บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King Stolen Heirs: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Irina.His question came to me as a surprise. I didn't know how to react or what to say in response."I, uhm, I."Shit. Of course he would see the marking of being claimed on my neck. I had initially covered the spot with my hair but I hadn't thought much of it because everyone's eyes were on the famous people at the ball.Not on escorts.The only reason people even looked my way when I entered was solely because of the dress I had chosen and the man I had walked in beside. Nobody could care less about me otherwise."It's fine if you don't want to tell me. I understand matters like this.""Oh no, no, it's not that, it's just." Ridge cut me off."Irina. Look at me. Breathe." He held my hand in his. "I know you have a mate. And I know it's the King. I figured that out when Alden told me the King would hang him if he found out I hit on you."My heart dropped dramatically. "What?"Ridge nodded then walked forward slowly. I watched him sip from his cup, his hands resting gently on his walk

Irina I wanted to be held by the wall and mounted so hard that I screamed his name at the top of my lung.I wanted to hold him so tight, that he misses freedom and I wanted all of him to myself, I couldn’t think of any other thing that I wanted to do that didnt invove me stripping naked and oing so many unholy things to him.The tension in car was out of the roof, I could barely sit without feeling rh moist pooling down my panties, he on the other hand ha his head theone bnack on the sit like he alays does when he was trying to calm himself down.I wasn't as self restrained as him I couldn’t just sit here, and let my insides explode, or wait on him, it wasn’t just about breeding anymore, my bodyu called out his name.i couldn’t bear the silnce either. I know he felt the tensuion I felt while we were on the wilse, I also knew ht e sparked a new feeling in both our hearts, but I knew the king too well to know he wouldn’t accept it.“The red dress. Do you like it.” My little comment ma

IrinaThere was nothing that could prepare me for the pain I woke up to the next day. A wave of nausea, a maddening headache, and a very, very sour mood. I couldn’t comprehend which part of my body needed the most attention.My head or my sour mouth.After the King and I came back last night, I was still partly drunk. Apparently, he had no idea how much I had drunk till I ate dinner and ran back and forth to the toilet all night trying to free myself from the constant influx.It was a whole new experience.The memory of last night all came back to me, scene after scene, and it almost crippled me with shame.Oh goodness, let the floor open and take me whole. I didn’t want to open my eyes at all, I didn’t want to face my shame.“Oh goodness,” I moaned again as more images flooded my mind.The King had called one of the helpers in and asked her to bring me drugs for the hangover when I wouldn’t stop throwing up. Then after that, I started running a mild temperature, and he requested the

King SebastianThe conversation concerning the Disposal Protocol still hadn't been concluded. The rulers were still very skeptical about letting rogues into their lands.On one of my journeys in the wild, I discovered an empty land, totally in distress and infertile. It wasn't contained by anyone, so I called the attention of other Alphas, and I suggested we make a gas plant there while extracting minerals from the ground.Priceless minerals, worth generations of money, wealth, and status.The land was empty. I didn't expect anyone to be in it, but now rogues had found it, and they were living there. Not only were they living there, they were also destroying the plants and the environment.They started inhabiting the land, and now they were dying, but the gas plants were at risk.I suggested we make them leave, make them come to our packs and put them in rehabilitation centers, teach them how to be pack wolves again, but everyone else was against it.I founded this project. I had the

IrinaFor a moment, he doesn't respond. Instead, he walks closer to me, closing the gap between us. His breath fanned my face as he stared deep into my eyes, like he was searching for my soul.His ocean-blue eyes pierced through the wall of resentment I built. The tension between us was undeniable. There was no faking it. I wanted him. I had always wanted him.I wanted him more than I thought I would. I wanted to taste his lips, to place my kisses all over his body, to taste him, to be held by him. Every part of my body wanted him, and I couldn't help myself."Why?" I managed to say again, but he moved closer. Leaning forward, his lips slightly brushed against mine. A spark ignited in my heart, and I leaned forward. The little sweet spot between my thighs felt the wave of heat too.Kiss me, I thought, but he just remained there as if gauging my interest.I looked up at him, then found him staring down at me. I wanted to tell him right there that I had feelings for him, that I felt hur