《TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

LyraI was sitting with Raguel in his room when he told me Miguel might be returning from Hong Kong earlier than expected.He said it casually, almost as if it was just an ordinary update about the weather, but the moment I heard Miguel’s name, I looked up from the book resting in my lap. My attention had been on the book for the better part of the afternoon, but immediately, the page became less interesting than the information Raguel had just given me.“Miguel is coming back?”Raguel nodded. “He requested permission to return earlier than planned.”I closed the book slowly, keeping a finger between the pages before finally letting it fall shut. There was really nothing alarming about Miguel returning ahead of schedule, yet the timing immediately made me curious. He had been sent to Hong Kong for a diplomatic mission, and I had assumed he would remain there until the matter had been properly settled.“Did something go wrong?” I asked.“No.”His answer came so quickly that I found mys

MiguelMy return to the palace gave me the perfect opportunity to rebuild Lyra’s trust in me, but I knew better than to move too quickly. To be honest, I was tempted to force my way back into her life, especially after being away for a while. But I understood that with time and care, we could go back to being buddies.Besides, if I wanted her to lower her guard, I needed to give her a reason to do it herself. The trust had to come from her, gradually, until she no longer felt the need to question my intentions.That meant patience.I found her later that afternoon in one of the palace sitting rooms. Lyra was alone in the quiet room, reading a book. The way her eyes remained fixed on the same page and the distant look in her eye told me she wasn’t really reading.When she noticed me, she closed the book. “Miguel.”“Hello, sister-in-law.” I smiled and approached slowly, making sure to stop at a respectful distance. “Do you have a moment?”She stared at me for a while before nodding. “Of

HabeelaI finally agreed to meet Zevran because I was tired of both having answers to the questions in my head.That didn’t mean I had forgiven him. It didn’t even mean I was ready to believe him. I only needed to hear his explanation for myself, without running away halfway through it this time. After that, I could decide what I wanted to do with the pieces of my heart he had left behind.We met in a quiet café away from the palace, somewhere public enough that I wouldn’t feel trapped and private enough that we could speak without everyone around us listening.I arrived first and chose a table near the window. My hands were cold despite the warmth inside the café, and I kept rubbing my palms together as I waited. I had spent the entire ride telling myself that I was prepared for whatever Zevran had to say, but the tightness in my chest told me otherwise.When Zevran finally walked in, he spotted me immediately. His pace slowed for a minute when our eyes met.Looking at him stirred up

LyraRaguel followed me over the edge with a groan, his hips jerking as he spilled inside me. We collapsed against each other, both panting and sweating, the scent of sex filling the room. We just stayed there, his cock still inside me, our bodies tangled together on the bed. The anger and tension from our argument had disappeared, replaced by something softer.My fingers remained tangled in Raguel’s hair, the slight tremor in my hand betraying the aftershocks still rippling through my body. Raguel’s hands moved up my back in slow strokes, his thumbs tracing patterns along my spine. I shifted against him, the soft linen of his pajama pants scraping against my inner thighs where my panties remained pushed aside. His cock, still semi-hard inside me, twitched with the motion.I lowered my hand from his hair, letting it fall forward to his chest where I could feel his heart hammering against my palm. “No more arguments, Raguel,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from the screaming moments earl

LyraI spent most of the night thinking about the latest letter.I had read it so many times that the words had settled too deeply into my mind, joining everything Miguel had told me until I could no longer separate one thought from the other. Every time I tried to push the letter aside, my mind returned to it, picking apart each sentence and weighing it against everything I already knew.I laid on the bed, facing the ceiling as the thoughts swirled in my head. My thoughts returned to Miguel’s words. He had refused to explain, leaving me with more questions than answers. Whatever he knew, it was clearly something he did not want to discuss, and that alone had been enough to keep my mind restless.Then there was Raguel.I couldn’t deny that he’d been keeping things from me. He said he was protecting me, but how was I supposed to know whether that was the truth when I didn’t know what he was hiding? I wanted to trust him. I did trust him, at least in the ways that mattered, but trust be