All Chapters of The Hated Mate (Lycan and his Lover Book 2): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lavi gazes at her and smiles. “Go ahead,” he whispers.Anna moans when he tickles her earlobes. The water around them is starting to swirl in circles, a soothing breeze conjured by Lavi brushing against their wet bodies. His member is starting to enter her and Anna presses her lips to his neck.Her canines start to come out and she bites him. Instantly, he enters her and she stifles another moan. A surge of heat passes through them, making Lavi growl but it is a sweet pain. Anna slowly backs off and seductively looks at Lavi. “Does it hurt?” she asks him in a raspy voice.In response, Lavi pulls her to him and hungrily kisses her, the sounds of their heated session echoing all around the cave. He plunges deeper into her, her warm walls quivering as he keeps on hitting her erotic spot. Anna nips at him, her perky breasts brushing against his chest. She writhes against his groin, gyrating in sync with him. Lavi cannot get enough of his mate. Nothing is more pleasurable than having her

The guests of the Emperor have been settled comfortably in their quarters. Phillippe is overjoyed to have his friend with him and is eager to create an alliance against Lavi. Alexei is sitting with him at the study, simply listening.“My half brother must be in Soloma by now,” Phillippe says as he pours wine into a couple of glasses. He offers one to Alexei who thanks him.“He will be raising an army against me,” he goes on, his tone bitter. “There is no doubt about it. Soloma is supporting his claim to the throne.”“You do not have an heir,” Alexei points out. “If your half brother is taken out, Faika will be in a succession crisis. Guinevere will not be backed by any of the lords and since she is a woman, the next person to inherit the throne is…”“My father-in-law,” Phillippe sighs. “Aemon Morales. He is the most capable man in the country and Moira’s father. After him, it will be someone from his family. Regardless, after my death, there is no male heir and hence, by law, the thro

The moon is shining brightly in the sky, illuminating the whole area. An eerie silence is engulfing the streets as the people sleep within the small houses along the road. A slim figure is slowly walking along the path in silence, pausing every now and then to make sure no one is following her. Moira is nervously glancing around for any possible intruders. She is slowly heading for the forest which lies ahead. A guard is standing there, waiting for her. He extends his arm to her and she hesitantly takes it, letting him lead her to the lair. They walk in silence until they reach an opening where a tall man in his fifties is waiting for her. “You’re late, Your Majesty,” Two says with a slight sneer. “I thought I was more special to you.” “Let us get it over with!” Moira snaps at him. She is in no mood to listen to his whims but she has no choice. “Tut tut! You shouldn’t be mean to the man who’s holding the key to your deepest secret.” Moira scowls but Two only smirks. She lets go

Lavi’s nostrils flare in anger but he remains calm. Beside him, Anna is also defensive while Nine is numb. Damien tries not to look at her, keeping his eyes on Lavi.“I was born here!” Damien snarls. “I know how this magic works! It only works on those who are not from Soloma. I can come in and out of here freely. I even know the shortest route.”Anna takes out a blade and is ready to attack but Lavi shakes his head.“Damien,” he calmly begins. “You know very well that we are innocent. The real culprit is Moira and her father!”“I do not care who the real murderer is,” Damien whispers. “I just need to kill you-”“AHHHHH!” A sudden burst of purple light hits him and he falls backwards. His men draw their swords and try to attack Lavi’s group but the purple light hits them as well. Lavi pushes Anna aside, shielding her but both of them are staring wide eyed at Nine.Her short dark hair has turned white and her eyes are glowing in a violet shade. Raising her hands, she shoots another pu

The streets of Soloma are crowded with people who are conducting their daily affairs. Amongst them is a couple who are peasants, carrying a few baskets with them. However, they are not peasants. “This place reeks of death,” Aryan murmurs, his reddish eyes gleaming in need to drink the blood of dead people. “Aryan, you already had a hearty meal last night at the graveyard!” Polina hisses. “Are you still thirsty?” Her partner shrugs. Even though the streets are crowded with people, Aryan can sense a strong aura of death. Soloma is known as the country built on a graveyard. Years ago when the Gods were still roaming around, they used this place as their personal playground where millions of humans were killed. The Gods used their followers to have those humans sacrificed for their twisted pleasure. Even after thousands of years, the smell of death has not left. For a vampire like Aryan, the scent of death is very tempting. He cannot help but be seduced by it. His gleeful smile makes P