All Chapters of The Lycan King's Secret Heirs : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Daisy The car ride was unbearable..Not loud unbearable, not chaotic unbearable, just painfully quiet in a way that made every shift in the bond feel amplified.Caspian sat across from me in the backseat, dressed in dark clothes that somehow made him look even more controlled than usual. One arm rested against the window beside him while the other remained loose against his thigh, but nothing about him was actually relaxed.I could feel the restraint on him from here.The bond stayed strangely muted between us, not gone, just compressed tightly beneath the surface like he was physically forcing it down.It should’ve made me feel better. Instead, it made me nervous.I stared out the window for several minutes before finally speaking. “Why isn’t Octavian coming?”The second his name left my mouth, Caspian’s jaw tightened.That was my answer. He didn’t look at me, didn’t respond, didn’t even acknowledge the question verbally, but the shift in the bond was immediate enough that I stoppe

Octavian I didn’t go to my room after leaving Daisy outside. I should have. Instead, I ended up in the west sitting room with a glass of whiskey in my hand that I hadn’t touched in nearly twenty minutes.The ice had already melted completely, but I stared at the amber liquid anyway, my jaw tight while silence stretched heavily around me.For the first time in years, I couldn’t organize my own thoughts properly.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Daisy stepping out of that car flushed and kissed raw beneath the evening light while Caspian looked beside her like a man who’d finally gotten exactly what he wanted.And worse? I saw the way she kissed him back. She didn't do it out of obligation or because she was confused. She'd done it out of instinct and because she wanted to.The memory hit harder than I wanted to admit.I leaned back slowly against the chair and exhaled through my nose, but the pressure in my chest refused to ease.Interesting. I guess jealousy physically hurt more

Daisy The amusement park should’ve felt like an escape. Instead, it felt like walking through a battlefield dressed up as joy.Bright lights stretched across the pathways in looping colors, stalls shouted over each other with laughter and music, and the scent of fried sugar, caramel, and popcorn hung thick in the air. Rides spun overhead in flashing arcs, screaming passengers cutting through the sky before dissolving into laughter again.Everything was loud, and alive, but still, I couldn’t breathe properly, because I was stuck between them.Caspian stayed close from the moment we arrived, like it was instinct more than intention now. His hand kept finding my lower back without warning, guiding me through crowds, and pulling me just slightly into him when someone passed too close. I noticed that this time it wasn't dramatic or performative. Just constant, like he couldn’t help it anymore.Octavian, on the other hand, didn’t touch me unless he had to, but he watched, and worse, he

Daisy Of all the things I expected Caspian to say, those were the last things I saw coming, but the pathetic part? My pussy throbbed violently just at the thought of him fucking me all over again. Around us, the rain didn’t slacken. If anything, the downpour grew heavier, the drumming on the wooden roof of the gazebo turning into a wild, frantic rhythm that matched the roaring inside my chest. The cold mist coated our skin, making us both slick, but instead of cooling us down, the water felt like oil thrown onto an open flame.The bond didn't just pulse, it snapped completely out of control, like a feral, starving beast that demanded everything. We were clawing at each other like lifelines, the hatred and the fury from earlier melting into a pure, desperate addiction.Before I could even think about pulling away or gathering the torn fabric of my dress, Caspian gripped my hips. With a surge of effortless, dominant strength, he lifted me entirely off my feet and slammed my back ag

Fifty Three Daisy The panic that Octavian left me with didn't fade. Instead, it intensified, clawing its way up my throat as I hurried down the dark, silent corridor toward Caspian’s quarters.The closer I got, the more the bond began to thrash beneath my ribs. It didn't feel like the smooth, heavy pull from the car, or even the white hot explosion from the gazebo. It felt like glass shattering repeatedly inside my chest. By the time I reached his door, I was panting, my hand trembling as I gripped the handle. I didn't knock, I just pushed it open and the scene inside stopped the breath in my lungs.Caspian’s quarters were in a state of absolute, self destructive chaos. A heavy wooden chair lay splintered against the far wall while a crystal jug had been shattered against the hearth, the dark liquid pooling like blood across the stone. While the room was a total mess,it was Caspian himself who terrified me. He was pacing, his shirt torn open at the collar, his dark hair a wild,