Lahat ng Kabanata ng Corrupted By The Lycan King: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Kiera’s pov“Let me make one thing perfectly clear, Kiera. I do not share what is mine. Once those papers are signed, Rafael will never touch you again. If he even tries, I will rip his head off his throat.”Hearing those words had brought an overwhelming sense of relief to my chest. I had absolutely no desire to ever let Rafael touch me again. The very thought of his hands on my skin made me want to scrub myself raw. After leaving Alistair’s chambers, I had rushed to my study, quickly changed into a soft cardigan and nightgown, and slipped down to the kitchen to prepare a mug of chamomile tea. I knew Rafael would eventually realize I wasn't in our bedroom and begin searching for me, so I had timed my return perfectly. When he found me in the corridor, bleeding from his knuckles after slamming his fist into a stone wall out of a bizarre, narcissistic panic, I had played my part flawlessly. I had acted confused, tired, and completely naive. He had believed me. He had pulled me into

Kiera pov Before Rafael could continue his tirade, a frantic knock sounded at the open door. We turned to see a breathless servant standing in the hallway, looking terrified. "Alpha Rafael... Luna Kiera... the Lycan King has arrived. His warriors have surrounded the perimeter, and His Majesty is currently waiting in the grand meeting hall to finalize today's alliance treaty."Hearing those words made the tension in the room shift instantly. All of a sudden, no one cared about Rafael and his rubbish anymore, all attention had turned to the dangerous hungry predator, waiting for us in the meeting hall.I quickly turned back to my vanity, picking up my small handbag and smoothing down my cardigan. I looked at Rafael, and my smile instantly turned cold and victorious. "It seems my future husband is waiting," I said softly. "We shouldn't keep the great King of Ash waiting, Rafael. After all, He isn't known for his patience."Without giving him another glance, I strode past him, with Su

Kiera"I—I” He stuttered then swallowed. “I’ve changed my mind Alistair, I can no longer sign the alliance because I won’t give my wife to you," Rafael said, his voice loud and erratic. WHAT?! My eyes nearly popped out of my head in shock.The elders gasped and One of the oldest wolves, Elder Thomas, stood up. "Alpha, surely you aren't serious? This deal would secure our pack’s prosperity for the next century! We would be the second most powerful pack in the region!" He yelled, not even caring that the price of that so called security is the Luna he is supposed to protect!No, they didn’t care at all, all hey cared about, is how they could fill their pockets with gold and their beds with pretty young girls.They didn’t care what happened to the helpless omega girl that was being exchanged for their greedy.I couldn’t even blame the at this point, because after all, even my own husband didn’t care who’s bed or dungeon I ended up in, that was… until now.I looked up to see that Rafael

KieraThe ink on the final treaty was still wet when Alistair reached into a small, velvet-lined box held by one of his grim-faced guards. He pulled out a collar made of polished, enchanted obsidian. It was heavy and dark, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic violet light that made the air around it feel cold."Come here, Kiera," Alistair said. It wasn’t a request.I walked toward him, my legs feeling like lead. He didn’t just put it on me; he turned me around so that Rafael had to watch every second of the process. I felt Alistair’s large, warm hands brush against my skin, a stark contrast to the freezing temperature of the stone. He clicked the clasp shut, and the magic in the collar flared, sending a shiver through my entire body. It felt like a weight had been tethered to my very soul."Look at her, Rafael," Alistair said, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm. "This isn't jewelry. It’s a mark. It signifies she is my property now. My shadow, my servant, my thing to do with as I please

KieraTheo marched us down a hallway that felt like it belonged in a museum of ancient, expensive, and slightly terrifying history. Everything was black marble, gold leaf, and velvet. It was beautiful, but the air felt thin, like the palace itself was sucking the oxygen out of the room."Welcome to the East Wing, the quarters of all the king’s women. It is currently ruled by the kings favorite concubine Seline, find her and introduce yourself because this place is run by strict laws and heirachy." Theo said, his voice echoing off the high ceilings. He didn't look back at us. "Most of the girls call it the Gilded Cage. I just call it the storage unit for the King’s distractions."Susan looked around, her nose wrinkled in distaste. "It’s a bit much, don’t you think? Who needs this much gold just to sleep?"Theo stopped and turned around, his eyes traveling over Susan with an expression of pure annoyance. "You’re werewolves. You’re used to sleeping in dirt and calling it 'tradition.' Her