All Chapters of The Lycan King's Plump Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

RonanI strode down the corridor, Rhett at my side, and let my wolf's growl rumble at the memory of Ilsa's insolence. Maren was on her way back to her rooms, escorted by a guard, and Ilsa had gone to pack up her belongings. I didn't know where Maren would put her and I didn't care, as long as it was far from me.I throttled back my wolf's snarl, ramming the anger back down into my gut where it festered. Rhett kept pace beside me and said nothing."Thing is," Rhett said after a few strides, "the Tributes' wing still needs looking after. Those girls..." He trailed off.I bit back a growl. "Not my problem. Find someone else to deal with it."Rhett's lips compressed. "I will."We walked on until we turned a corner. Then Rhett murmured, "The girl's hands... they're bad."I clenched my fists, flexing my fingers. "I fucking know that," I growled, glaring at Rhett. "That's why I punished Ilsa."Rhett stayed at my shoulder, quiet and watchful.A soft sound from Rhett made me glance at him. "We

MarenIlsa's pale eyes flicked over Brida. "And who are you to tell me what to do, girl? You are nothing but a maid." Her voice dripped with malice. "Do you think the King would care if I threw you into the laundry vats? I'd be doing him a favor, ridding him of an insolent wolf servant."Brida unclenched her jaw, breath coming faster. "You're also nothing, Ilsa Marrow. The King stripped you of your position. You have no power here."Ilsa's eyes went hard for a small second, then she laughed, a harsh rasp."Do you think your precious Maren will keep you when she's cast out? She'll be too busy begging for scraps to care what happens to you.""Enough!" Brida took another step, shoulders squared. "You will leave this sitting room at once. You will not return.""Stupid girl," said Ilsa, her voice a warning. "I have endured things you can't imagine. I am not to be trifled with.""I've endured things too." Brida's voice was steady. "I won't let you keep hurting her."Ilsa's face twisted. "Ge

MarenI slipped my foot out of my shoe and pushed it into Ilsa's mouth, ignoring her muffled protests. "I said, open your mouth. Swallow it. Lick it."She choked, strings of saliva dripping down her chin. I saw her jaws tighten, saw her teeth gather to sink into my flesh. "If you dare bite me," I said, "I'll make sure Ronan has your head."I pushed deeper. Brida wrenched her jaws wider, her grey eyes blazing with savage delight. It startled me for a second, but I didn't stop.She groaned and gagged, the sounds thick and muffled around my foot. Her tongue writhed under the arch of my foot, her teeth pressing into my skin but holding still.Her jaw trembled, straining not to close, not to bite. Her nails tore at the floor, at Brida's arms, her legs kicking wildly. She bucked beneath Brida's knee, thrashing her head left and right, but Brida held tight, wrenching her jaws wider. Ilsa's neck corded, throat convulsing, choking sounds gurgling up.Then I saw the blood at the corner of her m

MarenI held still as she touched the water to my hand. It was cool, soothing. Then cold, prickling. Then it burned. I hissed through my teeth, fighting the urge to jerk away.Brida's hands stayed steady on mine, gentle but firm. She held my wrist in her calloused palm, my fingertips in her cool ones. Water trickled over the burns, cleaning them. My fingers curled in and then out, involuntary.Brida kept washing me, her eyes on the work. The water sloshed in the basin, pink-tinged now. I tried to breathe evenly, but I could feel the tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. I blinked them back.Gentle as she was, the pain was still there, a steady throb. I let my gaze drift to her face, to the sharpness of her jaw, the stern line of her mouth. Her hands were so steady on mine. I couldn't have done this for myself, not with my left hand still trapped in bandages."You're good at this," I said softly. "Where did you learn to tend burns?"She turned my hand over without answering. "You s

MarenBrida's hand tightened on the wrung-out cloth. Heavy boots thundered up the corridor toward the open door, pounding out a furious rhythm. With each step, a second set of shoes scuffled and scraped against the stone floor, accompanied by ragged, desperate gasps that erupted between bitten-off cries of pain. The sounds grew louder, closer, until they filled the room.He appeared in the doorway, his emerald gaze wild and blazing as it searched the room. It flicked over Brida, then the basin of soiled water, the blood-stained rug, and finally came to rest on me.My heart stuttered at the sight of the woman he dragged behind him. Ilsa. Her silver hair hung loose, and her mouth was a torn, bloody mess. One cheek was swollen and red, and a fresh bruise bloomed on the pale column of her throat.Ronan held her by the back of her collar.My training kicked in, and I dropped my eyes to the floor, pushing myself up from the chair.His fingers released her collar. Ilsa collapsed onto the rug