Ruined By The Forbidden Lycan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

After a while, Eryndra stood before the Grand Prince. The male sat behind the table, calm as ever, his expression unreadable as he dragged his quill across the parchment, listening to the tutors complain. Her heart skipped when he finally looked up, particularly when the tutor mentioned the part where she had spoken about being treated as nothing more than a breeding vessel. “Leave us.” Immediately, they all left. Kallias’s hand flew to her cheek. The brutal force sent her crashing to the floor with a thud. “What exactly do you think you are?” His voice was sharp yet eerily calm. “Like I said, you are nothing but a quiet future queen of mine. Speak trash to your tutor again, and I’ll have your tongue removed.” Her fists clenched. “Get her out of my sight.” The guard hauled her up harshly. Her chin throbbed painfully as she watched Kallias settle back into his seat as though nothing had happened. Something cold settled deep within her. When they reached the corrido

ERYNDRABy the gods.He is kissing me.The Grand Marshal who hate me, is kissing me!Eryndra had once wondered how her first kiss would feel. Having watched barely a few couples together, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, she would scrunch her nose in confusion.What does it feel like?Desire, her sister had once said. Ishara had read too many books concerning intimacy.Eryndra had called it nonexistent.Never did she think a day would come where she would feel that strange heat blooming low in her belly.The sweet wildness that came with it, slowing time and blurring the world around her.Never had she thought she would get this feeling from the last male she swore never to desire.From the male who owned the sword sworn to behead her.Theron’s large fingers slid up and wrapped around her neck. Firm. Possessive. They tightened as the heat intensified.It wasn’t a slow kiss. It was hard. Raging. His lips, tongue, teeth moved against hers with addictive precision, like a male starvin

THERONTheron tried his best not to let his mind linger on Eryndra. He tried not to replay that night over and over again.The fact that there had been no heat or rut—just a heavy, relentless craving—greatly disturbed him. It was different from the full moon, when his beast had completely taken over with aggression.That night had felt sensual. Like he could feel every inch of her.So very wrong.So very traitorous.So once again, he tried sleeping with another female.He didn’t care where Zarin found her. He simply shoved into her entrance.The female gasped beneath him, clenching the sheets.Her walls pressed against his length, but it felt bland. Empty. Annoying.Yet he tried to move, searching for that feral pleasure in her.Nothing. Just a sudden nausea that made him want to puke on her or rip her into pieces.He gave up and sent her away as if she had stabbed him with a knife.During the day, he sent his men to watch her. At night, he stared at the ceiling, recalling how her wal

THERONTheron froze mid-step, turning slightly as her trembling fingers clutched his sleeve tightly.An image flashed in his head.A female in a torn dress had clutched him in the same manner, begging, her shoulders trembling just like Eryndra’s.His brows furrowed with displeasure.Fist clenched, he made to yank his arm free, but another plea slipped from her tongue.“Don’t leave… I beg you.”He shouldn’t care. He should pull away. She reeked of trouble. Yet his feet refused to move.“You are begging me? Of all people to stay?” His voice came out in a rough whisper, but it didn’t sound cold.She clutched his sleeve tighter until her knuckles turned white.“I know you hate me, but right now I do not wish to be alone. Please… just stay for a little while.”He should refuse, but the words got stuck somewhere in his throat. Instead, a soft scoff rolled off his lips.It was odd to see her like this.The last time he saw her break was when he rejected her coldly, but even then there had st

The wind howled between them. His gaze drifted back to the realm. “A thousand years ago, the first Sovereign a werewolf named King Serion. He turned on the Moon Goddess herself. He wanted the power of a god, so he made a pact with the dark Eclipse, bringing forth evil magic that cursed his soul. He twisted the gift of shifting and created the first cursed bloodline.” “The realm rose against this darkness, but they were no match. The ground was wet with blood, and darkness without light covered the sky for years.” “Finally, the Moon Goddess interfered, bestowing great power upon the first Great Knight. The battle was the longest in history. The realm won, but not completely.” “King Serion’s followers fled into the wilds. They became the first rogues, their blood tainted, their souls cursed. They went feral more easily, and some—especially those of King Serion’s bloodline—possessed twisted powers the Goddess never intended.” Eryndra went still. “What kind of powers?” “The