Chapter Eleven: The Recording.

The moment Rhiannon stepped onto campus, it felt like walking on eggshells.Every head turned. Conversations dropped to murmurs the second she passed, then picked back up the instant her back was turned, like she'd become the punchline to a joke nobody would say to her face.‘Why is everyone staring at me?’ She tugged her cardigan tighter around herself, scanning the courtyard for a familiar face. ‘Do I have something on my shirt? Did I trip in front of someone and not notice?’She wasn't the kind to shrink away from judgy stares, but the volume of eyes on her was overwhelming. On top of that, she felt completely lonely, walking alone.She sighed, staring at her unread text messages.Talia wasn't answering and Devon was somewhere overseas and unreachable."Rhia!"Julian came jogging across the quad, backpack bouncing against one shoulder, and pulled her straight into a hug before she could brace for it. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, one hand smoothing down her hair."Hey. Are

Chapter Twelve: Five Fingers.

Theron guided her toward the parking lot, one hand steady at the small of her back, and had barely gotten a single word out of her before the vermin appeared. Julian planted himself directly in their path, blocking the way, with a tight jaw. His face was flushed red, his boyish charm was now replaced with anger. Acheron took immediate offense. Theron’s eyes darkened into pitch, and for the first time in centuries, he felt the urge to tear the boy's head from his shoulders with his bare hands. "Get your hands off my girlfriend," Julian demanded, his voice trembling slightly despite his effort to sound steady. He glared at Theron, stepping closer. "Who the hell do you think you are? What is your actual relationship with her?!" Theron didn't answer. He didn't owe explanations to mortals, least of all this one. He simply stared down at the boy with cold disinterest, his body shifting to shield Rhiannon behind his shoulder. The subtle movement only seemed to enrage Julian further. He

Chapter Thirteen: Blizzard.

Theron gradually lifted his face.He was completely still. Even Acheron, who never stopped snarling, hadn't muttered a single growl.His jaw stung where her palm had connected, a foreign heat blooming across skin that hadn’t known pain in centuries.She slapped him.His mate slapped him.Because she was his mate, his soul had opened every layer of defense around her. She had slipped past his instincts, for he could never perceive her as a threat.For one second, something hot rose up his chest. His posture went rigid as his dark eyes met hers. But before the anger could even take root, he saw her face.Rhiannon was breathing in short hitches. Her small hand remained frozen in mid-air as her fingers trembled from the impact. Surprise flickered across her eyes. She couldn’t quite believe what her own body had just done. And the sight of his unreadable expression sent a wave of panic through her. Hot tears spilled over her lashes, tracing down her flushed cheeks before she could stop th

Chapter Fourteen: Territorial.

Rhiannon slid into an empty seat at the very back of the hall, staring down at her own trembling fingers like they belonged to someone else.‘She had slapped him.’Not just a push or a harsh word—she had actually raised her hand and struck a man who looked like he could snap an oak tree in half with his bare hands. Her brother's friend, or boss, or whatever he actually was to Devon — the specifics didn't matter right now. What mattered was that her hand had moved before her brain gave permission, and she still didn't understand why.‘Why the fuck did I do that?’She cowered in her chair, pulling her dark cardigan tight around her shoulders. But even tucked away in the corner of the lecture hall, she couldn't escape the side-eye glances and snickers directed at her.“Look at her pretending to study…”“Did you see her face when she walked in… swear she's been crying…”“I heard Julian is furious…”Her ribs throbbed with a dull ache. She hated this. She hated the eyes, the rumors, and th

All Chapters of The Lycan king’s Purple Flame: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

Chapter Eleven: The Recording.

Chapter Twelve: Five Fingers.

Chapter Thirteen: Blizzard.

Chapter Fourteen: Territorial.