back. The woman looked at me again and said, “You are beautiful. I’m sure the King will cherish you. His women are under serious punishment at the moment so he's all yours, it’s a great opportunity. Come now, follow me.” Her words kept ringing in my ears as I walked behind her. The King’s women? How many women did this King have? And what punishment were they under? There were so many questions I wanted to ask her but I didn't dare. We kept walking for a long time and my bare feet felt every cold tile we passed over. Soon, we reached a beautiful part of the palace. The walls here shone like polished marble, but even brighter, almost like pearls. The floor sparkled

Zephyra He was furious at what I said, there was no mistaking it. The Lycan king was angry and now I was in deep trouble.I didn’t need a wolf to sense the danger in his angry tone, I could feel it in my entire bones and body. And from everything my father ever told me about the king, I knew one thing for certain…. The Lycan king did not believe in mercy. He is a man so ruthless that he was said to drink blood to soothe the monsters inside him. Now I had foolishly provoked a man who could kill me without thinking twice.But I told the truth. If I had lied to him… he likely would’ve killed me and I cannot die yet, I do not want to.I don’t even understand why I cling so tightly to my life anymore when I would be better off dead. I already lost everything, so what was the point of breathing? But still… I cannot die, I have to survive no matter how bad it gets. Nysha stops walking once we reach a quiet corridor, far from the watchful eyes of the palace guards. She turns to me, and th

Zephyra The maids scrub my skin as if I’m dirt that they’ve been ordered to wash off. Their nails dig into my skin and when I hiss from the pain, one of them glares at me and I force myself to endure the sting of their harsh treatment. “You’re a slave like the rest of us. Stop acting like you’re a princess just because the king requested for you, whore.” She snaps. The word stings, but I do not reply. I learned long ago that fighting a battle you cannot win only leads to nothing. I bite back the urge to defend myself. Let them treat me however they want to, I have far more terrifying things to think about, like what the king intends to do to me.Nysha told me I was supposed to be trained first and I needed to be taught the ways of pleasing a Lycan king. I prayed that I would never have to please him but, my prayers seem useless. Everything is happening so fast. By the time they finish bathing and dressing me, my mind thinks of what fate waits for me beyond this room. I once hear