Todos los capítulos de The Lycan King’s Cursed Curvy Mate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

RHAIN My vision blurs momentarily, fury simmering inside of me.Bella's body suddenly goes lax beneath me, then she arches hard, letting out a low, mocking laugh."Oh, your majesty," she purrs, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness. "Still trying to play the devoted husband? How sweet."The pair of warm blue-grey eyes I've come to crave is gone. In its place is a pair of pitch black ones.Kyara.One of the dead ones. The one who screamed the loudest before she died."Get out," I growl, but my voice is already thickening with the incense's pull. My limbs feel heavier.Kyara smiles. She rolls her hips, dragging my wife's soaked cunt along the head of my cock. "Make me. You always were pathetic at keeping your brides alive. Now you think you can keep her? The one who cursed you?"She laughs again and suddenly pushes herself up, taking half my cock in one brutal motion.I hiss at the tight, wet heat. Even possessed, my queen’s body is still immensely responsive.Bella's fingers

BELLA Father's grip on my hand tightens almost painfully as he leans closer, his voice urgent. "The healers have tried everything else. Your mother's lungs are failing. She coughs blood every night." My stomach twists. Mother has always been frail, but hearing it like this terrifies me. "What does it look like?" I whisper. Father glances around the courtyard, then he continues. "It's about the size of a large egg. Pure silver-white with a soft inner glow, like moonlight trapped inside a crystal. There are faint golden veins running through it, almost like cracks of sunlight. You'll know it when you see it. It's hidden somewhere deep in the palace, probably in the royal vault or the King's private chambers." He presses the folded paper back into my palm and closes my fingers around it. "Keep this secret, Bella. From everyone. Especially from him. If the King finds out you're looking for it, he'll see it as a threat. Just find it. Bring it to me. For your mother." I nod slow

BELLA The training area is a vast, beautiful room with high arched windows and weapons lining the walls.Her highness stands in the centre, tall, regal, and terrifying in a deep blue dress that makes her golden eyes look even brighter.She scans me from head to toe with a detached expression."Sit," she orders, gesturing to a low cushion across from her.I obey, folding my legs beneath me.She begins without preamble."A queen is not a wife. She is a weapon. A shield. A poison. And sometimes, a necessary sacrifice." Her voice is smooth, but every word is icy. "You are currently none of those things."I flinch.For the next hour, she tears into my posture, my speech, the way I look at people, and the way I breathe.It makes me want to scream. But I've always been polite to my elders. So, I can't do that.At one point she makes me walk across the room ten times while balancing a book on my head, criticizing the sway of my hips, the angle of my chin, and even the sound of my foo

BELLA "Rhain?" My voice cracks. He doesn't respond."Rhain!" I shove at his shoulders, but he's dead weight. I manage to roll him onto his back, my hands shaking as I cradle his face.His skin is burning hot and damp with sweat. His beautiful violet eyes are closed, his lashes dark against his pale cheeks."No, no, no—" I pat his face, then slap it lightly. "Wake up! Rhain, please!"Tears blur my vision. I'm already attached. Gods, how did this happen so fast? This terrifying, murderous king who just slaughtered a woman in front of me... might be dead. And worse, I'm terrified because I don't want him to be.If he dies, they'll say I killed him. They'll execute me. But that's not even the worst part anymore.The worst part is how much it hurts.A ragged, painful breath suddenly tears from his throat. His body jerks, sweat dripping down his temples. His eyes flutter open weakly.He blinks, then gives me a weak smile."Fuck... the sex was that good, huh?" he rasps, his voice hoarse.

BELLA My fury vanishes for one horrifying second. Because he looks beautiful. Rhain looks like something carved out of temptation itself, standing there in the doorway with his dark hair pushed back and his black shirt stretched across his broad chest.And somehow, infuriatingly, he still manages to look majestic while obviously sick.His skin is slightly paler than usual. There are faint shadows beneath those glowing violet eyes. But the lazy smirk on his mouth is fully intact.The bastard."You wanted to see me, butterfly?"His voice slides over my skin like warm whiskey, and I tighten my grip on the dagger hidden behind my back.Absolutely not.I am not getting distracted by his stupidly gorgeous face again.Behind me, one of the guards is clutching his arm where I may or may not have stabbed him with a decorative fork ten minutes ago. In my defense, he deserved it.I lift my chin slowly."You lied to me."Rhain's expression doesn't change. But his eyes sharpen. The air betw