Delusional much Lyros? Also yay for 200 chapters!
The faint crunch of Lyros’s tyres on the gravel of the fortress snaps me out of sleep and I jerk awake with a start. I look at the food and it’s still there. I thank the stars that I didn't make the mistake of spilling it while I dozed off. The candles are still burning and a soft chill wind comes in from the window.The atmosphere is set. Still set at least, and I nod again.This will go well. I know it will. I count down the seconds to the moment Lyros will walk in through the doors and my heart seems to anticipate it. I await his arrival like I have been programmed to do so and isn’t that weird?The door opens with a light creak and I get up immediately, my body aching to run to him and throw myself at him. I exercise restraint and look for tells on his emotion first.Lyros has one of his rare smiles on his face and my heart soars when I see it.He’s smiling.The sight of that small smile has me feeling like I'm in a dream because it transforms Lyros’s face totally. His cold hands
I talk about my day as Lyros eats.I don’t have much to talk about, but I improvise as he eats and I slip in a few enthusiastic questions here and there. When I ask if I'm being a bother by talking too much, he tells me he likes the sound of my voice and I can talk all I want.Lyros finishes his helping of the first dish and I have barely touched mine.I open the second one and I’m surprised to find it still steaming hot. Lyros catches the surprise in my eyes and chuckles against the drink he’s holding to his lips.“The plates are enchanted. It’s a special type of magic made through marks, imagine it as the language of the world.”I try to imagine that but find myself unable to. I mean I can, but wrapping my head around it proves to be a bit more difficult than Lyros makes it sound.“I’ve never heard of that kind of magic. I thought all magic must come from a host.”“What supplies that host magic?”My heart stutters and chills at the same time because Lyros has never engaged in a conv
Lyros kisses me slowly and passionately. It’s like all my thoughts melt when I am in his arms and right now, right now I am in his arms.I run my hands down the smooth fabric of the thin forest green shirt he’s wearing and it’s like I cannot get enough. The ridges of muscle on Lyros’s arms are strong.Every inch of his body is hard and hot. Not warm but hot.I groan against his lips as he bites my tongue lightly and the moon illuminates both our forms as the light filters in from the window. I feel like I'm burning inside myself and right now, Lyros’s body feels like the only thing that can cool me down.There’s not a spare inch of him that my hands do not itch to run across. Not one part of his muscles that I do not want to touch. For the first time in a while I feel something other than the need to please him during sex, and that is the need to be pleased myself.The promise of freedom has me feeling over enthusiastic and I want to go above and beyond to make Lyros feel things. I
Lyros stays in bed with me and I wake up to the feeling of his hard-on pressed against y ass. My body is tucked into his and he's spooning me.The warmth from his body and the feeling of him against me makes waking up feel harder than it is and I have to fight just so I can resist the urge to let out a moan or whimper.I move slightly and find my waist weighed down by a heavy sexily veined large arm.Oh, this is going to be hard.My legs feel like jelly and I can barely feel them.Images from last night pour in and heat builds up on my cheeks. No wonder I can't feel my legs.“Are you trying to do something naughty?”Lyros murmurs those words and my nipples harden as his hot breath hits my neck. I blanked out last night after the showers, but from the smell of the bedsheets and the air around us, I'd say he changed the bedsheets.“I wouldn’t want us to soak the bed again the way we did last night.”Lyros chuckles and leans into me. I can feel every ridge of muscle on his hot body and
For the rest of the morning, Raina fills me in on the happenings in the warrior’s barracks.When she dives deeper into details, my cheeks heat up and she laughs at me. “Come on! I’m sure you did worse with Lord Lyros.”I look away because yeah, I did do more, a lot more with Lyros, but we had a bed and four walls and a door. Having casual intercourse out in the open, in the open fields of the warrior’s barracks?I mean I can see how it would appeal to some people, but unfortunately, I am not some people. I like a bed on my back. The four walls of a room shutting me in and the world out, a hot shower right after and emphasis on the hot shower.I think I'd die without the hot shower.“Maybe I should ask Lyros to do it with me in the woods next time. Just for the added experience.”Raina shoots me a glance and she chuckles.“Alright Lady Adelaide. You have some maps to get back to, and I have a lot of other things on my plate so I can't really stay with you.”I grumble and groan but I k
Alizadeh is walking towards the door the minute I open it and he doesn’t say anything.My body feels hollowed out and my desire feels sated. Having sex with Adelaide in her memory state isn’t all I dreamed it’d be. I barely feel myself sometimes.It's more of a mental thing for me than it is for her, and I fear my want for her has made me rough with her in those memories.“It’s creepy how you would rather do this with her than find a woman around to do it with. She won’t be any wiser when she wakes.”I growl and he saunters past, striding confidently and unbothered by what I can do to him. He doesn’t stop speaking.“If you don’t want to fuck, then go train. It’ll help.”I’m sure half of Rafie’s court can hear us but they wouldn’t dare say a thing.Alizadeh is right though. The effort it takes to spread Adelaide out and slam into her might feel real in her memories, but in reality, my body just lay on the bed and I filled my pants with semen repeatedly.I have cleaned her up, and I alw
