All Chapters of Sold to the Ruthless Lycan king (The Lycan's flame).: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“You said you were abducted on your way here?”I nod and sip my third cup of tea slowly, ignoring the amused look Safira is giving me.“We were on a horse and we passed through a small town, but on our way into the forest we met three men.”“Three men Adelaide killed by promising to let them fuck her.”My wrist aches so badly with the need to flick this tea into Rhys’s face but my body is too calm for that. I ignore him and continue.“They had crescent moon eyes…. Like yours.” Cain averts his eyes immediately and it frustrates me.How do I tell him his eyes look beautiful? They’re crescent moon eyes and they do look eerie, but at the same time, they feel like they could have only ever looked good on him.Sure it looked sexy on Atreau, the one with the green crescent eyes, but on Cain… it looks like someone hung the moon up on the darkest night. A crescent moon against a canvas of black. It’s breathtaking.“How did you kill them?”I take another sip of my tea and sink as far as I can i

Safira rolls her eyes and pins me with a stare. “You look like a princess Adelaide.”“Exactly! This” I gesture to the dress on my body violently “Is too distracting. I am the one who’s wearing it and I can't even keep my eyes off it. Where did you get something like this?” “I stole it.” My fascinated thoughts come to a halt all at once and I turn to look at her. “You did what?” “Oh relax Adelaide. You don’t think Lyros didn’t have a wardrobe planned for this trip do you?” I consider the possibility and almost rule it out. He couldn’t possibly have thought of something like clothes for us to wear, but at the same time.., my mind takes me back to the moments at the Lycan house in the human realm. He did have that bag, and that dress for me to wear. I frown and stare at my reflection in the mirror once more. “I’ll admit he might have a sense of fashion, but I'm so lost Safira. No one told me anything about a ball. What should I do? What should I say? Shit, what do I do?” The last

“Isn’t this a pleasant surprise?”I’m staring daggers at the Queen of a kingdom I am currently in. I could be killed for that, maimed, and made to suffer greatly, at least I suppose so, but that isn’t the main crux of my problem.My problem is Queen Eretria, and the fact that she’s as beautiful as a dark night.Her hair is darker than Safira’s, if that’s possible, and it is because I'm looking at it. Her eyes, are startling. They aren’t wholly black, but the darkness in them is appealing. It doesn’t help that she has the attitude of a generous, humorous, very likable person, and the only person she’s chosen to lavish her charms on, is Cain.“Your dress looks spectacular Adelaide. Your husband spared no expense.”Cain chokes and The Queen looks away. If King Rafie sees that his wife just passed a message to Cain when they passed the next platter of delicacies over, he doesn’t say anything, he smiles. His smile is a knowing one so he knows, but Cain’s voice at the back of my mind tell

His head is propped up on the bicep of one arm and hell, there is muscle on that thing. Veins line a good part of his flesh and from his neck down, I see the most alluring body ever.Slightly tan skin and firm man boobs with perky nipples. Hells.His shoulders are broad and everywhere is packed with compact muscles.Too much of a hard blush threatens to make me pass out when I let my eyes travel downwards but Lyros simply chuckles even more.“It’s okay, you can look.”“I can’t. I’m encouraging you is what I'm doing.”He smiles. I don’t have to know I'm being played again.Lyros stands with his dong still rigid and swinging. Hells save me, it feels so wrong to look away but I do.His legs take him into what I'll assume is the bathroom. Sure enough, I hear water running and soap being lathered, I listen to every bit of it. My legs become slippery when I clench them together and the urge to do something overcomes me, anything to make myself feel pleasure, but then a strange smell hits m

Cain and Safira make me feel odd.I don’t think they realize they do, but they do. Cain is in an all black ensemble and I can't help but stare at his boots. They’re a smaller replica of the ones Lyros wore last night. Black and lined with fur at the edges. His legs look powerful in them.And for the third time today I find myself at odds with what I want. I said I wanted us to talk, but he’s talking to Safira right now and there’s no indication that he’s willing to talk to me.I think he’s as nervous as I am when it comes to talking, and that provides me some reprieve at least.I am not the most powerful when it comes to brute force, though I might have bitten off more than I could chew the last time I attacked Rhys, but Cain has made me sharpen my intuition. It is ten times better than what he originally met, and it allows me to see there’s something in the way Cain talks to Safira that is lacking in the way he talks to me.That kiss between us happened. I know it did.That sligh