Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan King's Auction Prize: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 18

Before Ronan could ask me anymore questions, the music shifted. The loud, intense, military-style drumming of the northern packs suddenly fades out, giving way to a completely different kind of music. This new song isn't just background noise; it is a specific, sacred, or formal piece of music. Everyone hearing it in the room knew it was time for a ritual dance, to celebrate two rival groups forming alliance together. ​"Dance with me," Ronan commanded suddenly.I blinked, looking up at him in shock through the sheer fabric of my veil. "Are you mad? Everyone is watching."​"Exactly," he said, his dark smile returning, sharp and dangerous.​"An Alpha dancing with a mysterious, hidden stranger is exactly what this court would love to whisper about. But while they are busy staring at us, trying to understand out who you are, they’ll completely miss what’s happening in the dark. Corvin playing the game, messing with Wren's head."Without waiting for my agreement, he at once pulled me on

He didn't need to be told twice. With his heart hammering against his ribs, Corvin gripped his mangled arm and ran for his life, his boots slapping frantically against the floor of the service hallway.I could hear the sound of his heavy boots against the cold stone until the it faded into the distance.With the panic gone, reality crashed back in. The heat in my veins was suddenly replaced with a cold chill and I just stood there shivering. I took a deep breath and wiped the hairpin clean against the stone wall in one fluid motion, then tucked it back into my hair, burying the evidence of what I’d just done.I needed to get back to Ronan's quarters; I needed to lock the door, just as he said I should.Keeping my head down, I hurried down, sidestepping the main pathways where anyone could spot me, I didn't let myself stop until I had safely arrived at the heavy oak door of Ronan’s private chambers. I slipped inside, closing the door behind me, and immediately threw the iron deadbol

The moment the door clicked shut, Ronan turned to me, gripping his hands on my shoulders. His eyes were widely open, they were dark with an agonizing mix of fury and fear."Why did you agree to that?" He asked, he whispered harshly. "We could have captured her, and I will just end everything here."​"And then what, Ronan?" I asked, as I couldn't hold myself any longer, a tear finally dropped from my eye. "Aldric would have slaughtered you. The Thorneclaws would have destroyed everything. You know she has my tokens, so she knows what we are to each other."Ronan pulled me closer to his chest, burying his face in my hair. He held me so tightly that I could barely breathe, his heart beating in perfect sync with mine."I don't care about the pack laws, Devlin. All I care about is you. The moment I smelled that human's blood in the hallway, I thought" he paused and breathed out, "I thought I had lost you."I smiled and whispered, "You didn't lose me," I then held tight his leather armor,

Corvin swallowed hard, the sharp tip of the blade leaving a tiny red bead of blood on his throat and repeated, "Wren? His face drained as I lower the letter from his throat and stepped back. He rubbed the small cut with shaky fingers starring at me like I had become a stranger. “Then tell me why Wren keep mentioning dawn?" He asked me his voice cracking. “Because the treaty isn't about peace,it's about ownership.” I said, ”Once those papers are signed Aldric controls the trade route, the mines the boarder gate and every chief who depends on them." Corvin swallowed hard. Uncertainty filled the room which made it feel smaller and colder than before. “Do you think you will be made chief, they will use you until your signature dries and they will discard you.” I continued. Corvin opened his mouth, but no words came out. He closed it and looked away understanding now that I understood his weakness better than anyone else. Wren had support, wealth, promises, legitimacy, everything h