All Chapters of Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Concerned by the behavior, I hurry over, gripping her waist on both sides to haul her upright. The second my hands touch her skin, that spark from the bond ignites, rushing through us both, and heat blooms across her cheeks again. Grimm has nothing but praise for this change in her. His intense love for everything he sees is affecting me now. I have a swollen cock, aching and demanding that I fuck my mate right now. But I can’t do that while she is acting like this. Zephyra sweeps her hair to one side, combing through the light strands with her fingers as she stares at her reflection, admiring the new glow in her eyes. Her hand runs down her chest, and when her fingers brush over her nipple, she pulls them. You have got to be fucking kidding me… She smiles when she sees my reaction, but her focus returns to the mirror. Grabbing both breasts in her hands, she squeezes lightly before feeling their weight. “Sick. They got bigger,” she squeals, tossing one up playfully, drawing a s

“But you didn’t stick around long enough because you were constantly being killed. You could be wrong.” I slowly massage the bone of her leg and she purrs in contentment. “My judgment isn’t too far off, is it?” She fixes her gaze on my hands, watching the way I knead her ankle with gentle pressure. “Have we ever told you we fancy how good you are with your hands?” Her breath hitches when I meet her eyes and dig my thumb deeper into her skin. “You realize that I am your King?” “From where I am sitting, you are also my Alpha. But I am also your...” She smiles sweetly, acting innocent. “Mate?” She purrs the word, but I don’t think she is asking a question. My brow shoots up and her smile quivers. “You have ruled for so long that the idea of romance feels odd to you.” She shifts, pressing her foot against my cock, rubbing the sole along the hard length with strokes that send heat spiking through my veins. “We should change that if we are to be mated. But she would have to be present

‘You look worried,’ Jareth links me, breaking me out of the fog in my head. ‘Khaisha is watching over Zephyra.’ ‘Do you believe the witch? Even if she speaks the truth, Khaisha is a Gamma for a reason. It would take more than a beast’s wild hunger to bring her down.’ Khaisha is strong. She has been formidable since she was a teenager. Even at the age of ten, before she realized my true identity, she made me unconscious for taking something that belonged to her. And I’ll never forget the night she broke Jareth’s arm during a foolish fight he initiated. She later proved her worth during the Gamma exams, standing out as the top candidate among a hundred able participants, all while she was carrying a pup. So no, I don’t doubt she can handle herself if Zephyra’s beast decides to play rough. What’s eating at me is the thought of my mate’s body getting wrecked in the crossfire. ‘Khaisha?’ I mind-link her. ‘Is everything alright?’ ‘King Theron, yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t it be? I

“We should get moving.” I nod toward the path and clap a hand onto Jareth’s shoulder. It is the only response I can offer. He smiles, understanding how reserved and uncommunicative I can be. My focus is entirely on my mate now. ‘Our mate!’ Grimm growls, getting unreasonably jealous. I ignore him. Reaching Khaisha’s door, I lift my hand to knock but freeze. The door’s cracked open, a thin line of warm light spilling out from the interior. ‘That is strange. Khaisha is never careless,’ Jareth links me, abandoning speaking out loud to avoid alerting any potential intruder. Anyone could be listening. I give him a signal to stay quiet and keep his eyes open. Jareth nods, shifting into a predator's stealth beside me as I gently push the door open. The house is deathly quiet. The air is thick with the scent of Zephyra and Khaisha, lingering and fresh. They must be nearby. ‘Khaisha!’ I reach out through the link. Nothing. Just dead air. Jareth’s face twists with the same anger I feel

The other wolf, his hair in dark locs, snorts. “What the hell do we care? We’re getting paid either way. It’s better if the Lycan king doesn’t show up, I don’t trust those bastards one bit.” “Scared?” Ugly Ginger chuckles. He fumbles with his belt, pulling his tool out to urinate into the very bush I am hiding in, like it’s his personal toilet. “Lycans aren’t half as tough as the stories say. Remember how easy they went down last time? Those fuckers are nothing.” They killed the King’s men too? That must be what Khaisha and Theron were discussing, before I decided to listen to them. Dark locs yanks his own belt open and joins in, pissing right next to his little friend. “I just don’t trust that Alpha Eryc knows what he’s doing. The girl should’ve been dead months ago, that was the whole plan for the pack. Everyone who voted against killing her is gone now, including Alpha Kaelen.” My breath catches hard in my throat. My heart slams against my ribs like it wants to break free jus