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“I’m sorry, what?” The male in front of the group turns to look at me and he chuckles. “I said it was fucking easy to capture you. Got a problem with that?” For a split second I consider telling him he’s a dumb fuck who can’t see past his less-than-stellar capture of two people because we practically gave ourselves in. But I remember there are three of them and two of us and Rhys is currently knocked out so he’s not going to be of any help if I start a fight. I sigh instead and look at the floor as it rolls on in front of me. I raise my head up. “Where are you taking us?” The blonde-haired male rides forward and stops at my side before smirking. “A very special place. Maybe there, you can see past the charms the Lycan king has used on you and finally become enlightened.” Confusion muddles my brain and I let it show but the blond male just chuckles and rides past. We’re in the woods now. I’m on my belly, my arms and legs having been roped together around the horse and my head
I’m riding on Kronik’s horse now. My teeth hurt from the amount of force I'm putting into clenching them but I don't relent. His body is flush against mine and his hand is around my waist. I can feel the heat from his body. “Do we have to stay this close?” If he hears me, he makes no indication of it, just keeps on riding and taking deep even breaths. I grumble and turn slightly in the saddle. “What the hell did I even do? I was fine on the other horse.” “You aren’t going to ride on the other horse. You’re riding on this horse and there’s nothing you can do to change that. Now if you don’t sit right in the saddle, I'll let go of your waist and leave you to fall on your head. If you’re lucky, you’ll break a few bones as you roll down the hill.” I hate the fact that he’s right. I’ve never been outside my parent’s pack prior to their show of hatred and sale of me to a Lycan king. Before Lyros’s service, I had never seen a boutique, or gone outside the border. I would surely have
They take me to the sea.I don’t know why I thought that was out of the realm of possibility, but I guess I expected them to be smarter.The ebb and crash of the tides as it assaults the sand almost mimic the beating of my heart.What next?I shouldn’t be asking myself that question but I do because what next?We’re here, they’re here with me, they’ll get down and use me on this beautiful beach. Forcefully because I don't want them, so what exactly had I expected to achieve by having them bring me here?“It’s pretty isn’t it?”I don’t realize it’s not Rhys who’s speaking until it’s too late and I've nodded my head. The blond Atreau chuckles and leans in closer to me on his horse.“It’ll look even prettier after we fuck you out of your senses.”If this is meant to make me feel aroused then it’s not working. I feel cold inside.Kronik is the one who grabs me first. The moment his hands yank me off the horse, I fall into him and feel his hands riding up my thigh. His fingers leave littl
“Aren’t you happy to see an old friend Adelaide?” Raymel, Prince of the Lycans beyond the corridor and someone who should hate my guts by now, still manages to say my name in that charming way of his. I stand up and an arrow comes for me immediately. Panic flares in my heart as I see it coming and I almost scream, that is until Raymel raises his hand and the arrow stops in mid air. My heart threatens to give out. Raymel smiles as he looks at me but his eyes tell the truth. If he drops that hand, I can imagine that the arrow would go straight through my heart and end me on the spot. “I have much more pleasant things for you in store, little wolf. An arrow would be too easy.” Rhys groans softly as he gets up and I watch as water slides off his clothes. I am soaked, down to my undergarments, but he’s not. The water seems to roll off his tunic and he becomes dry immediately. Raymel smirks and meets Rhys’s glare before chuckling. “If it isn’t one of Lyros’s dogs. Nice meeting you Pr
My head aches. Fuck. The sound of the carriage as it rolls on almost deafens me because for some reason, everything is so loud. My heart feels like it’s running a race of a thousand miles right now and with the way it’s pounding, I don't know what to think. Am I dying? “Cain?” My eyes fly open and my hand stills halfway to my head. “Cain, are you okay in there?” “Safira?” “Yes, it’s me. What the fuck Cain?” My head sends another lash of pain through my brain and I grit my teeth against it. Fuck, why does my head hurt so much? “Cain, are you listening to me? Do you at least have an explanation for what has happened?” I turn my brain upside down for one of those explanations but I can't find anyone. “Safira, can you tell me what happened first? I can’t remember a thing.” “Well, you better. Lyros has gone ahead of us and he’s on his way to the capital.” I consider that information for a while before nodding. “It’s not strange that he would do something like that. Why are
Horace Duval is a man of few words. He doesn’t need to talk too much when he’s the captain of the King’s guards, and he’s keeping to that well. Still, I can't help but wonder. “Why are you here?” My hands are shackled and my feet are tied, but I still have my mouth. I know what it is to be a man of few words. I am one, or rather Cain is one. I can’t remember any of what happened during those moments after I saw my eyes in Lyros’s, and it’s strange, this thing. It’s eliminated my cornea and iris. My eyes are like orbs now, and in that orb is a crescent moon. “It’s none of your business why I'm here.” “But you’re here for something aren’t you?” Captain of the King’s guard Horace directs a leveled glare at me. I smile back and notice the way he averts his eyes. When he turns them back to me, they’re filled with scorn. “Is it your habit to smile indecently?” I chuckle because Cain would rarely smile. Cain is the hurt one, the one in pain, but Fenrir can smile all he wants. “I ne
“Greetings Cain.”King Rafie sits and his presence occupies half the space in the carriage.“Greetings King Rafie.”His frame is almost an identical match to Lyros’s, long muscular legs that taper to a thin waist and an impossibly well-built chest. All the Lycan kings look like this, they carry this feeling of intimidation with them but unlike Lyros, some of them release that aura without ever meaning to.King Rafie has a handsome face, with thick brown hair and lush lashes, full lips, and a strong jaw. Eyes the color of tanzanite. I realize he’s staring at me too and the reality of my eyes right now strikes me once more.I sigh instead of beg and I look away. He chuckles.“The eyes look good on you Cain, so does this new form.”My head shakes of its own volition in the negative.“I’m shackled because of them, and how do you know I'm Cain? I could be anybody.” “Someone like Fenrir Dragmir. The charming aristocrat who steals the heart of the princess only to break it a few days later?
“Adelaide?”Cain’s voice is like honey in my ears.“Adelaide.”My eyes are heavy and they are sleep-filled. I cannot open them even if I wanted to. They are swollen and bruised now. Raymel punched me. “Adelaide? Can you hear me?”A weak grunt is the voice’s reply. Yeah, I can hear him, but I wish he didn’t have to come at this moment.Raymel is on the other side of the camp they’ve brought me to. The lamp in his tent is illuminating the space inside and the outline of him and what he’s doing is clear.My ears react to the sound immediately and soon my head is filled with it. The sound of thumping, of skin slapping skin. Raymel fucks fast and hard. The female he’s banging has firm tits, they don’t dangle off her body as she kneels in a doggy position, the shadow of her hair even gives it a silky feel, but the main focus of the show is Raymel.He’s perfect.The outline of his body is like a sculpted statue. Everything from the biceps of his arms to the well-built upper section.“Ahhhhh