All Chapters of Seven Ways To Kill Your Lycan Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

When I stepped inside, I had expected to find Lucian still away, wherever it was he had gone. Instead, I found him sprawled across the bed, his clothes still on, his eyes closed as he slept.I paused by the door, staring at him.What had happened while he was away that had left him so exhausted he had fallen asleep without even changing his clothes?I closed the door behind me as quietly as possible, then began moving towards the bed. With every step, my eyes stayed fixed on him, watching for the slightest movement. But Lucian didn't move an inch, his chest rising and falling slow and steady, completely unaware of his surroundings.A strange feeling crept over me, and my eyes darted to the table where a blade lay among the other items scattered across it. As I stared at it, an unsettling thought began to take root in my mind.What if I killed him?My heart pounded against my ribs. Lucian was the son of the man who had murdered my parents. The son of the monster who had taken my family

"Don't you fucking dare," he snarled, his face darkening with rage.Before I could open my mouth to speak, he dragged me down the hallway and through the room. He slammed the door as he shoved me inside, and I staggered backward."Do you really think I wouldn't know when you start having suicidal thoughts?" he asked."Can you read my thoughts?" I pressed my lips into a thin line. Did this mean he had read those thoughts in my mind when I tried to kill him? Had he known I was about to murder him, and that was why he woke up?"No. But I can sense your emotions. Any emotion you have, I feel it through the bond." He stalked closer to me.A small frown tugged at my lips. "But I can't feel yours? Did you block me from feeling yours too?""You're nothing but a fragile human now. Until you gain your wolf, you won't be able to feel my emotions through the bond." Silence stretched between us as Lucian stared at me. "Why would you try to kill yourself, knowing you'll eventually be replaced and n

I tried not to think about the exhaustion weighing me down as I scrubbed the hallway floors with the other breeding mates and castle servants. Dunking the scrubbing brush into the bucket, I frowned as I squeezed the dirty water out of it and continued scrubbing. When Hilda, the castle Head servant, had woken us in the breeding room this morning with an alarm, at the hour when the cold was at its peak, I'd wanted nothing more than to hide in the covers and sleep. I could barely focus through the sharpness in her eyes when she yanked the covers off me and nearly slapped me across the face before Lyra stepped in to intervene. Thereafter, she'd given each breeding mate a bucket of water and a scrubbing brush. "If the tiles aren't washed and sparkling," Hilda had warned sternly, "then we'll start over again and your food for today will be cut by half." With that, she walked away. I shot her a sharp glare as she stepped on the freshly scrubbed tiles before de

When we arrived at the market, we stepped down from the carriage, holding the baskets. “Today will be different,” Lyra murmured to me as we started walking towards the market. “We aren't going for household shopping today. The Princess sent us here to get some things for her.” It was only after we ventured further inside the market that I realized this was a different part of the capital's market. It was populated entirely by Lycans. It had been opened after the war between the two races, with prices so high that only the Lycans could afford them. Werewolves stopped coming because of the cost, and after a while it became known as the capital market for Lycans. “Well. But do we need to come here?” I asked. I had only come here once, a long time ago, and since then I had vowed never to set foot here again. The discrimination from the Lycans had been too much. If you weren't clever enough, you would be framed for something you didn't do, and the Lycans would of course side with their o

“He’s magnificent, don’t you think?” Astrid asked, her attention focused on the arena. I was barely listening to her as I stared at Lucian with memories flooding my head. I remembered his touch, his voice, and the way he had looked at me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to forget it.“Honestly, I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as the Prince,” Astrid continued.“He’s a Lycan,” I reminded her quietly.“Yes, and it’s unfortunate, considering the amount of blood on his hands. But I bet that werewolf will be the end of him tonight, unless the King intervenes.”Upon hearing her, I turned my attention to the royal seats. My gaze fell on the king sitting beside his wife, the Queen, while the Princess, Sylvia, occupied the seat closer to them. Sylvia's gaze was fixed on the Prince, her attention filled with fascination.I looked back at the arena.Lucian stood underneath the afternoon sun, his golden skin marked with silver scars. His broad shoulders and muscular frame made him