All Chapters of Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Zephyra There’s something different about his grey eyes when I say his name. They’re brighter, more intense, and I know that something inside him has changed. Seeing it happen makes my breathing stutter. My need for him claws at me. “Touch me more, Theron,” Right now, there’s only him. Nothing else exists outside of us. All I see is him and I know, without needing to be told, that all he sees is me. There’s a pull between us so strong it feels physical, like an invisible rope tied around my ribs and pulling me toward him. I can feel his beast reaching for me, calling to something buried deep inside my skin, even though I don’t have a beast to answer him. The burning inside me eases slowly, dulling into something manageable, but my bones still ache and my throat feels dry. King Theron leans closer, his weight settling over me as he braces one powerful arm beside my head. His body is solid, warm and overwhelming but it grounds me even as it pins me beneath him. His hand

She laughs awkwardly, fixing her coat. “Side effect of the moon. Should’ve locked the door, forgive me.” I don’t care enough to argue. “What do we have?” Kalb straightens up and gets serious. “Rotbane’s still nowhere in the markets. It’s impossible to track. No one’s selling, no one’s talking. If someone’s got a stash, they’re keeping it locked down tight.” Not good enough. “In conclusion, you didn’t get it, and you didn’t think I should know.” Kalb scratches the back of her head, looking anywhere but at me. “Well, Your Majesty, I did tell you it would take about two weeks of—” I glance at the watch strapped to my wrist. “It’ll be approximately two weeks in the next three hours, fifty-three minutes, and—” I pause, letting the second hand tick “—less than forty seconds.” She swallows. “Which means I should have the Rotbane by then. I swear, I’m just as invested in this as you are. Even though, if this goes sideways and you end up dead, I’m the one who gets charged with trea

She gives me a long look but doesn’t argue. Just sighs. “Healing herbs and balms have already been prepared. Your body’s going to need them after last night.” ……. Back in my own room, I sit at the vanity and lean close to the mirror. I pull my lower lid down with one finger, then the other, checking the whites, the irises, looking for anything that could be different. Shifter eyes glow when the beast is close, when it’s pushing forward, fighting to surface and sometimes when it’s talking. I’ve seen it in other wolves a thousand times. I stare until my eyes start to water. My eyes in the mirror are the same deep crimson they’ve always been. Pure red, no glow, no flicker, no hint of anything wild staring back. Nothing looks different, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing there. I’ve growled lately. Low, in my throat, more times than I can count. And last night… the heat. It was a wave I couldn’t outrun. My mind takes me back to the festival. Theron found me weak across Nysha’s

Zephyra “As I said before, your body was tampered with,” Roxy reminds me. “We now know you aren’t without a beast. That means your wolf is in there somewhere.” I want to believe her. I really do. But the idea of being poisoned still doesn’t sit well with me. I don't want it to be true. Still, I keep my mouth shut and listen, because if anyone can help me find what’s missing, it’s probably my Lardin. “Do you really not remember anything from your past?” she asks. “Anything like what?” “Regular visits from witches in your pack? Any at all?” Witches and wolves don’t cross paths often, but when they do, it’s for alliances, trades, and rituals. At Stoneheart, they were rare. Barely a handful of times a year, and always with no guards and no formal announcements. I think. I shake my head. “No. Not really.” She bites down hard on her lower lip, thinking. “Then the chances of a witch severing your wolf’s presence from your body are low. Which leaves us with actual poisons.” Rox

“How… how would you punish me?” she asks innocently. The question makes images flood in uninvited: her bent forward against one of these trees, back arched, my hand landing on the curve of her ass until it blooms red against pale skin, right here on the forest floor. I want to listen to her gasps, the softness of her whimpers, and feel her clench around me. The evidence of the effect she has on me jerks hard behind my zipper again. This isn’t why I brought her out here. I clear my throat, trying to cover what just ran through my head. “That is a strange question to ask, don’t you think?” ‘Not if you’re already picturing her coming all over your cock while she gags from your thumb buried in her throat,’ Grimm shoots back, his voice thick with dark amusement. He’s been mouthy lately, and it’s starting to grate. Zephyra looks away, cheeks turning pink. “Curiosity.” “Put that curiosity somewhere useful,” I tell her, starting to walk again while twigs snap under my boots. “Like figu