All Chapters of Sold to the Ruthless Lycan king (The Lycan's flame).: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Adelaide?”Cain’s voice is like honey in my ears.“Adelaide.”My eyes are heavy and they are sleep-filled. I cannot open them even if I wanted to. They are swollen and bruised now. Raymel punched me. “Adelaide? Can you hear me?”A weak grunt is the voice’s reply. Yeah, I can hear him, but I wish he didn’t have to come at this moment.Raymel is on the other side of the camp they’ve brought me to. The lamp in his tent is illuminating the space inside and the outline of him and what he’s doing is clear.My ears react to the sound immediately and soon my head is filled with it. The sound of thumping, of skin slapping skin. Raymel fucks fast and hard. The female he’s banging has firm tits, they don’t dangle off her body as she kneels in a doggy position, the shadow of her hair even gives it a silky feel, but the main focus of the show is Raymel.He’s perfect.The outline of his body is like a sculpted statue. Everything from the biceps of his arms to the well-built upper section.“Ahhhhh

“What?” He nods and settles back into the seat in that carefree posture of his again. Even Raymel had a stiffness to his back as he sat... He sat up, back straight, chin forward, infuriating eyes glaring at me even as I bit my nails just to irritate him. This guard though. He sits like he’s the prince. He’s carefree, and my time around my brother’s friends taught me at least one thing. A carefree attitude is usually the cause of a carefree life, and a carefree life is most times offered by filthy rich parents. Or at least well-to-do ones. A wave of nostalgia assaults me and in a split second, I feel myself in the forest again, bones broken and heart pounding, running away from my brother and his friend who sought to take me back to a pack I wanted to escape from. That felt like something that happened years ago, not months ago. I feel so much older now. Which explains why I feel I'm being underestimated by this male currently with me. To him, I'm a naive little wolf girl. A

“Lord Lyros?” A tentative statement full of careful caution. “What?” Goosebumps run across the length of my arm and pretty much on every other spare inch of skin on me. The word is soft. So soft that it doesn’t sound like something he would say. “What’s…. happening right now? I’m confused.” He raises his head up to peer at me from half open eyes. I can only see the bright blue of his eyes this up close and it threatens to pull me in and never let me go. They’re like blue pools of soft light. “I am Lord Lyros of the north and you are Lady Adelaide, my wife.” My heart stops and a sharp pain cuts through my chest, like someone has just stabbed me with a knife. “Your what?” “I dislike repeating myself Adelaide. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together.” My very being revolts at the idea. I set myself to imagining it. Waking up in the same bed as him and coming back here everyday, to meet him waiting and hoping for something. “Don’t fool yourself little wolf. If I say

I wake up in another bed.The feeling of it is different against my skin but the first thing I notice is the absence of the body that is meant to be near me.My foggy memories come rushing back like a tide and a cold feeling courses through my body.What the fuck have I done?I’m out of the bed in a minute and I'm walking down the hallway as fast as my legs can take me. Cain’s scent hits me like a wave.My nose picks him out from the multitude of scents wafting through the hallway. Again, I am taken aback by the beauty of this place, but my feet move with determination and I weave my way around people who look at me strangely.Cain’s scent stops in front of a room and I don't hesitate before I go in.I wish I did.Lyros’s stare threatens to pin me to the floor. The other man is there too and he smiles when he sees me.“I guess you’re in a better frame of mind now?”I nod and let my eyes search for Cain covertly but I can't find him. His scent stops here but he’s not here.“What do you

Cain just entered the library. I want the earth to open up and swallow me right now. I watch as he walks in. Safira is hot on his heels and they are silent, silent enough that I know something is up but I have my problems to worry about, and as much as I want to go to Cain, as much as I want to run my hands down his skin and tell him I’m fucking sorry for being a slut and kissing Lyros, I stay where I am. I have enough problems of my own. I chuckle at the thought of that and hope for something sudden to happen. Maybe an arrow lodges into my chest suddenly or a lightning bolt strikes me, suddenly. The book on werewolves is in my hands and I look at the huge tome. The leatherbound item is on the table and one of King Rafie’s guards is waiting outside for me. I can’t take the tome to my room, or rather our room. Lyros and I are sharing a room. Isn’t that fucking great?“Adelaide?” Kill me. “Adelaide, are you in here?” My blood boils as Rhys’s recklessly loud voice booms in th