All Chapters of The Lycan king's Forbidden Obssesion: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Serena's POV The snow burned my knees through the holes in my trousers, and I had been kneeling for what felt like hours, though time moved differently when you were waiting to die, and I had been waiting to die for as long as I could remember.The chains bit into my wrists, and the metal was so cold that it felt like fire, colder than the snow beneath me and colder than anything I had ever felt in my twenty-three years of surviving a life that had never wanted me.I did not look up at the Lycan nobles who lined the courtyard of the ice Castle, and their golden eyes were glowing in the dim light of the frozen torches, and their smiles showed teeth that could tear me apart in seconds. I had learned long ago not to give them my tears, because tears were weakness, and weakness was punished, and I had been punished enough for one lifetime."You were always good for nothing," my father's voice echoed in my memory, and they were the last words he had said to me before they put me in the ch

Serena's POV The room had a fire, and that was the first thing I noticed when the guard shoved me through the doorway and closed the door behind me with a click that echoed in my ears like the sound of a cage locking shut.It was a real fire, with logs burning and flames dancing and heat pouring off it in waves that made my frozen skin ache because I had not been warm in weeks, not since the guards had taken me from my father's house and put me in chains and dragged me north across the frozen border.I heard the lock click, and I heard the guard's footsteps retreat down the hallway, and then I was alone in a room that looked nothing like the dungeon I had been expecting.There was a bed, a real bed with blankets and pillows and a wooden frame, and a table with food, bread and cheese and a pitcher of water and a cup, and a wardrobe against the wall that I did not open because I did not trust it, and a window set high in the wall, too high to reach and too small to climb through.But t

Serena's POV The nobles smiled at me whenever I walked through the halls of the ice Castle, and that was how I knew they wanted me dead, because I had learned to read smiles a long time ago, back when I was a child who needed to know whether the person approaching her was going to hurt her or just walk past.My stepmother had smiled before she hit me, a wide bright smile that never reached her eyes, and my father had smiled before he locked me in the cellar, a thin tight smile that said he was doing something he knew was wrong but did not care enough to stop. The guards had smiled before they put me in chains, and their smiles were cold and empty, smiles that said I was nothing to them but just a job and a body to be moved from one place to another.A smile was a weapon in this world, and the nobles of the ice Castle had the sharpest smiles I had ever seen, smiles that cut like knives and left wounds that did not bleed but still hurt just as much.They watched me from doorways and fr

After Camila left, I sat in the silence for a long time, with her words echoing in my head like the ringing of a bell that would not stop. "No one cannot save anyone." I did not know if she was warning me or telling me the truth, but either way, it settled into my chest like a stone, heavy and cold and impossible to ignore.The fire crackled and popped, throwing shadows against the walls that looked like they were dancing, or maybe reaching for me. I pulled my knees tighter against my chest and pressed my back harder against the headboard, but the shadows did not come closer, and the fire did not burn brighter, and the room stayed exactly as it was.I needed to move.My legs had gone numb from sitting in the same position for so long, and my back was screaming from being pressed against the hard wood of the headboard, and my neck was stiff from the angle I had been holding it. I needed to stand and to walk, to do something other than sit here waiting to die.I pushed myself off the be

I fell asleep that night with my back against the headboard and my eyes on the door, the way I always did, the way I had learned to sleep when I was a child and my stepmother roamed the halls looking for someone to hurt.But something was different this time. The room was darker than usual, the shadows were deeper, and the cold seemed to press against my skin like a living thing.I did not dream at first. All I saw was empty, endless, suffocating darkness, like being buried alive in a grave that had no bottom. I floated in that darkness for what felt like hours, weightless and lost, with no sense of where I was or how long I had been there or whether I would ever find my way out.Then I heard her voice."Serena."My mother's voice echoed through the darkness, so soft and warm and so familiar that my heart lurched in my chest."Mama?" I called out into the darkness.But she did not answer. She just kept saying my name, over and over, like a song that had no end. And the closer her voic