All Chapters of Sold To A Cursed Lycan Prince : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Fuck you till your death, cursed lycan!"The man's yells died the moment the lycan prince's bullets finally ran out.He remained kneeled but half-dead. The prince stood and watched until the man's heart stopped beating. Then the man fell with a thud on the marble.When the prince spoke, it was like the deepest rumble of thunder. It was dangerously gentle, rich and belly-tightening."Behead the traitor. Send my message to his king."A dark hooded servant ran forward and took away the dead man who shapeshifted into a wolf.Another servant handed the prince a kerchief as he took off his gloves.Servants in black remained knelt and bowing."My lord." One said at last, raising his head. "Preparations are ready. By sundown, the girl will be delivered."Prince Aramisius's silver-red eyes, slitted."Delivered like cattle? Does she come willingly?""No, my lord. They chose her... because you said if they did not...." The servant paused. "....their children would burn. She is not agreeing."H

Its sides glittered with silver that shined under moonlight. One torch fell from a village man's hand and went out. Instinctively, they all knelt and bowed.The carriage slowly moved forward. Sharp-edged and unmistakable: the mark of the Lycans city of Theartera.A man dared to lift his head. From one stallion, a rider's pale eyes met his, infinite and cold. Then, the rider's voice, smoothly rose."Continue. My lord will bring her in himself."The carriage rattled past, raising dust.The kneeling men stayed down until the sound faded. Even then, their limbs shook, sweat dripping despite the cold.They didn't need to hunt.The prince himself was in the woods and the girl was already his.********Aeryl tugged open the tent flap, careful and hopeful for at least a little comfort.Inside: mildew, rust and darkness. She exhaled, shaky, brushing hair from her damp face.Just one night. Just enough to rest.She bent to widen the entrance. Behind her, Myrrh smelled the grass, crunching the

Aeryl gasped, her breath scattering. His grip pinned her there, firmly, every beat of her pulse hammering beneath his palm."Careful. You don't know what you're walking into, hybrid," Aramisius hissed, his lips grazing her ear. "You should know your enemies. I am one of them.""What... do you want from me?"His eyes burned red-silver, cutting into her."All. Of. You."The words entered her bones. But there was something else in his gaze. Something starved, something tied to her."I'll do all I can to end you just like you did to Myrrh." Aeryl swore, looking him straight in those dangerous, beautiful eyes.Suddenly, he pressed her wrists above her head, his body pinning hers, heat radiating from him like fire. The wall bit into her back. She struggled, clawing at his grip, but every movement only made his hold stronger.He tilted her head by her hair, his face lowered till his mouth rested on her throat. She felt his fangs brush her skin, her pulse drumming beneath them.She whimpered.

Meanwhile, Aeryl was being held out of the tub that was filled with roses and warm milk when it hit her.A very strong pull. Her breath caught sharply as pain slammed deep in her chest. The calm the roses had given her shattered all at once. She gasped and pushed herself upright.The room felt wrong. Too quiet. Too still. Her handmaids quickly covered her and helped her sit. Then, they exited the room.Her heart began to race.Then....Pain.It was not hers.A sharp, nauseating twist rolled through her stomach, so sudden she barely had time to lean forward before her body reacted. Her throat burned. Her palms went cold.“No....” she whispered, clutching the sheets.Her gums ached.The sensation startled her so badly she lifted her hands to her cheeks, fingers trembling. The pain wasn’t strong, but it was specific. Deep. Throbbing. As if something inside her jaw was pushing outward.Images swiped in her eyes.Stone, darkness, the faint echo of water striking a basin. Thunder. Witches

At the far end of the corridor stood a princess, taller, older, dressed in flowing silks that shined even in the dim light. She moved forward slowly, her expression one of concern.Aeryl wiped her eyes with shaking hands. "I-I just needed... I can't-"The princess knelt before her, smoothing the gown gently over Aeryl's bare shoulders as though she were an older sister."Hush now. Don't fight the tears. I know he is... overwhelming. More than most can endure." Her voice was calm, deliberate, full of understanding.Aeryl choked back another sob. "I didn't want him to. I didn't stop him....""I know." The princess murmured, dabbing softly at her cheeks with her folded kerchief. "I know what he is capable of. You're not the first he's unsettled. And you won't be the last." She sighed deeply.She gently helped Aeryl to her feet.For a moment, Aeryl felt a flicker of relief that someone believed her, someone understood. She leaned into the princess' hand, desperate for the comfort."You mu