Sold To A Cursed Lycan Prince のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"Rot in hell, cursed mongrel! My king's fire will scorch your cursed hide to ash!" The dark stone room was a warground and a shotgun was raised to head of the kneeling man. The prince didn't flinch. Instead, his eyes turned darker. "From the other side, whisper to your king. Tell him traitors may not cross my path." The prince replied in a deep rumble that was too calm for a situation like this. It was the true voice of a warrior. "I await the day you fall to your curse's clam. Nations wil burn you and you shall have no name!" For a moment, the prince's silver-red eyes flicked with hurt.... And then, a sinister smile reached his lips. "You will never know." BANG! The man's yells only ended 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 again, it was like the deepest rumble of thunder. It was dang

Another lady knelt between his knees, tongue worshipping his thighs, hand pleasuring her own core. The third tangled her hands in Santos' hair, pulling his head back for greedy kisses and pressing her aching, hard nipples onto his side. Cries filled the hall from different directions. Pantings, pleadings, the bang of wild sex and the rustle of clothes. Santos cruelly laughed under his breath, amused. Even here, in heat, flesh and hot sex, his thoughts turned to his brother, the carriage and the talk of a mate. The hybrid damsel. Santos' lips curled faintly. "Let him chase his little hybrid," Santos muttered. "I'll take the rest of the world." The woman in his lap convulsed as his penis began to slam faster. Her tears of enjoyment trickled down her breast, her moans changing into ragged cries that bordered on madness. "Please..." she gasped, clutching him tighter. "Don't stop. Fuck my damned pussy!" Santos suddenly tossed her shivering body aside. The one on her knees was

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