All Chapters of Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Zephyra“Run… now!” King Theron shouts after shoving me aside, and I stumble backward.He grips the arrow lodged in his body and yanks it out without groaning, but instead of stopping, the blood pours out faster, thick and dark as it spills down his side.All I have to do is leave, find help. That’s what I should do. But he’s bleeding and he’s the king.If something happens to him because of me, because I didn’t help, then I don’t know how I would live with it. It would all come crashing back to me. “You need help,” I blurt out. “I said leave!” he snarls, and my breath catches when I see his fangs sliding out of his gums. I try to move away but his body stiffens. His head snaps up and he steps in front of me again, shielding me just as another arrow flies through the air and slams into his chest again.He lets out a low sound of discomfort, and I can tell from his voice that he’s hurting. Something in my chest stings from seeing him suffer. The arrow that hit him this time isn’t n

Zephyra My legs keep moving across the cold tiles of my bedroom, back and forth, everywhere and forth, all because I can’t stop thinking about a single thing. Everything that happened with the king replays in my head no matter how hard I try to push it away. I still see the arrow as it pierced his skin. I still remember the sound it made and how fast his blood followed after.I wonder if he’s breathing right now. If his chest is rising and falling like every other living being. Please goddess he has to be alive.Eventually, the tension in my legs forces me to stop walking. I climb onto the bed and pull the thick sheets over my body, tucking them around myself like they might hold me together so I don’t break from thinking too much. The cotton is warm and soft, comforting against my skin, protecting me from the cold breeze sneaking in through the window. It should be enough to calm me but it isn't.My thoughts keep circling back to the king, his growl, the way he shoved me aside and

Zephyra It still feels strange living in a house this big with only one other person inside it. Roxy says I could move somewhere better if I make a good name for myself, but this already feels like too much. It's too large and it feels empty.Moving slowly down the hallway, my steps soft against the shiny floors, I wonder if there’s anything I can help Roxy with. She’s always busy, always anticipating my needs before I can voice them, and it makes me feel useless standing around while she works herself thin for me.The faint sound of stone grinding against stone catches my attention and I follow it until I reach the kitchen. Roxy stands at the island, hands moving fast as she crushes herbs together. Whatever she’s making, she looks like she’s in a hurry. I don’t recognize any of the herbs, but I’m curious to know what they’re for. She senses me without looking up. “Good morning, Consort Zephyra.”Consort Zephyra. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that name.“Morning, Roxy,” I s

Zephyra King Theron places my hand on his chest, his larger hand resting over mine. My breath catches as I feel his heart beating beneath my palm wildly. It shows me he’s breathing, that he’s here. That he truly survived the attack, just like Roxy said he would.I’m not entirely sure what I’m feeling as I touch him like this, but whatever it is, it spreads quickly through my body. A curiosity settles in my mind, urging me to touch more of him, to understand what the rest of him feels like under my hands.It’s a foolish thought, one I shouldn’t be entertaining. But curiosity has always been my weakness, and I want to know what his hard muscles feel like, even though I brushed against them earlier.Suddenly, King Theron’s hand comes up to my neck. He grips me firmly and pulls me closer until his warm breath brushes my face. I gasp softly as my body hits his. My breasts press into his chest, and my heart slams so hard it almost hurts. He hears it. I know he does, because a brief smirk

Zephyra My entire body is sore from what happened between King Theron and me. Walking feels like a task I have to concentrate on, every step I take is careful and slow.And I know, deep down, that he held back. His restraint was plastered all over his face as he watched me while pushing himself between my legs. His beast had tried to take full control. My back still burns from lying against the rough ground. My thighs throb where his claws pierced my skin, leaving red, angry marks that haven’t faded yet. I feel used, handled, claimed in a way I’ve never known before.And still, even with all of that ruthlessness, my body still wants him. My own body won’t stop going against me. “Look at those beautiful marks on your skin,” Roxy says softly as she presses a towel to my hair, soaking up the remaining moisture. “It’s a shame we’ll have to treat those soon.”She isn’t smiling, Roxy rarely does, but there’s a silent satisfaction in her tone this afternoon. Pride, almost. As if she pers