บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Captive: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Chapter 70: punishmentKirean pov"You hesitated. When Heidberg demanded swift action, you hesitated. Why?"For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, quietly: "Something doesn't add up. The way the evidence was found. The timing. The…" He stopped, shook his head. "But I'm a soldier. I deal in facts, not feelings. And the facts say she had the insignia.""Do you believe she's guilty?"The question hung between us. Anna watched him carefully.Marcus's hands clenched at his sides. "I believe... I believe someone is guilty. I'm just not sure it's her.""Then help me prove it," I said. "Two days, Marcus. Help me find the truth."He nodded slowly. "I will do my duty, Your Majesty. Whatever that requires."Anna left first, already planning to start her own investigation. Marcus lingered a moment longer, his expression troubled, before following her out.I sank back into my chair, alone with my bleeding hand and my racing thoughts.Elena's face flashed through my mind. Her defiant eyes. Her s

Chapter 72: royal punishment 2Elena povKieran's voice sounded like that of the devil from the pit of hell."Look at me."It wasn't a request.I forced my eyes open. every muscle screaming in protest, and found him."Get up," Kieran commanded. "And move to the corner. There."He pointed to a spot near the foot of the bed. Close enough to see everything. Too close.My body wouldn't obey. Couldn't obey."Now, Elena." His voice dropped to a growl. "Unless you'd prefer the guards to position you themselves."The threat was clear. I struggled to my knees, my bound hands making every movement awkward, painful, as I crawled across the floor like an animal.The concubines watched with amusement. The brunette giggled.When I reached the corner, I collapsed there, my back against the wall, my knees pulled tight against my chest. As small as I could make myself. As invisible."No." Kieran's voice cut through the fog in my mind. "Kneel properly. Back straight. Hands on your thighs. I want you t

Chapter 74: The second NightELENAThe guards came for me at sunset.Their faces were emotionless as they unlocked my cell and dragged me through the corridors toward Kieran's chambers.I had spent hours mentally preparing myself. Building walls. Reinforcing defenses. Telling myself I could endure whatever fresh hell he had devised for tonight.Maybe more concubines. Maybe he had make me serve them. Maybe he had find new and creative ways to shatter what little remained of my dignity.The guards stopped outside his door. One knocked… three sharp raps that echoed down the hallway."Enter."Kieran's voice came through the door.The guard opened the door and shoved me inside.I stumbled, catching myself before I fell. Behind me, the door closed with finality.Silence.I kept my eyes on the floor, waiting for his command. Waiting for him to tell me where to kneel, where to position myself, what fresh torment awaited.But he said nothing.Slowly, I lifted my gaze.And froze.Kieran sat in

Chapter 76: claiming herKIERAN povMy wolf surged forward with a roar that echoed through my mind… it was primal, possessive, absolutely feral with need. For twelve years, I had kept him caged. Suppressed. Beaten down every time he tried to surface, everytime he clamoured to claim her, to make her ours...But that sound… that sinful, desperate moan… shattered every lock I had forged. All the control I had trained for twelve years shattered like glass “Mine,” my wolf snarled. “Our Mate. CLAIM HER!!”I threw her onto the bed harder than I had intended, watching her body bounce against the silk sheets. Her dress had ridden up to her waist, exposing the most smoothest, and sumptuous skin I have ever seen. The sight made my vision blur red with want, and need.She pushed herself up on her elbows, chest heaving, those defiant eyes wide but not afraid. Never afraid. Even now, even with my wolf riding me so hard I could barely see straight, apart from the two twin peaks that seemed to draw

Chapter 78: The Morning AfterKIERANDawn broke through the windows, painting Elena's skin in shades of gold and rose.I had been awake for over an hour, watching her sleep. I let myself for a few minutes bask in the view that was displayed in my front. I memorized every detail, the curve of her cheek, the way her lashes fanned against her skin, the slight parting of her lips with each peaceful breath.Her hair spilled across my pillow like dark silk. One hand rested against my chest, right over my heart, as if even in sleep she sought connection. The sheets had slipped down to her waist, revealing skin together with marks I had left on her… love bites on her neck, her shoulders, the swell of her breasts.Evidence of my claim. Visible proof of what transpired between us.Mine.The word echoed through my mind, my wolf's voice mixing with my own until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.She stirred slightly, a soft sound escaping her lips, and I felt myself harden agai