All Chapters of The Lycan King's Forbidden Human Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Our lips moved in sync, a frantic rhythm that made my head spin. It felt so right, yet so fundamentally wrong at the same time. I felt him press his heavy frame onto me, his muscles hard as stone, trying to mold my smaller body into his. It was like he wanted to merge our skin together so I could never pull away again.I felt the tip of his tongue at my lips, begging for entrance. I clamped my mouth shut, a small, stubborn part of me still wanting to show him I wouldn't just submit to his whims. I wanted him to work for it. But I had forgotten how much of an asshole Lucien was. In the next minute, I felt a sudden squeeze on my backside. A gasp of surprise escaped me, and he seized the opportunity instantly. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, tasting of wine,the expensive kind. We fought for dominance in that kiss, a battle of tongues and teeth, but to no surprise, he won. He always won.When we finally separated, a thin string of saliva connected us for a minute before breaking. I c

The ride into the heart of the city was unlike anything I had experienced back home. Lucien was transformed. The brooding, silent man at the Estate had vanished, replaced by a man who seemed revitalized by the very air of France. He spoke incessantly, filling the cabin of the car with stories of the architecture we passed, the bloody history of the revolution, and the subtle nuances of French werewolf culture. This was the most I had ever heard him talk. I sat there, tucked against his side, watching his profile as he pointed out landmarks. I hadn't realized he could be so chatty, and it made my heart beat with a strange sort of hope. In this light, he didn't look like a terrifying being; he looked like a man who was proud of his roots. “We are almost there,” he noted, his voice dropping into a lower, smoother register. “This building is one of the oldest in the district. It has housed our kind since before the borders were even drawn.”

The sunlight was aggressive, stabbing through the thin curtains of the guest room like needles. I groaned, shielding my eyes as I realized the sun was already high in the sky. I didn't need a clock to know it was near noon; the heavy stillness of the estate and the dry heat of the air told me the morning was long gone. For a few seconds, I lay there in the quiet, forgetting. Then, the memory of the ballroom, the sneering women, and Lucien’s possessive touch crashed back into my mind. My stomach twisted. I dreaded interacting with him after the way I had walked out, but I couldn't hide in this room forever. I finally forced myself out of bed. My body felt heavy, and my mind felt even heavier. I stepped out of the bedroom and into the adjoining living room, but I stopped dead in my tracks. The room had been transformed. I was bombarded by a sea of bags—expensive, high-end shopping bags with gold-embossed logos that screamed of a world I

Just as expected, another round of rejections came in the mail. I shouldn't have been surprised by this, but it still hurt—a dull, persistent ache in my chest that added to the fact I was already mentally down. I sat on the edge of the bed, the blue light of the phone screen reflecting in my eyes as I scrolled through the polite, soul-crushing "no's." I didn't understand why it was so hard for me to find work. Was independence really this frivolous to obtain? Was the world outside this gate specifically designed to keep people like me on the bottom? Instead of dwelling on the feeling of failure, I decided to go out. Since I couldn't leave the estate grounds, I might as well explore the beautiful cage I was trapped in. The estate was everything I had imagined and more. As I walked further away from the main house, the sheer scale of the wealth became overwhelming. I could honestly imagine myself retreating here, hiding from the world in these manicured gardens for the rest of my lif

Lucien pov. We had just finished sparring, and the men and I were taking a break. It was intense, precisely what I needed to bleed off the agitation simmering under my skin. I had been losing my mind over Seraphina’s sudden coldness. Just when I thought my mate and I were finally moving forward, obstacles kept appearing. I was actively looking for ways to bypass the ancient laws banning human-werewolf relationships. She was human, but it was the Moon Goddess’s wish to make her mine. I wouldn't let a law stand in the way of fate. I smelled her during the match. Kael, my wolf, was already howling in my head. My mate was near. Maybe we could move past whatever was bothering her. “Tell the others I don’t want to be disturbed. No visit—” I was cut off by a sound that shattered the air. It shook the estate to its core, sending a minor earthquake through the training grounds. Those without proper balance were left t