Todos los capítulos de Ruined By The Forbidden Lycan: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Theron glanced at Kallias, who stared at him with folded arms, watching with calculative eyes.Clearing his throat, he started.“She has brown eyes.”The limner nodded, taking in his lie.“Her hair is very dark. Darker than the darkest coal.” He tapped his fingers and exhaled.“What shape are her eyes?”“Round,” Theron said slowly. “Very, very round. Her nose is tiny. Her lips are very thin, almost hard to see.”Theron thought of Eryndra and gave the opposite of every feature, even some exaggerated and wrong ones, yet the limner took down each detail as though his life depended on it.“Her breasts are very small. Same as her backside. She is tall. Very tall, in fact.”“Taller than you, my lord?”“Yes. Taller than me. A few inches taller.”The limner nodded again, recording every detail.Theron glanced at his friend and found him squinting.“Why do I feel like you are giving the wrong description on purpose?”“You wanted the details. There you have them.”“I have never heard of a femal

Kallias spent more time than usual in his study, and when he headed back to his chamber, he squinted the moment he caught a strange scent inside his room. “Who is inside?” he asked the guard stationed at his door. “The royal mistress, Your Highness. She mentioned you asked her to wait inside,” the guard replied. Kallias’s aura thickened instantly, forcing the man to drop his gaze to the floor. “Since when do you allow someone into my space without my permission?” “Forgive me, Your Highness. She—” Kallias turned to his head guard. “I need someone else at my door. You know what to do with this one.” The trembling guard’s eyes widened. “Your Highness!” Kallias ignored the cries and stepped into his bedchamber. The room was wide, with a high ceiling and gold-trimmed walls that spoke of wealth. On his king-sized bed lay Harlette, half-naked and posed in a deliberately sensual way. Her chestnut hair fell across one side of her face, and her breasts were flushed, nipples erect bene

JERIKJerik found his wife standing by the window, a blonde female with pale skin. Her metallic eyes met his.A silent conversation passed between them before Jerik averted his gaze.“I thought you would not come around. What changed your mind?” she asked.Jerik removed his robe, his jaw tight. “And I thought you would have left by now.”She let out a low laugh that hinted at frustration and sadness. Jerik could feel her stare, but he did not bother to look at her.“You really want me to leave?” Her voice trembled. “What would you have me tell your mother?”Jerik inhaled through his teeth. “Do not start.” He looked at her. “Please, Brielle. I am tired, and I need sleep.”“You laugh, chat, and tease outside as if the world is nothing but lovely, but here in this room, you treat me like a stranger.”“I did not mean to. We had a deal, and you are breaking it.”“I am not. At least I did not stop you from going to that brothel on the full moon and leaving me to suffer my heat alone.”“Now

Lady Reaya set her spoon down gently.She looked at her son with the expression of a mother searching for the little boy she had once cradled in her arms.“When I heard you had been struck by the same poison that is killing the King, I…” She paused and sighed. “I could not bear it. I thought I had lost you before I could say I was sorry.”Theron’s grip tightened around his spoon, his gaze lowered to the table.“I sat by the window almost every night,” she continued. “The servants probably thought I had gone mad, pacing at three in the morning, staring at the gates and hoping you would ride home. I just wanted to know if my son was still breathing.”Her breath faltered as she continued. “Do you remember when you were twelve? Long before you shifted. You and your little sister tried to build a tree house behind the stable. I watched you laugh every time you fell so you would not scare her. I watched you give her piggyback rides and let her win every game. She was in heaven whenever she

That night, Jerik visited Theron’s private quarters only to be told he had not returned yet. On his way, he heard a groan somewhere and paused. Normally he would have brushed it off as soldiers training, but something made him pushed him to check. He followed the sound, and his eyes finally caught the scene. Zarin was curled into a ball as three soldiers stomped their feet hard on him, his face twisted with pain. The ground was stained with blood and sweat. “I told you never to speak back to me!” one of them barked. “You disgusting white-haired son of a bitch. How dare you call me a coward?” A crack sounded somewhere in Zarin’s body with the next hit, sending Jerik’s blood boiling. He grabbed the soldier from behind and slammed him against the nearest wall. Shivering, Zarin’s eyes met a furious Lycan with glowing eyes and bared fangs. “The hell do you think you are doing?” Jerik growled, his voice heavy with rage. “Is this how low you all have fallen?” The one who crashed agai