All Chapters of The Lycan King's Plump Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

IlsaI lay on my front on the pallet.They'd thrown me down here, in the onion stink at the end of the servants' passage.Sacks and crates crowded the corner by the door. A lye barrel stood by the back wall. Bare shelves lined the other.On another crate, a water jug sat with a rag draped over its mouth. The room was lit by one stub of candle.A snore buzzed through the thin wall. The onion store where I lay was smaller than my old office, with a ceiling so low I could touch it without standing. Beneath me, the floor was nothing but hard-packed dirt.Earlier, voices had filtered through the wall, a chorus of laughter and clattering dishes. "Give Nadia extra pie!" a woman had called out, her tone giddy. "Poor girl's gonna need her strength, the night after tomorrow."My jaw clenched. I'd heard it before, those words spoken with such carefree cheer. But I knew what they meant.I'd carted off enough broken girls, their limp bodies leaking blood on the cold stone floor.Rhett had to be be

MarenIlsa at least looked more presentable today, in a fresh grey servant's dress that concealed the marks of her punishment.She moved stiffly as she set out the breakfast tray. The split blister on her fingertip caught my eye, along with the angry red rope burns circling her wrists. The bruises ringing her throat were already faded.Brida stood between Ilsa and the hearth, watching her with narrowed eyes. "She took ten lashes just yesterday, and now look at her, back on the job before noon like nothing happened," Brida grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.Brida grunted openly."After that bath and the whipping you brought down on her head, you'd think she'd want to shove that tray down your throat. She ought to hate you, and instead she's being this polite, and I don't trust a hair on her head." Ilsa kept her eyes downcast, expressionless, as if Brida hadn't said a word.Brida slid the plate of warm bread toward me. "Eat something, would you? You haven't touched a thing sinc

MarenSince dusk I had been listening to every set of footsteps in the corridor, waiting for the one that would bring Nadia to the King.Behind me, Ilsa moved quietly in the sitting room, laying out the supper I had no intention of touching. I had eaten nothing all day, and I would keep it that way.That afternoon a carpenter had come on the King's order and fitted a heavy wooden bar to the inside of my door, set in iron brackets, and nobody would tell me what it was for. When not in use, the bar rested against the wall beside the door, its brackets sitting empty.Ilsa set a dish down on the table and bowed her head to me. "Perhaps the King wishes to keep his pet in a cage, Madam," she said in her smooth voice.Brida snorted from her seat by the hearth. "A bar that size is made to keep something out, not in, and nobody's saying what. The kitchen has been heating bathwater over in the Tributes' wing all evening, for tonight."Ilsa set the next dish down a beat too late at the word "ton

RonanThe fire in my chambers was too loud, every crack of the logs going through my head, and I had my shirt half open because my skin wouldn't stop burning.The moon was coming, and it curled at the edges of my vision, a red filter laid over everything, making my temper thin.I heard the laugh first, loud enough to carry through two doors, and under it I caught the scrape of wood in iron as the bar came out of its brackets.Maren must have opened her door when they passed. That shrill bray from the tribute bitch grated on me as she laughed that I couldn't go another night without using her.Maren's flat, bored voice carried down the corridor, and the gist of it went straight to my temper. The King went through girls like dirty washing, and he would soon be sick of this one too. Then the bar scraped back into its brackets with a heavy clang.I was on my feet before the knock came. I opened the door to find Sigrun, courteous, a guard at her side, the tribute behind them in some fancy

RonanI didn't answer. I flipped Nadia onto her front, gripping her small waist as she landed face-first in the pillow, her dark hair fanning out across her sharp shoulder blades.I pinned her pale wrists with one large hand, her knuckles whitening as she fisted the sheets, and kneeling on the bed, I forced her slim hips up, exposing her smooth back and the dip of her spine all the way to her pert ass.Firelight glimmered along her naked skin, picking out the ridges of her ribs and the jut of her hipbones, and I yanked her back against my cock with a grunt.A painful cry tore from Nadia's throat, muffled by the pillow, and her body bucked and undulated beneath me. My fingers sank into her waist, leaving angry red marks behind, and I dragged her back hard against me until she threw her head up with a choked moan.Dark hair slid over her shoulder as she twisted to look back at me, tears glistening in her pale eyes, her lips parted and swollen.A wince contorted her face and she buried i