All Chapters of Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zephyra Why do the worst things always happen to me? Those maids must have planned this. They had to. There’s no other explanation. They set me up to humiliate me, to make me look foolish in front of everyone here. They told me I would only meet the beta and a few warriors, but this is far more than that. Khaisha smiles at me from where she’s seated, excitement lighting her face. I wish I could return it, even just a little, but I can’t because every single pair of eyes in the room is fixed on me. And I already know why. The violinist blinks a few times as his gaze flicks to my face before he forces himself to continue playing. The music resumes, but the tension doesn’t fade. The others don’t look away. “What are you doing here?” Nysha whispers as she walks up to me and grips my arm. Her fingers dig into my skin hard enough that I have to fight a wince. “The others said you wanted me to serve the guests here,” I whisper back. “Do you two mind?” a woman with golden hair mutters

Zephyra I never would have thought she was the one. Out of everyone I met today, Khaisha was the last person I expected to hold such a position. Why didn’t she tell me she was the gamma when we first met? I lower my gaze to the table and notice that her leg is touching mine. Panic flares into my body. Immediately, I shift my legs away and scoot my chair slightly to the side. But that only makes things worse. Instead of distancing myself, I end up closer to the king. At least my legs aren’t touching his. Khaisha notices the change right away. Her brows pull together in a small frown, confusion flickering across her face. The moment I see it, she looks away, pretending she didn’t see what happened. I didn’t move away because I disliked her. I moved because she is the gamma, third in command, someone of importance. Someone I shouldn’t be touching or sitting close to, especially not when I’m cursed. Even if she seemed warm, or admired my eyes earlier, that doesn’t mean she t

Theron “So,” Jareth says, “when exactly were you planning to tell me that the cursed lady is your mate?”My beta leans back, hands flying behind him before landing flat on the table so he can slouch comfortably.My response is calm. “She has a name. I’d prefer you used it.”He arches a brow. “Getting defensive?”“Getting defensive is what happens when I don’t like the way you speak about someone under my protection,” I reply. “Mate or not.”“You’re doing everything except answering the actual question,” he pushes.My gaze snaps towards him…hard.He’s my beta. Most days I tolerate his tone because he’s earned that right, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy being cornered. Especially not about something this personal.I exhale slowly. “You seem to have a problem with Zephyra.”Everyone does. I saw it at dinner, felt it in the air, the looks, the tension…the barely restrained disgust. That’s something I’ll have to deal with soon. I haven’t fully accepted her myself, but I will not allow the

Zephyra “Remember, you must do everything to make sure the king likes you more than he already does.” Roxy says for what feels like the hundredth time.Even back in my bedroom, she continued to lecture me on the things I needed to do to avoid getting on the king’s bad side.We leave the palace grounds and walk past several buildings while guards flank us on either side. Their presence feels oppressive, almost like a constant reminder that even a simple walk isn't truly simple in this place.“I don’t think the king likes me,” I mutter, my gaze dropping to where my dress brushes against the grass with every step I take. The fabric is far too tight. I can feel it clinging to my body, pressing against my chest and hips in a way that makes me acutely aware of myself. I hate it. Roxy side eyes one of the guards before looking at me. “Kings don’t invite women for private walks just because they feel like stretching their legs. If he didn’t like you, you’d be buried under this ground alrea

Zephyra His hands move over my chest and it’s not rushed, not rough but gentle and my body reacts the same way it did the last night he touched me. Tiny beads of sweat form along my hairline even though the evening breeze is cool. My breathing turns shallow while my thighs press together helplessly just because of a simple touch. His finger slides lower, dipping into the cloth of my dress, moving between my breasts and my eyes flutter shut as my mind goes against me, replaying the memory of his lips on mine. I never expected him to kiss me.Just moments ago, he had looked at me like I was a problem that needed solving or erasing. His voice had been harsh, impatient, filled with anger at my ignorance. I even thought he was going to have me killed. But when his lips crashed into mine, everything else disappeared. The fear, the shaking, my thoughts. It felt like stepping into another dimension.Eryc never kissed me like that. We never kissed at all, not really. Sometimes his lips b