All Chapters of The Lycan King's Rejected Daughter: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

WARD I don’t know how long I have been down in the dungeons of the Kingdom of Anubis, but it feels like I have been down here for days. There is no natural light that comes into the dungeon, so I cannot feel the passing of time. The dungeons are dark except for a few lights in the hallway that buzz loudly constantly. The sound alone is its own form of punishment. The silver cuffs on my wrist are beginning to burn into my wrists. My skin is getting raw and blood begins to trickle down my wrists. I try to move the cuffs from rubbing the same spot but the silver stings my fingers as I try to slip them underneath the cuffs. The sound of moans comes from the cell next door. The guards visit him several times a day to torture him. I do not know what kind of information they are trying to get out of him but they are getting nowhere with him. The smell of his burning flesh fills the air, it smells so disgusting that it makes my stomach turn. “Why don’t you just give them the

KEENA The bindings around my wrists and ankles cut into my flesh as I try to wiggle free. My teeth grind against the cloth that has been placed in my mouth and tears stream down my cheeks. I know that I need to get out of here before the High Priestess comes back. I don’t know how many more experiments I can take. The High Priestess is convinced that I am the key to unlocking the magic that is trapped within the amulet. Every time that I fail to awaken its power I am subjected to some sort of torture. I have lost count of how many days I have been locked in this room and tied to this chair. There is a single window in my prison. I was counting the rise and fall of the moon but I have lost count of how many days I have been here. It is not like it matters anyway, I know that time passes differently within the coven. I could have been here for weeks or months, or as little as a few days. I try to keep my wits about me but with each passing of the moon, I can feel myself

WARD After hanging up the phone call with Faris, I had the phone back to Cleo. She is chewing on her bottom lip, deep in thought. “What are you thinking?” I ask her curiously. “I am thinking about how we can find your mate,” she says absentmindedly. Cleo begins to pace the floor of her living room. She is mumbling something under her breath that I cannot quite make out. It is as if she is trying to talk herself into whatever plan she has formulated in her mind. I take a step in front of her to stop her pacing. “Tell me what you are thinking,” I say to her. “There is a witch in the dungeons that has the ability of sight,” Cleo tells me. “She has not been treated well.” “Do you think that she would be willing to help me?” I cannot hide the desperation in my voice. “Since we have taken her into custody, the only thing that she has said is that one day I will come to her for help when you return to the Kingdom,” Cleo tells me. “I swore to her that I would never

WARD I storm toward the plane. Otto is waiting outside of the plane with his arms crossed over his chest. He greets me with a sly grin but I growl at him. Pushing past him, I climb the stairs and board the plane. I hear Otto scurrying up the plane steps behind me, trying to get my attention. I spin around and growl at him once again. “Hey man,” Otto raises his hands. “I didn’t know they were going to lock you in the dungeons.” I laugh in his face. “So you admit that you tipped off Alpha Cleo that I was looking for her?” Otto takes a step back and keeps his hands raised in the air. “I didn’t know that they were going to lock you up. But you found them and got the answers that you were looking for.” “Do you know what happened while I was locked up because of your big mouth?” I snap at him. “Keena was taken by the covens once again.” “I am not the one that left my mate alone,” Otto mumbles under his breath. I spin around faster than Otto can think and twist h

KEENAThe room where I am being held captive smells heavily of urine and blood. I have given up all hope that someone is coming to rescue me. My parents probably assume that I left for Egypt without my new bodyguard and Ward is still being held captive in Cairo. If I am going to get out of here alive, I am going to have to do it myself. I begin to formulate a plan. I have been mentally taking notes for the past few days. Or at least I assume that it has been days. The High Priestess only comes to visit me once a day, digging her knife into different parts of my body demanding that I teach her the secrets of the amulet. Secrets that I don’t know. After she comes to visit a small witch comes in to clean my wounds and force-feeds me bread and water. The first couple of days I tried to resist the food and water. I just wanted to wither away to nothing. What I didn’t realize was that the little witch had the ability to compel others. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to fight h