All Chapters of THE LYCAN KING’S OBSESSION : Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

For long, Pain wasn’t just a feeling to me; it was the very part of my existence. I couldn't remember the first time I felt it, as if my first breath had been drawn from a well of agony. It was a constant, suffocating weight, an intimate acquaintance whose scent, taste, and texture were engraved into my soul. Pain was the armor I wore, the blood in my veins. It pulsed within me every single time my father hurled venomous, hateful words at my face, every time Alpha Victor’s whip tore into my flesh, and every time the pack members used my fragile frame as a canvas for their cruel, misplaced rage. I felt that agonizing ache whenever Alpha Victor forced himself upon me, whenever the unmated pack males took what they wanted from my broken body, and most recently, when Fredrick’s icy tone delivered a blow that shattered what little remained of my spirit: “he would never want me. “That pain emotional, physical, and mental leached away my remaining strength, leaving me hollow. Then came

Our gazes locked across the table. My own sad, green eyes—clouded with an unyielding fear met his dark, bottomless depths. For a torturous few seconds, Fredrick assessed my features, his heavy brows dipping into a harsh, cold frown. Then, with an agonizing air of indifference, he snapped his eyes away from me as if I were utterly insignificant. “Of course you are insignificant to him, “my mind whispered cruelly. "You may sit," Kendra chirped, her tone dripping with a sassy, calculated dominance, as if she already wore the queen crown. I could have sworn I heard Rue let out a soft, mocking snort from across the table. As we all sank back into our chairs, Fredrick and Kendra approached the head of the table, their arms still tightly intertwined. A knot of pure anxiety twisted in my stomach the closer they got. Fredrick walked directly to the seat opposite me, his large hand gripping the back of the heavy chair as he pulled it out for Kendra. My heart violently lurched at the

"What?" I met his gaze, my breath catching in my chest as my mind raced to process what he had just said. He looked down at me, his dark eyes intense and unreadable, searching mine as if hunting for an answer. "Y..you want me to do what? I stammered. Stepping back. "You heard me right, Fiona." He brought his hand up, running his thumb on my jaw softly as his gaze pierced me. I almost melted under that simple yet seductive touch, a thrill running straight down my spine. "I want to feel you to kiss me ." “Yes Fiona, kiss him, grab his face already!” Lillian screamed loudly in my head, and I almost chuckled. “Lillian! You are conscious?” I asked her, an unexpected spark of excitement bubbling up inside me. “What do I do? You heard what he said, right? He wants to kiss me.” “Are you seriously asking me what you should do?I could sense Lillian rolling her eyes. “Come on Fiona, place your lips on him and fulfill your wish at breakfast! I blushed at her words, a secret wave of