I place Adelaide on the bed and take in a whiff of this room.It still smells like me.Everything is the way we left it and the fortress is the same. The forests still bear the same trees they did, yet a lot has changed.I hand the maid at the door the list.She nods with understanding and walks out. I lay on the bed beside Adelaide, but I did not slip into her dream.I let myself stay out and I stare at the ceiling instead. I should have asked her to clean the drawing she made on it.How she got up there and positioned herself well enough to draw amazes me slightly. She has no power in her memories. Even if she tried to find any in herself, her mind is thoroughly convinced she does not have any.She is not that werewolf. The only power she has is that she’s mine, and she can play me how she wants.Adelaide, property of Lord Lyros, King of the North.I shift on the bed so I am facing her and the calm on her face echoes into my soul. Her eyes are closed, and her stark beauty is evident
I wake up with my head on Lyrsos’s chest and a stream of sunlight hits me on the face.His chest rises and falls and I notice it subtly at first, the fact that something has changed.The change is so subtle I almost do not feel it but it’s there and then it comes. The sun seems to burn brighter today.Hotter.I feel every wave of heat as it courses through the room and I feel every draft of air. I feel the slight dusting of hair on Lyros’s chest as I lay on it, and every strand of hair on my head seems to be alive.I’m…. awake.“Are you okay Adelaide?”Lyros’s voice rumbles in his chest as he speaks and something about it has a smile breaking out on my face. That smile falls the next minute as the memories of yesterday come back to haunt me.“Yes Lord Lyros. Yes, everything is fine.”If Lyros is convinced he doesn’t say so. He doesn’t make any indication of where his heart lies this morning and it hurts me. I went into the room again.I don’t know why.After a week of constantly havin
Cain grabs onto my waist and kisses me, hauling me up and plastering me against him. His voice is a rough husk in my ear as he whispers “You did it, Adelaide.” Tears run down my eyes and he hugs me, holding my body to his as I sob into his chest. I don’t think I'd believe what just happened if someone told me it would a few months ago. All I wanted was to be free and run off to hell knows where, but I'm glad for what I did. Now I know I have parents, parents who loved me and a mother who would have done anything for me. I’m not just the pack omega destined to be maltreated and beaten for all of her life. The suffering I went through changed me. It gave me tougher skin and with the power of my heritage… I've just won back my kingdom. Freedom is mine if I want it. Freedom, and power, and love, if I want any of it, and all of it, and I do. I really do. I kiss Cain again, just to cement the fact that we are a thing now. We’re more than a thing. I’m wearing his ring. He’s as much
Lyros is no longer the all-powerful Lycan lording his majesty over the weak populace. We are powerful in our own right now.And in the face of real power, the Lycan king can only do one thing, cower, like a coward.Lyros attempts to run but almost like he knows it’s futile there’s no spirit in it. Lycan speed might have given him a chance, but running was just one final way of making a dash for his life.I flash and slam Lyros with my sword, the blade slapping the side of his face and drawing blood as he tumbles to the ground. I lean down and whisper close to his ear,“I don’t intend to kill you Lord Lyros.”I feel his heartbeat intensify as my words graze his ears but I continue confidently, “I intend to make you pay for all you’ve done. For the young girls you plucked from weak werewolf packs, only to kill them after torturing them, their dreams ended and hopes cut short because of your wickedness. I intend to make you pay for the cities you’ve attacked, the people you have killed,
I rip through the fabric of space as I burn.I feel the Lycan’s flame coursing through my being and it sets me on fire with the force of a supernova. I feel the strength of a thousand stars in me. The flames lick at my dress, burning it short and tattered, turning me into a version these men see, but which they don’t see at all.I wonder how many times Lyros has looked at me and seen nothing but skin. Nothing but clothes in pieces, flesh for the taking, a body to be claimed, and a mind to have fun with.I wonder how many times he’s seen skin and ignored the fire that rages in my heart. Ignored the love I have for the simple things. Ignored the fact that I am more than just skin and flesh, that I am heart and brains and emotion. That I am not his plaything.I am a Queen, and this Kingdom is mine.I kill the King beyond the border first. The battle with him takes less than an hour.In my hand is a sword hot as flame and solid as diamond. Rafie attacks me next so I slay him too.Raymel
