The Lycan King Stolen Heirs のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Irina"You look absolutely pathetic, Irina."The voice drips with venom. I slowly turn away from the cracked mirror, my heart sinking into my stomach. My stepsister stands in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest. Stephanie is draped in a stunning red silk gown that hugs every curve of her body perfectly. Beside her stands Elise, my stepmother, looking equally pristine and wearing a scowl that deepens the wrinkles around her mouth."I am just trying to make myself presentable for the Mating Gala," I say. My voice is quiet, barely a whisper. I smooth down the worn fabric of my faded blue dress, trying to hide the fraying hem."Presentable?" Stephanie lets out a harsh laugh that echoes in the small, cramped space. She steps into my tiny, drafty attic room. "You look like a beggar who wandered in from the rogue lands. It is an insult to our family name that you are even allowed to attend.""She is right, Irina," Elise adds coldly. She doesn't even look at me. She stares at the du

Irina The carriage jerked to a violent halt. My bones ached from the freezing, terrifying journey. The heavy iron doors swung open."Get out," the guard barked.I stumbled onto the frozen dirt. The Northern Keep loomed above me in the dark. It was exactly like the nightmare stories. Everyone knew the rumors about the Lycan King. They said his bloodline was cursed. They said his true mate left him years ago and the madness took over his mind. He refused to take a proper Luna ever since. He just bought women, used them for breeding an heir, and buried them when the curse destroyed their bodies. No one survived his bed.Two guards shoved me into the grand hall. The stone floors were like ice against my bare feet."The tribute from the Blackwood pack, Your Majesty," the guard announced. He forced me to my knees.I kept my eyes glued to the floor. My whole body shook uncontrollably."Stand up."The voice was a deep, gravelly rumble. It did not sound like a madman. It sounded like pure, te

IrinaAfter that strange encounter he opens the door and throws me out like I weighed nothing, like I meant nothing, and there I was out of breath, panicked, and confused.What just happened?The sound of things breaking didn't quite stop, but it was the sound of his growl that had me on my feet. I sprinted out of there, pure fear carrying me faster than my legs had any right to go.I had never stood so close to a Lycan shift in my entire life. And though this encounter wasn't by choice, I wouldn't dare let myself be that close to one ever again.Well. Not willingly.I braced myself, picked myself up, and ran back to the room Greta had assigned me. I locked the door behind me and went straight for the bed.So much for getting water.Morning came rather fast, and I barely got two hours of sleep. When Greta walked in, she had a pile of neatly folded clothes in her hands, her eyes dropping to me with the kind of look that made me sit up immediately.It startled me to have her there."Goo

IrinaAfter uttering such nonsense, I heard Greta’s voice in my mind like my own personal thought.“Do not speak unless spoken to.”My hands began to shake, and I held my lips with my teeth, waiting for the lycan king to tear me apart like a worthless piece of meat. I dared not look at him."Well, that is new, I have never seen a woman who wants to take care of horses.” Alden said, but my belly was already holding onto a tight knot.I couldn’t bear the silence anymore, so I decided to peek.Just a little.I caught a glance of King Sebastian staring at me halfway through his meal with his fork suspended in the air regarding me with murderous eyes like he did last night."Well, brother, what do you say about it, would you permit your breeder to go take care of the horses with me, since you have decided to rid me of your company on this very good day.” he said.“No, she’s Xander’s garbage, I don’t need her.” He said, then stood up and walked away, leaving Alden and I there, my head cower

Irina“Sexual poses?” I exclaimed, repulsed by what she said. How could she say that?“Yes, sexual poses,” she replied with a wit on her tongue. I looked at her, hoping to see some form of amusement in her eyes, but she wasn’t joking.“Why? What do you mean?” She pulled me by the shoulder, then carried me like a brat child to the bathroom.“Honestly, it’s hard to even imagine you are highborn. I have worked with a lot of highborn and they all know these thing.” She pulled me into the bathroom and then began to undress me.“Why do I have to learn sexual poses, Greta? I didn’t know that was even a thing.”“It is. The king requires novelty. You wouldn’t want to bore him.” Finally stripped naked, I climbed into the tub, then the faucet was turned on.I imagined the other breeders before me. They learned all these sexual poses to please the king?“Greta?” I called out to the overly paranoid woman.“Yes, Irina, what is it?”“The breeders before me, what happened to them when they failed the