All Chapters of Sold To A Cursed Lycan Prince : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aeryl swallowed and added, softer now."I will be back, mother."Aeryl didn’t remember the walk back to her room.But she knew that many moments ago, she was in his arms and now, she was standing at the door of her chambers.It opened and she stepped in. And everything.… was perfect.The bed had been remade. Fresh, new sheets. Smooth and untouched.Her torn clothes were gone. The floor was polished.The air smelled faintly of roses again, soft and clean. Like nothing had ever happened. Like she had never screamed or she had never run. Like she had never been dragged back.Aeryl stood there, not moving. Her eyes moved slowly across the room. Then she saw it.The wardrobe was open.Inside it were rows and rows of gowns. New ones. Rich fabrics. Silks. Deep colors. Gold-threaded edges. Some darker than what she used to wear… more fitting for his world.More fitting for him.Her throat tightened. Slowly, she walked toward it.Her fingers lifted, hesitantly and touched one of the dresses.

The cloth remained untouched.No one in Aeryl’s chambers dared go near it anymore. Not even Aeryl herself.It sat quietly on the table where the strange woman had left it, harmless-looking beneath the candlelight. Same dried petals and crushed herbs. Thin threads wrapped carefully together.Small and ordinary but very dangerous.Aeryl sat at the edge of the bed while the maids stood gathered near the doors like frightened birds.Every now and then, Aeryl tried again.She tried to remember.But every attempt left her with the same strange sensation as though her thoughts slipped away right before she could fully hold them.It was not erased but disturbed by something unseen. And it terrified her.Because she remembered speaking. She remembered fear. She remembered eyes watching her.But the woman herself…was now blurred at the edges like a dream fading after waking.A knock came suddenly at the chamber doors.The maids startled immediately. Then the doors opened.Aeryl saw her father

The sound of fabric being ripped screeched sharply through the room.Aeryl flinched.Her breath caught instantly.She had seen his once body before.... but somehow this felt different now.Too forbiddenly good to behold in the light of day.And because now she was trapped here with him.The firelight slid across the hard lines of his chiseled chest and big shoulders, catching over, wild fiery tattoos, old scars and dark markings that curled across his skin like living things.Heat radiated off him unnaturally.Aramisius exhaled once, low and irritated, before dragging a hand through his hair.“The scent of those herbs is still in this room,” he muttered coldly to himself. “It is giving me a headache.”Aeryl swallowed hard and looked away immediately.But not fast enough.He noticed. Of course he noticed.“You stare too much. Find a place to sit,” he said flatly.Her cheeks burned instantly.“I was not staring.”“You were.”Aeryl folded her arms tighter around herself.“Then stop walki

Aeryl stood at the doorway longer than she should have.Her mother looked up first.“Aeryl?”Aeryl stepped in slowly, closing the door behind her.“I said I needed to ask you something.”Her voice was steady. Too steady for someone whose world was tumbling down.Her mother’s expression softened, but there was already concern there.“What is it, sweetheart?”Aeryl hesitated. Just for a second.Then....“What happens.… on the wedding night?”There was silence.Her mother didn’t answer immediately.Aeryl swallowed.“I don’t mean what people say,” she added quickly. “I don’t mean stories or rituals or.… pretty words.”Her hands tightened slightly at her sides.“I mean the truth.”That changed everything. Her mother’s face changed into that of worry.“Aeryl....”“I need you to tell me,” she pressed, her voice trembling now despite her effort. “Because no one else will.”There was another pause. Then, quieter....“And he won’t even guess that I know nothing.” She whispered. That landed har

Morning arrived quietly.Soft golden light spilled through the tall curtains, touching the dark chamber in pale warmth and rendering the litters of roses darker.For once,there was peace.No shouting. No running. No witches. No threats. Only silence....And soft snoring.Aramisius’ eyes slowly opened.For several seconds, he didn’t move.Something warm was pressed against him. His arm felt numb and his shoulder felt trapped.Aeryl.Memory returned all at once.His expression flattened instantly.The princess was practically curled attached to his side beneath the blankets, one hand still lightly gripping the front of his shirt.And she was snoring.... softly.Tiny little sounds.Aramisius stared at the ceiling and moved his arm from under her. She didn't stir.The mighty ruler of kingdoms.... reduced to being held hostage by an unconscious, angry blonde.Again.Carefully, he tried to move. Big mistake.The mattress dipped suddenly beneath his weight near the edge and for one dangerous