We all stand in wait for her.Me, Rafie, Alizadeh, and Galan, all four Lycan kings, we wait for a weak omega female and something hollow rings in my chest. It was stupid to think I could find love.Even before the truth of Elara’s betrayal was revealed to me, I already knew. I already knew something was wrong with my heart and that I couldn't love properly anymore.I should have left it out of the cards, left love to those foolish enough to crave it but instead, I had to go ahead and try to keep her. Adelaide made me imagine something hot and exciting between us, something fiery and passionate, but at the end of the day, she’s expendable.She’s always been. Only I matter.A kingdom rests on my shoulders.“Is she on her way?”Rafie’s voice grates against my nerves but I nod. I’m not angry at him anymore. He’s doing what I didn't have the strength to do.Galan chortles where he stands and I feel my hands clench. I should kill him for using his trickster magic on me, but he saved my life
“How sweet.”Cain’s hand stops immediately and my foggy brain can’t even make sense of what’s happening. Has Cain taken me to the point of release this morning? Yes.I’m worried I might be a horndog.I turn to see Safira leaning on the doorframe. Her dress is so pretty, it drapes over her body like liquid and damn, I almost forgot how pretty she was.She smirks as her eyes meet mine, “Should I leave?” Cain answers sweetly before I can and his reply makes me chuckle. He goes “Yes please.”Safira’s hand twitches and a pillow launches itself at the back of Cain’s head. I let it hit and burst into subdued chuckles when he lets out a slight “oof.”Safirs sighs and shakes her head “You have a meeting in like six minutes. Will you be down?”Cain smirks lazily and shrugs. Safira’s gaze darts to me and she fixes me with an inquisitive stare, “Will he be down?”I nod because despite how much I want him to stay with me and kiss me silly, he’s already explained to me how things are here.He has
Diane visits me one last time in my dreams. She smiles at me and though my heart breaks, I smile back at her.I know this is the end. This is the last time I will see her, and as we stand on the sandy beach, our eyes locked on each other and the resemblance undeniable, I let her embrace me as a mother would her child, and I cry so bad my heart feels like it’s going to break.Diane kisses my forehead and wipes my tears, “You’re stronger than your pain my love. You know that right?”I want to nod. I desperately want to nod. The moment I saw Cain, the reality of what had happened to me seemed to come crashing down on me. The moment I saw Lyros instead of him, saw flashes of me and him behind my closed eyes each time I blinked….. How do I live with that?How do I live with the knowledge of all the things I did with the man I hate? A man who used me?I wish I could forget.“This is fire Adelaide,” I clutch Diane closer as she pats my hair down, tears still streaming down my cheeks “Like g
Anger makes my teeth crack as Adelaide asks me a question. She looks up at me, uncertainty in her eyes, her expression scared and bleak.“Would you still love me, if I showed you what Lyros and I have been doing these past few months?”Something threatens to snap in me but I know what this is.I’ve seen this before. I’ve done this once.I nod and Adelaide’s shoulders shudder. I can see how fervently she’s trying to control herself. How ferociously she’s attacking the emotions that are surging forth.Something’s happened, and when I ask her, she tells me everything.Trapped in a memory chain of the Lycan King’s making for three months, her magic being the thing he used to fuel that spell, Lyros turned her magic into her trap, and then she tells me what the memories were about. Entire years' worth of memories of her waiting for him patiently in the fortress.Memories of how he saved her from her pack and brought her to a better life in his care, Memories of how she became his personal p
Cain and Safira comfort me and tell me it’s okay. I can feel Cain’s concern for me like eyes at the back of my head.He’s always staring at me. He looks at me with such intensity that I feel all the things in my stomach churn and my thoughts go filthy. Memories flash past my eyes each time I close them.Memories of me and him in this world.Memories of me and him in a cave, happy sated smiles on our faces and our bodies totally unclad. We’re nude, and we’re comfortable.I see memories of deep and easy loving. Love that took me to the peak of pleasure, and threw me off the edge of my climax, again, and again, and again.My body begins to warm and Safira hits me on the arm, “For skies’ sake, Focus Adelaide. Are you sure you’re okay?”I turn to her and at the sight of familiar deeply tan skin and obsidian black eyes, a smile lights up my face. “I haven’t spent a day here and I’m already being mothered.”Safira grins and chuckles at that, and I feel light in my heart.She and Cain give
My heart melts with each passing moment i listen to Cain’s words and I almost can’t believe this is happening.My mind tells me if I blink he’ll go away, so I keep my eyes wide open, and I stare at him. I know it’s real when he stares at me in that same way.The lines of Cain’s face look new to me now. His warmth feels so familiar yet so alien. There’s an air around him that I can’t place, but I love every bit of it.I love it the way I love him, and when he leans in to kiss me again, I can feel the desperation in his touch. He’s as scared of me leaving as I am of him not being real in this moment. Finding him shouldn’t be this easy.It shouldn’t have been this easy, yet it was and I can’t seem to believe that.A sudden scream makes me cling to him like a frightened puppy until my brain realizes i know that voice.I know the texture of that squeall. I’ve heard that feminine tilt before.Safira’s scent invades my senses immediately and a warm body plasters itself to mine. She’s sobbing