Semua Bab THE CURSED LYCAN PRINCESS; HER ULTIMA REMEDY: Bab 11 - Bab 19

Caralyn jerks awake at the sound of a long scream.Her eyes move to the small clock on her bedside table, and it reads five O’clock in the morning.She slowly sits up, willing her fast heartbeat to slow down. She knows where the scream is coming from, and she also knows those screaming; it’s been going on for three days.She doesn't know who is doing the torturing, but she knows that the Supreme Ultima is the one supervising it. After Riccardo had heard the news Alessio relayed to her four days ago, he stormed out of the room. Within some span of hours, he had summoned Mrs Hale for questioning. Caralyn didn’t even know that until the woman knocked on her door to drop by before she went back to the palace.After Mrs Hale’s statement was obtained, the royal doctor was investigated, and the royal household was thrown into chaos. The perpetrators were finally caught. It was two of the royal doctor’s apprentices. They had confessed to having incorporated abortion potions into one of the li

Caralyn looks up at him with wide eyes.Her senses aren’t only invaded by his manly, dominant scent, but also by his hypnotizing eyes and extraordinary aura. She is seated on her bed, her hands palming the sheets on either side of her.His one leg was between her slightly spread ones, the other leg on the outside of one of her legs. Each of their legs occasionally brushes, depending on the movement of either of them.She almost regrets changing out of her princess gown already. The silky, light nightwear she has on isn’t helping her at all.Or maybe the silky nightwear isn’t at fault, and she is just the one feeling abnormally drawn to him at that moment.Their position again made her recall some scenes; naughty scenes. It’s been exactly three months since she gave her first time to the Supreme Ultima. That doesn’t mean she doesn't remember every single scene from that night.But the scenes are abruptly wiped when she feels the hot, burning feeling that starts to form in her chest. Sh

They both know what those statements from him mean. They keep quiet, feeling guilty for an offense they didn’t even commit. They were no longer repeating what was being said to Riccardo.The Supreme Ultima turns around and starts walking away; they immediately follow.{A few hours later}Alessio pours the strong alcohol into Riccardo’s cup and places the bottle back on the table. Then, he walks around the table to sit on the opposite side of him. They are in Riccardo’s private library.Riccardo places a bookmark on the page he is on and puts the book aside.He picks up the cup and raises it towards his mouth. When it almost reaches his lips, however, he places it back down, pushing it a few inches backwards.Alessio frowns. “Is there something wrong, my Lord?”Riccardo wipes his hand with his handkerchief. “It reeks of your audacity.”Alessio stands up and bows deeply,

Caralyn blinked.Once.Twice.Thrice.She exhales in dissatisfaction before she turns her lowered eyes to the water gun in her hand.“It was not me,” she said in a low voice, knowing there is no way she can prove her innocence now.Alessio curls his lips. The way she looks at the moment amuses him greatly, and he’s trying hard not to laugh.Caralyn hears the ruffle of fabric and seconds later, a cloth falls onto her lap. It’s Riccardo’s suit jacket. She slowly looks up at him with a questioning expression, wondering what she is to do with it.“Wash it,” he says coldly before walking out of the kitchen.Alessio and Enzo trail after him.“I’m a princess!” Caralyn whisper-yell.She flings away the suit jacket and makes a sarcastic face. “WaSH It,” she says with a deep voice, mocking Riccardo.“Also,” Riccardo’s voice

Princess Caralyn is stuck.Stuck on decision-making. She has selected two different outfits from the few non-princess outfits she possesses. And now, she can’t decide which of the two to choose.The number of normal clothes that Caralyn has could be held in one hand, but talk about royal gowns? She has enough to fill a whole room. And that isn’t an exaggeration because back at the palace, she has a walk-in closet filled with nothing but her princess gowns.She is always in a gown and rarely has the opportunity to dress herself in casual clothing.Even for school, she wears her light princess gown, since everyone knows who she is. And being the firstborn princess of the royal household requires her to behave like one, both inside and out of the palace. She once told Mrs Hale that she was glad she wasn’t born in the historical era. Because she couldn’t imagine herself in their typical heavy and full princess gown that could barely be walked in. Mrs Hale had laughed it off, but Caralyn