All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan King : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alpha Ryan inserted a third finger, stretching her further. Lyka’s face tensed with overwhelming pleasure, her walls clenching tightly around his thick fingers. Her loud, unrestrained moans filled the office as she rode her stepfather’s hand desperately, hips rolling and grinding against him.“Fuck—yes, Daddy!” she exclaimed, voice breaking with ecstasy.Her climax hit hard. Her body shuddered violently as she squirted around his fingers, soaking his hand and the edge of the desk. She collapsed forward, leaning heavily against Ryan’s broad chest while panting.Alpha Ryan withdrew his fingers with a slick sound and casually cleaned them with a tissue, his expression smug and satisfied.Bang!The door flew open. Elvis burst in excitedly, waving a paper in his hands. “Dad, look at what I got!”Luna Daria followed closely behind. The moment she stepped inside, her eyes narrowed at the charged atmosphere. Her gaze darted between Lyka’s flushed face, the crumpled tissues on the desk, and he

Myra’s heart hammered wildly in her chest as she sprinted deeper into the female army base. Fear clawed at her throat. What was he doing here? Seeing Aiden again felt like a sharp knife ripping open an old wound she had fought so desperately to close. Her wolf, Amelia, whimpered and retreated to the back of her mind, leaving Myra feeling even more alone.She stumbled into a quiet corner of the training hall, slid down the wall, and buried her face in her arms, knees drawn tightly to her chest. Her breathing came in short, ragged gasps as she tried to calm the storm inside her.Aiden lost sight of the ginger-haired figure near the edge of the field. He cursed loudly, slamming his fist against the steering wheel. He had been so sure it was Myra, that familiar curvy silhouette, that unmistakable fiery hair. But what was the point of chasing her now? After everything he had done to hurt her, and everything she had done in return…A bitter, mocking laugh escaped him. He shook his head, star

Myra startled under Matteo’s intense gaze, her heart hammering wildly. “Your Majesty… welcome home,” she whispered hoarsely, bowing slightly. Her voice was dry, her body burning up from within. Something was terribly wrong. Heat flooded her veins like liquid fire. She stumbled, knees buckling as her vision blurred. Her eyes flickered rapidly between vibrant green and glowing amber.Matteo inhaled sharply, the thick, sweet scent of her arousal slamming into him like a drug. He rushed forward, catching her just before she collapsed. “Myra… hey, stay with me.”The moment his arms wrapped around her, Myra’s senses ignited. He smelled so good — masculine, powerful, intoxicating. She threw her arms around his neck, pressing her burning body desperately against his solid frame, seeking relief.Matteo’s jaw clenched. He knew exactly what this was: the full moon heat. And she was strong, clinging to him with surprising force. His cock twitched hard in his pants as he fought for control. “I’ve g

Myra woke up after sleeping for what felt like hours, she gently stretched her hands, her body aching in the most intimate places. It took several moments before her eyes finally fluttered open. She was no longer in Matteo’s room. A sharp pang of disappointment twisted in her chest. She sat up slowly, wincing at the soreness between her thighs, and glanced around her own bedroom.Her gaze landed on an elegant box placed near the dresser, accompanied by a handwritten card. Curious, she picked it up. The bold, aggressive handwriting was unmistakably Matteo’s:“It fits you perfectly.”Her heart fluttered despite herself. What was his aim? She had promised to attend the Lunar Ball, and she would keep that promise, no matter how painful it might become. Amelia tried to speak in her mind, but Myra shut her out completely, refusing to listen to her wolf after the betrayal.She clutched the dress tightly, her knuckles turning white. Why am I so unlucky? The man who turned out to be her mate wa

Myra, who had been quietly comforting Bria in the shadows of the garden, was startled when she heard her name. Both she and Bria raised their heads, looking toward the approaching figure. The woman’s voice was familiar, but with the mask and the dim moonlight, they couldn’t immediately place her.“Who are you?” Myra asked cautiously. Lyka didn’t bother answering. She stormed forward and grabbed the ginger-haired woman by the arm, forcefully turning her around. The moment Lyka saw the masked face clearly, her hand trembled slightly. Then she recovered, letting out a cold, mocking chuckle. “It’s really you,” Lyka hissed. “All this time I thought you were dead or rotting somewhere, and here you are — hiding in the Lycan King’s villa like a parasite. You’ve grown into quite the scheming, conniving little bitch, haven’t you?” Lyka’s grip tightened painfully on Myra’s wrist. Myra struggled, then shoved her away hard. Lyka stumbled backward, nearly losing her balance before catching hers