Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold To A Cursed Lycan Prince : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Senora immediately gasped and shook her head.“No. My Princess, I have done nothing.”“You're lying!”“I didn't do anything!”Lilah suddenly began crying as she yelled.“I saw her! I know that face!”Several servants exchanged uncertain looks. Aeryl stared between them, completely lost. And immediately, Senora dropped to her knees, unsure where this implication was coming from and fearing for her life.“My Prince, please!” She cried.She bowed her head to the floor. “I swear I didn't kill Velveta!”Lilah screamed, “She's lying! She's lying!”But Aramisius didn't move. He simply stared at Senora and his Lycan senses immediately began to search her. Her scent was there. So normal for a young Lycan girl. Nothing obvious.Senora lifted her tear-filled eyes toward him.“Please believe me, My Prince.”Aramisius said nothing. Then his gaze moved briefly to the old witch. The old woman was staring at Senora but not accusing her and not defending her.Just watching.And somehow, that unsettled

Aramisius continued.“Your family has waited long enough. Once the marriage is formally completed, they can return to their people.”He paused. “And Aeryl can finally have her place here without question.”Her mother looked at her daughter and Aeryl remained silent. Then Aramisius spoke again. “But before that, there is something else.”The room became still.“Velveta was murdered.”A small sound escaped Aeryl and Lilah's eyes immediately filled with tears. Aramisius continued. “She was killed by magic.”He explained what the old witch had discovered. The invisible compulsion. The lack of physical evidence. The altered memories. The strange woman. And finally....“The old witch believes the woman may have been disguising herself.”Calista's face had become pale. “That is impossible.”“I saw the evidence myself,” Aramisius replied.Lilah wiped her cheeks. “She didn't deserve that, Your Majesty.”“No,” Aramisius said quietly.Aeryl lowered her head and her mother reached for her hand. A

The figure stopped and Lilah stared at him. For one impossible moment, she wasn't in Theartera anymore. She was somewhere else. Somewhere she couldn't remember. Was there a place she'd been to with her dear Emmett she couldn't remember? But the face in front of her.... she knew it. “Emmett!” Lilah ran toward him and her tears returned. She threw her arms around him. But.... Nothing. Her hands passed through him like he was just some phantom of her imagination. Lilah gasped and she stumbled backward. Her eyes widened in horror. “What…?” The man remained standing before her. He looked down at his own body. Then at her. Lilah began crying harder. “You're here but I can't even touch you.” Her voice trembled. “You're really here.” She reached toward him again but her fingers stopped just before his chest. “Emmett.…” The man slowly raised his hand and his fingers brushed her arm. Lilah gasped. She felt him! Solid and powerful. And so warm. Her eyes widened. “How?” He looke

The agents nodded. “And anything connected to them. I want to know what Ashmark is hiding.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” “You will not be seen.” The three agents bowed again. Aramisius dismissed them. But before they left, he called two young witches into the room. They approached cautiously. “Veil them.” The witches understood immediately.They raised their hands. A thin shimmer of magic moved through the air and settled over the three agents. Their presence seemed to disappear. Even their scent faded and Aramisius watched until they were completely concealed. “Go.” The agents vanished into the darkness. And once again, Aramisius was alone. He returned to the table as the witches hurried away. The night deepened and he continued writing, planning, rearranging and studying. Until the windows had become completely black. Then his eyes fell upon the unfinished drawing Azpen had left behind. Aramisius picked up a pencil. For a long moment, he simply stared at the blank face. Then he

Somewhere in the haze, she heard one of the whores gasp. It was a soft, rhythmic moan. She was fingering herself watching them and had finally reached a shaky orgasm.Another woman was asleep. Senora's mind splintered as Santos tossed her onto her back. And then she saw Santos's expression. His eyes looked past her toward the hall and toward the palace. Toward a woman who wasn't there.Senora's heart twisted. She pushed up against him and took him deeper. She made him look at her."Mine," she whispered.Santos's eyes snapped to hers and he smiled.Then he slammed into her so hard her third orgasm ripped through her. She screamed his name in a long, raw, broken sound and convulsed as if possessed by an unseen spirit.He kept pounding and slamming into her with his stiffened, large cock. Her legs trembled and she came again. Then again and the world blurred.She was shaking, crying and begging as he tossed and turned her here and there."Please, please, Santos....""Again," he commande