《TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING》全部章節：第 161 章 - 第 170 章

HabeelaI could not stop thinking about Zevran after we parted.His words followed me all the way back to the palace, no matter how hard I tried to push them aside. I kept remembering everything. I still did not know whether I believed every word he had said, and that bothered me more than I wanted to admit.Part of me wanted to forgive him. Another part kept reminding me that he had approached me with a purpose and that everything between us had started as a lie. I hated that I could still care about him after knowing that. I hated even more that when he had looked at me and told me he loved me, some stubborn part of my heart had wanted to believe him.By the time I reached the palace, I had convinced myself that I would give myself time to think before making any decision.Then I saw the guards running through the entrance hall.Something inside me immediately tensed up.I stopped one of them before he could disappear down the corridor. “What happened?”The guard turned toward me, a

RaguelI reached down between us, my fingers sliding through the slick folds of her pussy. She was soaking wet, ready for me. For a few minutes, I circled her clit with my thumb, and she cried out, her hips bucking against my hand. I did it again, slower this time, feeling the little nub harden under my touch.I was tempted to spend the night like that, but the desperate way she was grinding against me told me she wanted more.“Raguel,” she gasped, breaking the kiss to drag in a ragged breath. Her eyes were wide, dark pools of desire and disbelief. “I… I want…”“Shhh,” I murmured, my lips trailing along her jaw, down the sensitive column of her throat. I nipped at the skin just above her collarbone, and she arched against me with a sharp cry. “I know.”I lowered my head, capturing her mouth again as my hands began to explore. I traced the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist. She shivered, her hips rocking in a silent, desperate plea. I could smell the sweet, musky scent of her arou

HabeelaThe search party left before sunrise, while the palace was still quiet. I walked near the middle of the group, with Zevran a few steps behind me, trying to focus on the mission rather than the fact that he was there.We were following reports of remaining Iron Claw movements outside the territory, hoping to find some indication of where their warriors had gone after the attack and, more importantly, whether they were preparing for another one.The forest grew thicker as we moved farther from the palace, and the morning air carried the damp smell of leaves and earth. I listened to the warriors discussing tracks they had found along the road, but I still found myself glancing at Zevran from time to time.He looked completely out of place among the werewolves, especially without their heightened senses or strength, yet he never complained. He just kept walking with the small pack he had brought, staying close enough to the group that no one had to worry about losing him.After se

LyraThe training sessions quickly became a regular part of my mornings, and before long, I realized how much I had started depending on them. At first, every session with Raguel had felt like another test I needed to survive. I had been tense and constantly afraid of losing control of the strange power inside me.But with time, that fear began to fade. Raguel never made training easy, but he never treated me as fragile either. He pushed me when I needed it, corrected me when I became careless, and made me repeat movements until I finally understood them.What I enjoyed most was surprising him.One morning, he stood several feet away with his arms crossed as I attempted to move a large stone without touching it.“Again,” he said.I wiped the sweat from my forehead and glared at him. “I've already done it six times.”“And you've failed six times.”“I moved it about three inches. That should count.”Raguel's mouth twitched as though he was trying not to smile. “You are becoming very con

RaguelBefore dawn, I made my way back to the palace. I had barely settled into my study when the first report arrived.I was standing by the window, gazing out, when Emily entered with a folder tucked beneath her arm. The look on her face told me the news wasn’t going to improve my morning.“What is it this time?” I asked.She placed the folder on the table and opened it. “Iron Claw is regrouping.”My eyes moved over the marked territories. “How many are they now?”“Enough to concern us. They’ve gathered more warriors since the attack, and we’ve confirmed that several smaller packs are quietly supporting them.”I frowned. “Which packs?”She gave me the names.None of them surprised me individually. Together, they were another matter.“They’re not openly declaring their support,” she continued. “They’re sending food, weapons and warriors through neighboring territories. If we move against Iron Claw now, those packs may decide to join them publicly.”I leaned over the map, studying the