All Chapters of The Lycan King's Secret Triplets : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CassieElara stepped out of the shadows of the garden path the moment I gave the signal, her hood pulled low over her face."You took long enough," I said."I had to travel under a diplomatic seal," Elara said. "Do you know how difficult that was to arrange on short notice?""You're here now. That's what matters."She looked around the garden, her eyes scanning the hedges and pathways for anyone who might be watching. The moon was high, bright enough to cast long shadows across the stone paths."How is she?" Elara asked."Pregnant," I said. "Thats faaster than any of us expected."Elara's jaw tightened. "That complicates things.""It does.""How far along?""A few weeks, maybe less."Elara paced along the stone path, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She wore the same expression she always wore when she was thinking, her brow furrowed, her lips pressed together."The timeline was supposed to give us months," she said. "Months to plan, to prepare the council, to make sure Roge

ValerieHe kept going. He pulled out, rolled onto his back, and pulled me on top of him. I sank down on his cock and rode him hard, bouncing fast.He gripped my hips and thrust up to meet me. I leaned forward, hands on his chest, grinding down on every stroke. He sat up, wrapped his arms around me, and fucked up into me from below while sucking hard on my tits. I came again, shaking in his arms.He flipped me onto my back, pushed my legs up toward my chest, and fucked me deep and fast. He rubbed my clit the whole time. I came one more time, moaning his name.He buried himself deep and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum inside me. He kept grinding slowly, pushing it deeper, until the last pulse faded.We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. He finally pulled out, cum leaked out of me onto the sheets. He collapsed beside me and pulled me against his chest, his arm locked around me.I thought it was over. My body was sore, my legs weak, my skin slick with swe

ValerieI did not sleep for the rest of the night. I stayed awake until the first gray light of dawn crept through the windows, my mind racing, my body tense beneath the weight of Dimitri's arm.When he finally stirred beside me, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I felt him shift, felt his hand move from my waist to my face, his thumb brushing lightly over my cheek."I know you're awake," he said quietly.I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His face was soft in the early light, his hair mussed from sleep, his eyes still heavy."I didn't want to wake you," I said."You didn't." He paused. "Did you sleep at all?""Some."It was a lie, and I could tell he knew it. But he did not push. He just watched me for a moment, his expression unreadable, before sitting up."I have meetings today," he said. "With the council. I won't be able to stay with you.""I'll be fine.""I'll have the guards check on you every hour.""That's not necessary.""I decide what's necessary," he said, his v

ValerieI hid the vial inside a folded scarf at the bottom of my chest of drawers, and for two days I did not touch it. Every time I opened the drawer and saw it there, I told myself I was still deciding. Still weighing the risk, still trying to figure out whether Nadia was someone I could trust.But the truth was simpler than that. I was afraid.On the third night, after Dimitri had fallen asleep beside me, I finally slipped from bed. My feet were quiet on the stone floor, and I moved slowly, carefully, until I reached the chest.I poured a small measure of water into a cup, my hands shaking as I counted three drops of the dark liquid into it. The drops spread through the water like ink, turning it cloudy.The taste was bitter, sharper than anything I had swallowed before. It burned going down, and I forced myself to finish it quickly before I could change my mind.By morning, a dull ache had settled behind my eyes."You look pale again," Dimitri said, watching me carefully over brea

DimitriBy the second day, the physicians had stopped pretending they knew how to help her."Her heart is still beating," one of them said quietly, "but barely. We've done everything we know how to do.""Then find something you don't know how to do," I said."My King, we believe you should prepare yourself. And the Citadel.""Prepare for what?""For the possibility that she may not survive this."I dismissed him with a look that sent him backing from the room, his eyes on the floor. The door clicked shut behind him, and I was alone with her again.The council insisted on preparations. They spoke of tradition, of ceremony, of how the Citadel needed to be informed before whispers turned into panic. I allowed them to proceed only because I could not bring myself to argue. My strength was consumed entirely by the effort of watching her chest rise and fall in shallow, uneven breaths.They dressed her in white. They placed candles around the room. They called it a vigil, though everyone in