Todos los capítulos de Ruined By The Forbidden Lycan: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Eryndra's face went pale. "What? You wouldn't!" Theron scoffed and released her neck, then pulled out a small cloth to wipe his hand, as though he'd touched something he despised. "Filth," he muttered, discarding the cloth. "I'm beginning to wonder how desperate you are, or how desperate you've been to end up here. You look nothing like a female who reads about the realm's accomplished women. Nothing like a female who stitches. Nothing like the female you made yourself out to be in Kallias's eyes." Her jaw clenched, and she narrowed her eyes. How had he known? "Kallias tells me everything," Theron said, stepping into her space once more. She held her breath before his scent could consume her senses again. "You have no idea how killing it is not to tell him EVERYTHING." He lowered his head slightly and whispered, "You chose your path, Venom. You don't get to crawl back here because the consequences became inconvenient." "You think this is about convenience?" Her voice cracked thr

The prince's question struck Eryndra, and something thick lodged in her throat. “Oh... my wolf," Eryndra started, her palms sweaty as she scolded her wolf for being a jerk. *You could have held on! It wouldn't have killed you.* *You can't blame me. I'm still hurting!* Gia retorted, as though that would save them from the situation. The prince stared down at her, his brows furrowed with questions. “Actually... she turns out to be still overwhelmed by your presence. I believe she'll get used to you someday." She bit her lower lip. Kallias remained silent for a moment longer, and with each passing second, Eryndra's heart pounded harder, ready to leap from her chest. “Hm. I understand. Our difference in rank can be overwhelming, as can living in the Citadel. I apologize." Eryndra blinked in shock, clearly not expecting him to accept her excuse so easily, or even apologize. He looked nothing like the vicious male the rumors painted him to be. “I once said I would spend time with y

THERON Theron's jaw clenched as he analyzed the result if he spilled the truth. So many things could go wrong, even though the urge to finish the job immediately was grating at his skull with cruel precision. Having known Kallias since birth, he knew the things he hated and how he reacted to them. When it came to politics and the throne, Kallias never joked about it and clearly considered rogues enemies. After the death of the Grand Queen, the poisoning of the King, and another dreadful memory that had almost destroyed them both many years ago, Theron was dead sure Kallias would not hesitate to slit Eryndra's throat right here. Theron knew he would be questioned, and it would take a hell of a lot of work for Kallias to understand why in the world he'd escorted a rogue to be his bride. The court would rage. Aeris would fuel the scandal, and all they had been working on for many years would end in just a few days. Wars. Rogues. Death. Theron could smell the heavy destruction t

ERYNDRA “You've never been to a ball?” Kayara asked in surprise. “Is every lady supposed to?” One of the high nobles had an heir and decided to throw a ball as a celebration. It was a traditional custom in the fortress, one Eryndra had never bothered to experience. “You are an Alpha's daughter, so yes, you should have attended many balls.” Ishara, her late sister, had attended more balls than she could count. Not her. Eryndra normally found occasions like that a perfect chance to sneak into their small barracks at home and chat with the males there. Apparently, she would have to experience one tonight. Soon, Eryndra was dressed in a shimmering purple gown that hung low off her chest and off her shoulders, revealing her smooth skin. As Kayara styled her hair, a knock sounded. “Come in,” Kayara called. The door opened. The air thickened. Theron walked in, his long black velvet tailcoat trailing behind him. Gold embroidery caught the flicker of candlelight, glintin

Meanwhile, Jerik had already snuck out of the celebration long ago.He stepped into a brothel where the scent of wine, meals, and intimacy greeted him first. His eyes landed on a male taken by two others.One fucking him from behind while the second claimed his mouth. The male being pounded had teary eyes, his mouth messy with release.Jerik swallowed hard.It had been years since he last visited a place like this. The brothel near his home in the north had never been nearly as satisfactory as this one. Or rather, he had always sought one particular male.A few males cast interested glances his way, but Jerik simply scanned the room, searching.Someone cleared their throat behind him.Jerik turned, and his eyes sparked with familiarity.“Lord Dreagan,” Seth said, clad in a simple untied robe and glittering jewelry. He approached with quiet authority. “I’d recognize that stride anywhere. It’s been what… seven years? Maybe eight since you crossed my threshold.”Seth tilted his head with