All Chapters of The Lycan's Slave Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jaden's POV I kissed her deeply, savouring her lips with tears falling from my eyes as I closed my eyes tight, gnashing my teeth while my wolf howled in sadness. My dark past was creeping in, and as much as I tried to push it away, it kept coming bit by bit.I tried to focus on the kiss so I would forget this miserable past trying to hunt me down, but it wasn't enough. My hands wrapped around her as I drew her closer, dipping my tongue in as I gave her a deeper kiss, enjoying the softness of her lips and how plump they were.She let out a short moan as my hand moved up and rubbed the corner of her left breast. Her moan gave me more courage as I cupped the entire boobs in my palm, pressing and teasing the nipple with the tip of my finger.Her hand reached up to brush and tug at my hair, trying to muffle whatever sound was escaping from her lips.It seemed her left breast was a very sensitive part of her body, as I could see her reacting to it. I could feel her boobs swelling with the

Aurora's POVI was overwhelmed with happiness watching the great Lycan king groaning in pain as I tortured him with all the demonic charms I had. My fellow demons kept taking pictures and videos, which they sent to his son through magic powers.I badly needed Jaden here, not for a mere mockery, but to kill him instead. I already have a total change of plans."Are you sure he will come here? Why didn't he follow his parents at first? " The demon king asked. I shrugged, knowing he was expecting me to answer all that.The demon king is here already, and all the demons have already entered this pack. I thought the demon king would give me time to flex and mock this pack, but he seemed eager to take control of the wolf kingdom and Lycans.Before the Lycan warriors came, he and the remaining legion of demons had already arrived. He was the one who attacked the Lycans unexpectedly and trapped them before they could think of fighting back. Now all he wanted was for Jaden to come over, so he w

When night fell and most of us had gone to bed, they attacked. They ambushed us, slaughtering both women and children. A large number of men had joined the army, and the ones left had been taken by surprise. I had tried my best to hold the fort, killing as much as I could. I was skilled with the bow and arrow, and though my mother regretted my military inclination, it had come in handy. I heard the screams of my people being torn from limb to limb, and I was helpless, unable to save them all. Remembering my mother, I ran back to the Hall of Alphas, hoping to protect her. Pushing aside the flap that served as her door, I ran in only to find an empty room. My mother was gone. Shouting a battle cry at the top of my lungs, I charged out of the room, wielding my bow in the air. I saw red and was ready to maim anything and anyone in my way when I heard my mother call my name from behind me. Her calm voice sent a chill down my spine and I spun on the ball of my heels. My mother was held ca

LucasThey have returned. My father and his army, from the sound of it, had been victorious. Our father was constantly bent on expanding our territory and increasing our military power as well. He was power-hungry and, thus, garnered more enemies than friends. He was wary of everyone, including me, and it had led to him murdering my mother, Luna, in a fit of rage. I had not forgiven him, but I had learnt to move on regardless of the stigma his bad reputation hung over my head. I was his son, after all, his only heir. Although I was capable of holding my own, he had forbidden me from fighting in the recent war. He was ‘protecting his heritage', according to him.I left the privacy of my room to welcome them, and the villagers had assembled too, singing the praises of our warriors. The outcries of exultation filled the air, and soon the courtyard was full of people. Suddenly, a horn blared shrilly, announcing the arrival of my father, the Lycan King. He was also an Alpha, but he preferr

The screaming continued, drawing my attention. My wolf, a grey-furred affair, was alert, nipping at me to discover who this incessant screamer was. I strolled to the open window and looked out only to see a young woman tied to a pole. Two warriors stood on both sides, whipping her maliciously. She dodged some of the whippings but suffered the brunt of their cruelty. Her clothing was in shambles, threads loose and hems in disarray.I summoned my right-hand man, and he raced to my side promptly."Yes, my Lord," he replied adequately, his head slightly bowed. I turned my back on him and watched the torture session out in the fields."Do you know who that is, Ryker?" I tapped my fingers on the sill, unconsciously counting the number of whips falling on her back."Yes, my Lord," he repeated, bowing again. "That is Princess Miatta of the Black Fur Pack, and she is being punished for speaking against your father, the Alpha.""On whose orders?""Beta Logan, my Lord," he bowed finally, and I d