All Chapters of SOLD BY MY HUSBAND TO THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

DahliaI stared out through the window of the car, watching the scenery blur past as we drove farther away from the apartment.I still couldn't believe I was actually leaving.The decision had seemed so simple when I made it. I couldn't stay there after everything I had learned about Zevran. I couldn't keep pretending that nothing had happened just because I cared about him.Yet sitting in the car with Lucien, I couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that I was leaving something unfinished.Lucien had been quiet for most of the drive. He sat behind the wheel, his eyes occasionally shifting towards me. I noticed it the third time and frowned.“What?” I asked.He looked at me for a moment before turning his attention back to the road ahead.“Are you really going to leave Zevran to be publicly outed for his curse?”I stared at the back of his head, almost annoyed by the question.“Yes. I don't care what happens to him, Lucien.”He was silent for a few seconds.“Even knowing what it cou

DahliaWhen I woke up, my face was pressed against Zevran’s chest, one leg hooked over his thigh and my fingers curled into his shirt. Morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, warming the room, while his arm remained wrapped tightly around my waist.I shifted, trying to wriggle out of his hold. He didn't budge. If anything, his forearm tightened, pulling my hips flush against his. His already hard dick pressed warm against my belly through the thin cotton of my tank top, and my breath hitched before I could stop it.“I have to get up,” I murmured against his collarbone.“No.”His voice rumbled through his chest as he pulled me closer. I tilted my head back to look at him, finding his eyes half-open and fixed on me.“It's morning, Zevran. I need to freshen up and prepare for my day. I’m supposed to meet with—”“I said no.” He rolled onto his side, taking me with him. “A month, Dahlia. You’ve been gone for almost a month.”“I know.” I touched his jaw, feeling the rough stubble ben

DahliaI had expected Aaron to throw another tantrum after I officially got back together with Zevran. After everything that had happened between us, I would have been surprised if he had just accepted it and moved on. Yet days passed without a message, confrontation, or any attempt to remind me that I had once been his wife. Eventually, I stopped waiting for something to happen.I had too much else occupying my mind anyway. Stepping into my role as Luna was far more demanding than I had expected, with meetings, reports, ceremonies, and responsibilities I had never even considered.Thankfully, Celeste refused to let me drown in any of it. She patiently answered my questions, corrected me when I made mistakes, and made sure I understood that being Luna was about far more than standing beside Zevran at official events and smiling for the cameras.One afternoon, Celeste and I sat in my office with an interior designer, reviewing paint samples, furniture designs, flooring options, and ske

DahliaOn the third day, we decided to have a picnic. Zevran rented a rooftop space that was half garden and half open patio, with climbing jasmine along the trellises and string lights that the property manager left draped across the iron railings. The city sprawled below us, amber and distant, traffic noise rising up like white noise.I leaned against the railings, watching with a small smile on my face as Zevran took large gulps of his juice.“You're staring,” he said without looking at me.“Is that an issue?” I asked, scooting closer to lean into him.His hand came up and wrapped around my waist, not pulling me away, just holding me in place.“I’m tempted to fuck that little smile off your face, Dahlia,” he smirked. But his hand had slipped to my wrist and was not stroking a slow line down the inside of my wrist.“Someone could come up here…” I breathed, even though I was looking forward to it.“The door's locked. I paid extra for the privacy.” His voice had dropped, rougher now,

DahliaI was adjusting my earring in front of the mirror when I caught Zevran's reflection behind me.He was already dressed in a perfectly fitted black suit, his broad shoulders filling out the jacket effortlessly. His hair was styled back, though a few strands had fallen forward. I noticed the way his eyes moved over me.I narrowed my eyes. “Don't even think about it.”His mouth curved into a slow smile. “I haven't said anything.”“You don't have to.”He stepped behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist. “Dahlia.”“No.”“I haven't even asked.”“You were about to.”He chuckled, his chin nearly touching my shoulder.I turned in his arms and placed my hands against his chest. “We have somewhere to be.”“We have time.”“We have thirty minutes.”“That is not enough time for whatever is going through your head right now.”His smile widened. “You seem very confident about what I'm thinking.”He leaned closer, but I stopped him with a hand against his chest.He sighed. “Fine.”“Good.”