All Chapters of Seven Ways To Kill Your Lycan Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sara's expression softened immediately, melting into a soft, innocent look. Her eyes brimmed with tears, lips trembling as she pulled her gown down."Rosewyn—" Her voice cracked into a sob. "It's not what it looks like, I swear, he—he came in here, and… he wouldn't stop.""He wouldn't stop what?" I whispered, shoulders dropping with exhaustion."Please…. I tried to push him off—""What?" Archer snapped his head toward her.The performance would have worked had I not heard her moaning in pleasure. I would have rushed across the room and dragged Archer away from her, making certain everyone knew he'd taken advantage of my sick sister. But the way she'd been moaning his name and gripping his shoulders didn't look like the behavior of someone who was actually sick. Or someone that was being taken advantage of. She was pretending.For months I'd watched her claimed illness flare up, watched her act so weak. If only I'd known it was all an act, that she'd been sleeping with Archer behind my

I struggled against the silver wire bound around my wrists. The grass was cold and wet underneath my knees as they forced us down, side by side, hands behind our backs with silver wires that bit into our skin. my whole body was shaking. Somewhere, a dog was barking itself hoarse.I counted six Lycan soldiers in the yard, their eyes glowing red in the dark."How gallant of you to think you could outsmart us," the taller Lycan soldier said with a small smirk. Suddenly his claws emerged and he struck my brother with force, shoving my brother's face into the ground. Blood seeped out of the claw marks from his face as the soldier pinned his quivering body.A scream unfurled from my throat as I attempted to move forward towards Kieran but a second later, a Lycan soldier yanked me back, gripping my hair with his rough hand."Stay still," he said, dragging my hair with more force.Suddenly the door opened, and another Lycan soldier stepped out, scanning the place."No one else. The house is

The days had slowly bled into each other, and the only proof that time was passing at all was the single small window near the ceiling, letting in slivers of light I'd learned to count by. I sat close to the wall, knees pulled to my chest, the pain at the back of my head throbbing hard where the soldier had struck me. I could barely sleep through the days I spent in that cell. I wasn't the only one there. Five others shared the space with me — two males, three females. One of the females was human; the rest were werewolves like me. Blood and dirt marred their skin, a record of however many days they'd spent in this cell waiting for judgment day, when they'd be killed. I shivered. Some of them had been beaten beyond recognition, faces swollen and split open. The prisoners were no more than thirty, if that. One of them, a girl with hollow eyes, finally asked why I was here. "I nearly killed the crowned prince," I said. "Lucian." Gasps rippled through the cell. Wide eyes turned to

He towered over me, his face hard with dangerous brutality. His eyes were cold and feral, the deadliness palpable in them. The more he looked at me, the more I could feel the rage in his gaze. He looked at me like he wanted to cross the distance and strangle me to death. He was the Lycan Prince — King Malric's executioner. My eyes lowered to his hands, to the thick veins bulging against his skin. The same hands had drenched in the blood of the innocent so deeply that no amount of clean water could wash away the stain. I stared at the same hands that had tortured and murdered my people to death. Terror welled inside me at the memory of my dead family. I gasped, unable to handle the shock. Before I could react, he was already advancing on me. I quickly moved to the side, grabbing whatever my hands could reach. When I looked, I was holding a small bread knife. "Do not come any closer," I warned. "Is this what you have to offer?" he asked, staring at me for a moment. "You thi

I yearned for the problems I had before I found out my mate was her, the werewolf girl who nearly killed me.I'd thought my other problems were the worst I had until she came into my life.My father might have thought this was some twisted game he could play with me, pairing me with the woman who nearly killed me to be bred to carry my future children. But one thing was certain: I would never touch that girl, let alone bed her. And the thought alone made my heart skip as the bond tugged in my chest. That was a lie. I wanted her as much as I wanted her gone from my life. I fought hard against the pleasurable thoughts my Lycan, and the bond, kept putting in my head. Why should I be thinking of laying with the same kind that murdered my brother?My brother was the one meant to take the throne. Since a very young age, he'd been taught and raised to believe he would take after my father. But death took him from us. No matter how many people we killed in revenge for his death, we never fou