All Chapters of Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Zephyra I’m starting to hate how much bad memories swim into my thoughts all at the same time. No matter how hard I try to stop it, the reel just won’t end.I run my fingers over the mark on my skin for the hundredth time, feeling the area where Theron’s teeth sank in. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Whenever memories of Stone Heart flash by, I place my hand over the mark to remind myself that I’m here and no longer there.Last night keeps replaying in my head. The way he looked at me when I took control, the way his voice turned rough when he told me I was his, the way the bond felt right. My mind traitorously reminds me of how good it felt with his hands all over my body… the way he made me feel safe, the sound he made when he came inside—“Keep your stance wide, Zeph. You’re tilting to the left again.”Khaisha’s voice breaks through the haze of my memory. I adjust my feet the way she taught me earlier while I try not to watch her circling me. With her eyes constantly staying on me, I ca

Anya House arrest is dreadfully boring. I’ve counted the cracks in the walls three times. I’ve memorized every ugly flower on the curtains. I’ve even timed how long it takes before I get thirsty again after drinking a full glass of water.I hate the quiet. Quiet makes me think, and thinking is dangerous when you’ve spent years trying to go home only to realize you aren't powerful enough to be accepted. There are only so many ways a person can sit, stand, and breathe before their mind starts to rot. I’m done with the silence.I push myself up and walk over to the window. Pressing my forehead against the glass, I stare down at the palace grounds ahead and just out of here. Everything is perfect—neat lawns, straight paths, flowers all in their proper rows. It makes my skin crawl. I need noise. I need something to do with my hands before my mind starts picking apart every single choice I’ve made since I stepped foot in this kingdom.Walking out of my temporary home, I follow the tarmac p

TheronZephyra mutters in her sleep while I watch her. It’s the first bit of peace we’ve had in weeks since every day lately seems to bring new trouble.She rolls away from me, her hair spilling across the pillow to cover half her face. The tips of her dark strands are turning red now, like blood slowly soaking through. I wonder how long until it reaches the roots.‘She’s changing,’ Grimm says, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.‘I know.’ It’s unlike anything I’ve seen. I’m familiar with how the Cursed are supposed to look, and they don’t just transform like this. They aren't usually this volatile. It makes me think back to what Anya said about the Crimson-born. How they just might have more to them. Grimm agrees with the book. Jareth doesn’t know what to believe, and Zephyra only gets angrier every time we mention that black book. I hate keeping things from her, but with her constant breakouts, silence feels like the only way to keep the palace standing. ‘She’ll only break more

“Stop holding back,” Khaisha hisses. Her eyes glow with her Lycan just under the surface. “You’re so afraid of what you might do that you’re letting yourself lose. That’s why they’ll always see you as weak, Zephyra.” The word weak hits me like a slap. It drags up every memory I’ve tried to bury. The Stoneheart cells, the floggings, and the nights I had to beg for scraps of love that no one ever gave me. Something inside my chest snaps. The anger surges, and every part of my body goes hot. I lunge forward, pushing her off. This time, she’s the one on the floor. My hands fly to her throat, and she grabs my wrists as I squeeze, cutting off her air. “I’m not weak!” A growl rips from my lips. Khaisha’s face turns a deep red, splatters of saliva leaving her lips. “No shit!” she manages to choke out, then drives her knee up into my stomach. I groan and collapse beside her, releasing her neck. She rolls away coughing and laughing at the same time. “That was so close. You almost ma

ErycI shove the bedroom door open so hard it bounces off the wall. Three nights without real sleep will do that to a man. I drop into the chair by the desk, grab the whiskey bottle, and pour myself a generous glass. My head is pounding like someone’s hammering nails into my skull. I rub my temples, willing the ache to fuck off for five minutes.‘Eryc! I’m out. I’m coming back to you. I’m almost at the perimeter—’Naya’s voice explodes in my head. The glass of whiskey freezes halfway to my lips. My heart doesn't skip a beat out of relief, but it sure as hell hammers against my ribs out of pure shock.‘Naya?’ I link back, wondering if this is a side effect of the excessive sleep herbs I’ve been taking to stay sane. ‘How the hell—‘‘They let me go! I don’t know why, but they just opened the cage. Oh, Eryc, it’s been so long since I’ve felt you. I missed you so much.’I set the glass down slowly. My knuckles turn white around it. ‘I missed you too, sunshine, but I’m going to need you t