All Chapters of Sold To A Cursed Lycan Prince : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

For several seconds, Velveta could see nothing. The woman seemed to have disappeared and the lights went out. The darkness was complete now. “Guards?” Her voice trembled and the laughter continued. Not loudly and not normally either. It sounded wrong. Like two men laughing inside a dream. Then.... a small light appeared. Velveta gasped and shifted backwards. The strange hooded woman was standing before her cell and a tiny flame burned in her palm. Velveta stared and the woman smiled. And suddenly, Velveta's fear weakened. She looked at the guards. Both men remained completely still and their faces were strangely blank. But she didn't mind. After all, they were her captors and even if she couldn't, she'd have loved to have them frozen forever for their cruel stern. “Who are you?” Velveta whispered. The woman walked closer and Velveta pressed herself against the wall of her cell. Then the strange woman reached toward the lock. Click. The cell door opened and Velvet

Aramisius jolted awake and his eyes opened sharply. For one terrible second, he didn't know where he was. Darkness surrounded him.There was cold stone, the faint smell of earth. Then softness and warmth. Aramisius froze.Aeryl.She was sleeping in his arms. Her back was pressed against his chest, her blonde hair spread across his arm and pillow. Her breathing was soft and even. She was alive and so safe.Aramisius stared at her. His heart began beating slowly again.Last night returned to him in fragments. The moon. The beast. His claws. Her fear. And then.... her blood. He had hurt her.Aramisius' face tightened. Slowly, he looked down at his hands. They were human again. But he could still feel it. He could still feel the beast beneath his skin. It was waiting.His chest became uncomfortable and something deep inside him shifted painfully, reminding him that the curse had not disappeared. It had only gone quiet.Aramisius swallowed.He should move. He should get away from her. He s

Aeryl stood beside him at the carriage window, staring at the distant kingdom with wide eyes. The enormous walls of Theartera rose against the horizon. Her new home. Her new prison. Or perhaps.... something else entirely. Aramisius came behind her. His arms slowly wrapped around her waist and he sniffed her hair. Aeryl leaned back against his chest. “There it is,” he murmured. Aeryl stared ahead. “Theartera.” She whispered and swallowed. “I thought I would be more afraid.” Aramisius lowered his chin to her shoulder. “And are you?” Aeryl was quiet. Then she turned her head slightly. “Yes.” Aramisius' mouth curved. “At least you are honest. I'll know how to deal with that.” Aramisius stared. Then he suddenly laughed and Aeryl smiled, joy swelling from deep in her chest. For one small moment, everything felt easy. Then, Aeryl looked toward Theartera again and her smile slowly faded. “Aramisius?” “Hm?” “Velveta.” His expression changed and Aeryl turned toward him. “You pr

Velveta was still crying when she heard footsteps approaching.mHer head snapped toward the corridor. “No….” The footsteps stopped outside her cell. Then a guard appeared. “Velveta.” She scrambled backward. “What?” “The Princess has asked to see you.” Velveta's face drained of color. “No.” She gasped. The guard frowned and snapped. “She returned safely. You should be happy.” “No!” Velveta screamed. Then suddenly, her hand flew to her throat and she gasped. Something was squeezing her. Something invisible. Something impossibly strong. Her eyes widened as her fingers clawed desperately at her own neck. “No...!” She gurgled and stumbled backward. The guards froze. “What is she doing?!” Velveta tried to speak, but only a strangled sound escaped her. Her fingers tightened around her throat but she wasn't doing it. Yet, she couldn't stop it. An invisible hand was wrapped around her neck, forcing her own hands to follow its command. “Help….” The word barely e

Aramisius walked through the prison corridor without saying a word. The guard hurried ahead of him, his footsteps echoing against the stone.“My Prince.…”“Where is she?”The guard stopped before the cell. His hand trembled as he reached for the keys. “I don't know what happened.”Aramisius's eyes narrowed. “Open it, Pascal.”The lock clicked and the iron door swung open. Aramisius stepped inside. Then he stopped and his entire body went still.Velveta was lying on the stone floor. She had gone completely stiff and her skin was blue.Her eyes were shut and both of her hands were still wrapped tightly around her own throat.For several seconds, Aramisius simply stared. He couldn't understand what he was seeing.He slowly approached her. “Velveta.…”Nothing.He crouched beside her. His fingers hovered over her face before finally touching her cheek. It was cold. Far too cold for someone who had just died.Aramisius's expression changed. Shock crossed his face and he grumbled. “She was a