All Chapters of The Lycan Prince's Pet: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

She was frozen like an iceberg. Cold and stiff. A cold hand on the nape of her neck pulled her closer. It took her a few seconds to realize what was happening and a shiver ran down her spine when he licked her sealed lips. She jolted when he circled his arm around her waist and yanked her closer so that her front was pressed against his hard torso. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as he hovered over her to such an extent that she had to tilt back. She tried to force her hand between their bodies to push him away but there was no space. Her mind was going hazy and she needed to breathe. His lips were oddly warm and soft against hers but there was no gentleness in the kiss. It was savage and hard. Tears burned the back of her eyes, she tried to tilt her head but he kept her in place. Fiona bit his lower lip hard enough to draw out blood as he didn't even wince but luckily broke the kiss stepping back. She was too overwhelmed and staggered a little to balance herself when he mo

He was so tall with a muscular build and his powerful aura demanded absolute submission. "You can't escape tonight," He rasped, leaning back only to let his eyes rake over her tiny frame from head to toe with a dark glint in his eyes as if he was sizing her up. "I said, I don't want it." She said icily with all the mustered-up courage and tried to walk from the other side but he instantly leaned closer forcing her to step back so just their bodies won't touch. "It's your duty to please your husband. Which sort of a queen would you make?" He mocked and she glared at him. Their eyes locked into a heated gaze of dark intensity. "No is No, Draco Hendrix. Which sort of a king you'd make who doesn't even know the meaning of yes or no," She retorted coldly, his eyes narrowed in warning but the way his name rolled out of her lips sent a rush of blood to his groin. She was in nothing but just a bathrobe that reached her knees. He may hate her but he wasn't blind. The instant his eyes land

Fiona was sitting on the throne as Adrian walked inside the hall and behind him, guards were dragging Benjamin and the two of his friends who had snatched Gena's innocence. Gena was standing a little away from the throne to Fiona's right as she was controlling her tears. "What the f*ck is all this?" Benjamin demanded furiously. He was of a higher rank guard so being dragged like this by lower rank guards had his ego hurt pretty badly. "My queen, these are the men," Adrian said calmly, facing Fiona who was like the ominous silence of the deep sea. "Why are we dragged here like this?" Benjamin seethed glaring at Gena before facing Fiona. "This girl here claims that you and your friends have raped her," Fiona's voice was sharp and cold like ice. Benjamin clenched his jaw before glowering at Gena maliciously causing her to flinch a step back in terror as her whole body shook in fear. "It was her punishment for disrespecting me," He gritted so casually that Fiona's blood boiled in r

"I don't want to wear this," Fiona said looking at the exquisite dress. It was beautiful no doubt but it was too revealing. She didn't like such clothes which show this much skin. It was seemingly backless with only strings keeping the dress on her from the back. The wine-colored dress looked like blood on her snow-white skin. It was tight around her hips and all the way down with a long slit on the right leg. How in the world was she supposed to walk in that? "But it was the King's strict order to get you ready in all gifts he has sent for you my queen," Gena said and Fiona frowned. Gifts? More like shackles. "This is too much," Fiona grumbled when Gena put the diamond necklace on her neck and helped her wear the earrings. "I don't like it, I want my hair open," Fiona said when Gena stared at her a little troubled, and there was a look written over her face 'king commanded me to do this.' Pulling to her feet, Fiona peered at her reflection in the mirror. She looked like spoilt ro

"What?" She looked at him confused. "I said, open your hair," He gritted and her brows furrowed. He didn't let her ponder on his words as he pulled out the pin and her long silky locks cascaded down her back covering her bare back from sinful eyes. He stared at the pin in his hands in frustration. What the f*ck was wrong with him. A group of men approached him and he smoothly indulged in the conversation. Fiona was on edge. Her eyes kept bouncing around afraid that at any minute someone would plunge a knife into her heart. She was scared and her heart thumped in her ears. Whatever this Pedro guy said, it terrified her and the way he talked like that about former King Arthur made her believe he has more power than Arthur. It was possible Pedro was a part of the council. Fiona was too dependent on Arthur's words, she never thought about the council and how it was forbidden for werewolves and humans to have any sort of relationship and let alone marry a lycan king. This was absurd.