All Chapters of Sold To A Cursed Lycan Prince : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Vinn began to open his eyes and was welcomed by the spring of warm water gliding across his skin. So warm and so soothing that he shivered and muttered words of careless comfortability.Comfort. Too much comfort.The scent of the one who had tormented him returned to the room. And it resumed its undercurrents of delicious torture. Then, he felt her presence nearing again through the haze of magical things. When, he looked around through the blur, there were white butterflies and golden lights and heavy mist. Enchantment. And then...a beautiful lady. Vinncero instantly recognized her. And he couldn't believe his eyes.She was fully unclothed, exposing soft rounded breasts and such a beautiful, curvy body that sent him hardening in all the right places. But still, Vinncero couldn't take his eyes off her face. Full, rosy lips. A very soft, heart-shaped face. Glowing green eyes and such pristine, blonde hair with a small, fallen braid snaking around her smooth collarbone. Even when

"Don't move." Aramisius warned. He was no longer sounding like himself. His muscular body was bucking and flailing like his spirit was about to tear out of his body. Grunts of his pain filled the rooms and soon, he was on the floor. The grunts continued, horrifying Aeryl that she began to sob loudly. But she couldn't move.Aeryl didn't know if she could dare to move or even try to look at him. Her heart wouldn't stop drumming. Her sweating and tears wouldn't stop. Her breathing wouldn't regulate even when she tried. But....Something seemed wrong. She had managed to stop crying and waited, listening....But there remained silence. Except for the ragged gasps amd growls that came from Aramisius at the foot of the bed."Ar-Aramisius?" She stammered. Silence. She couldn't bear it anymore. Her fear remained. She was shaking but oh, she couldn't bear the way Aramisius remained silent. She couldn't hold her inquisitiveness.So, she shut her eyes, took a seep breath and flashed her eyes

Aeryl screamed against the cloth, her body dropping a short distance before her hands caught again. Pain shot up her arms as she clung on, legs slamming against the stone.For a second, she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes flew wide, heart slamming so hard it hurt.No. No, no. She pressed herself against the wall, shaking and forcing herself to look. One of the tied strips had torn. Not fully but enough.The fabric above her strained, threads pulling, threatening to snap apart completely if she moved.Her stomach twisted. If it snapped....She didn’t finish the thought.Think. Think! Think! That was all she could tell herself. One hand held tight that it burned do fiercely while the other fumbled at her side, gripping the edge of her gown. Without hesitation, she tore at it, the fabric ripping unevenly beneath her shaking fingers.Once. Twice. Harder.The sound seemed too loud in the night. She didn't pause. The aching in her arms were becoming too much. Then suddenly she heard distant v

Aeryl stiffened.“I do not understand you, my lady.”The woman held her gaze for a long moment. Then finally took the coins and pressed the vial into Aeryl’s hand.“This will help.” She said and paused. “But it's not enough.”Aeryl swallowed.“What do you mean?”The woman leaned back slowly, her eyes never leaving Aeryl’s.“Whatever is tied to you.…” She said softly. “…will not forget your scent so easily.”Silence stretched between them. So heavy and uncomfortable. Aeryl tightened her grip on the vial, her heart thudding painfully, already jumped into her throat.“I must run now.” She said.For a moment—just a moment—the woman almost smiled. Not kindly or cruelly but knowingly.“Run well, then.”Aeryl didn’t wait. She turned and disappeared back into the narrow streets, the vial clutched tightly in her hand and the unsettling feeling that she had just been seen lingering in her heart. And in the depths of her mind, she saw his eyes again. Like the orbs of a flashing beast. *******

Aeryl’s body trembled violently as consciousness returned in fragments.Voices. Stone. The smell of iron.Then....When she finally opened her eyes, she saw the witch.Bound by iron shackles, kneeling but eerily unterrified.“No.…” Aeryl’s voice broke instantly, her fingers reaching to clutch Aramisius’ sleeve helplessly. That was when she realized she had been handcuffed. “No, no, no. Please, I beg you.”From beside her, Aramisius did not look at her. His gaze remained fixed ahead, expression stone cold.“This woman....” He said slowly, his voice carrying across the courtyard. “....assisted in the concealment of my Luna.”A small murmur rippled through the gathered guards.Aeryl shook her head frantically, tears spilling fast. “It wasn’t her fault! Please, Aramisius! Please! I went to her. She.... she didn’t know. Aramis, please!”His hand came up not to hurt her but to warning peel her hands off his sleeve. The gesture alone silenced her and that scared her more.“I gave one comm