บททั้งหมดของ Chained To The Lycan's Bed : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

CHAPTER ONE ~ARIEE~Tonight was going to be special. After four whole years, I was finally going to give my boyfriend something special.I stood outside the Grand Bear Hotel, breathing in slow counts to calm my racing heart. I hugged the gift bag closer to my chest. Inside was a black silk box that held the watch I’d saved for months to buy. It was simple, elegant, and exactly his style. Tonight was not just our fourth anniversary but his twenty-third birthday. The surprise party I’d planned for weeks was waiting upstairs: gold balloons, a three-tier chocolate cake, fairy lights, as well as our friends laughing and ready to cheer when he walked in. And later… just us. I would finally give him my virginity. The one thing I’d kept safe all this time, only for him. My cheeks burned as a tiny squeal escaped my lips. I couldn’t wait to see his face when I told him. I couldn’t wait for his hands to be on me, and his lips whispering how much he loved me. I glanced at my reflection in

CHAPTER THREE~ARIEE~White Coast looked like something out of a dream. No… not a dream. Something far beyond it.The moment our carriage crossed into Lycan territory, the air itself felt different. Cleaner, I dare say. The sky stretched endlessly above us, a pale blue that seemed almost unreal, while the coastline shimmered in the distance like glass beneath the sun. Tall ivory towers rose into the sky, their structures carved with designs that glowed faintly in the sunlight. Silver banners bearing the Lycan crest fluttered in the wind, and the streets below were spotless, lined with people who looked like they had stepped out of a painting.Stunning. Elegant. Powerful. I shrank slightly into myself. Even the lowest-ranked Lycan here looked more refined than the highest-ranking wolves back home. What was I even doing here?“Don’t fall behind.” Fiona’s sharp voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I quickly adjusted the small case in my hands and hurried after her, keeping my head low

CHAPTER FIVE~Ariee~The guestrooms were bigger than any I have ever seen. When I said the Lycans were better than us in everything, I wasn’t exaggerating. The rooms were unbelievably large and spacious with stylish furniture. The art style was one I haven’t seen before. The wall was littered with all kinds of painting, ranging from abstract art to representational art. “Amazing,” the word left my lips before I even realized it. “Ouuuu! Their beds are really comfortable,” Fiona flopped on the bed with glee. “I didn't think their mattresses would be of the highest quality too. They really deserve to look down on us.”I turned to see her eyes flutter close as she enjoyed the feel of the bed. I gulped, a small tinge of jealous brewing in my chest. There was no need for me to hope to understand what she meant. I would never get the opportunity to test it out. At least not while I'm sharing a room with her. The floor was shining brightly, inviting me into it. It was my place after all

CHAPTER SEVEN~Ariee~You know when I said I deserve an award for buttering people up? I probably meant one for having the worst possible luck in history. The one time I decided to be helpful, instead of outrightly saying no, I ended up meeting the very man I was trying hardest to avoid. I must be a joke or something. I was very aware of the eyes boring holes into my skin as the tray hit the floor, drawing the attention I very much didn’t need. I swallowed hard, gripping the hem of my dress tightly as my eyes locked with the mess on the grass. “What is wrong with you?!” The first voice made me flinch. “How hard is it to set down a tray and drop a bowl of fruits beside other bowls?”I couldn’t speak. My heart was beating erratically in my chest. He wasn’t in my line of sight, yet… yet my insides were trembling like he was right in front of me. What was I still doing here? I should leave before this drags more attention and he eventually comes over. “I’m sorry,” my voice felt dry a

CHAPTER NINE~Ariee~Rows of candidates stood arranged in a loose formation at the center, their gowns a blend of color and elegance, each woman carefully positioned as though even standing still was a performance. After breakfast, everyone had been summoned here to received instructions for the first task. My blood pumped with nervousness and anticipation as I tried to image what they would be asked to do. At the far end of the hall, a raised platform stretched beneath a line of dark banners bearing the royal crest. Guards lined both sides, unmoving, their presence heavy and absolute. I stood slightly behind Fiona, as always, my hands clasped neatly in front of me, gaze lowered just enough to avoid unnecessary attention but not so much that I missed anything important.A sharp sound cut through the quiet. “Candidates.” The voice was deep and carried effortlessly across the hall. It belonged to one of the royal officials standing atop the platform—a tall man clad in dark ceremonia