All Chapters of Sold to the Ruthless Lycan king (The Lycan's flame).: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I watch as she walks behind Cain and avoids the gaze of everyone around her. My mansion is bustling with warriors and they all stare at my two hand-picked weapons. The wolf girl is far from being anything close to a weapon. She might prove useful in the future, and I believe I'll get to judge that in the next few days. My other weapon though, the gloomy silver-haired male who others have come to see as my second in command, is already known so it's normal for those around to stare at him. He hates it but he has to endure it, almost the same way he hates me but he has to endure me.The maid by my side has her eyes fixated on the floor. She's standing a few feet away and her heart is thumping in a similar manner that a rabbit's would once being chased by wolves, or rather how a werewolf's would when at the mercy of a Lycan.It brings back memories and that may be the only reason I keep her here. They all know I don't roll in the sheets with those who aren't worthy and the thought of d

Adelaide tries and fails to get into the pants, her foot hanging in mid-air and the other one failing to keep her balanced and making her hop around instead.Her cheeks are flaming hot and I suspect it's because she's changing in front of me, but that isn't helping me scoff internally any less than I already am."Lyros will be disappointed if you walk out to meet him half naked and I assure you, pants or no pants, you WILL step out of that door in the next two minutes."She pales and struggles to get into the leather pants in one last burst of energy. I let the seconds tick down in my mind and try to arrange some other things in the landscape of my imagination.It's been two days since the address Lyros gave the warriors. The one that made his intention of starting a war with the werewolves known. Personally, I don't think the werewolves stand a chance, especially if they're all like this one here.But the Lycan king of the north alone cannot subdue the whole werewolf race here behind

Shame colors my cheeks when we get down from the car. What the fuck was I doing? Shit.Kissing the Lycan king in a car???"Good day Lord Lyros." A voice drags me out of my thoughts ``What a coincidence bumping into you here."The voice doesn't ring in my head as that of someone I know but yet it does at the same time. I'm pretty sure I've never met this woman face-to-face before, but maybe I don't have to. Maybe I just have to have seen her from the seat of a restaurant and have Cain tell me the details that I need to know.Her name is Ardan Saina, Luna to the Alpha of the Salt pack and a master of poisons."Don't touch her, don't smell her, if possible don't breathe the air around her. She's not an alpha wolf but she's a strong werewolf all the same. Fond of setting people who are more well-dressed than her up, so be careful not to let her attention linger on you for too long. Don't try to flatter her and in essence, don't say anything. Look at her with courage, meek courage, and n

The hall we walk through is wide and tasteful in its design. The tiles gleam underneath my heels and the walls are the color of blood mixed with midnight. I expected that since the exterior of this building had been painted all white, the interior would be something light too but I can see I'm wrong.I know I shouldn't do this but I can't help myself. I steal a glance at the Lycan king and I'm smitten yet again. Lord Lyros, king of the north, looks dashing in his ensemble. His hair is swept back, making his cold eyes and the hard edges of his face stand out with a strange sort of beauty. His handsome face isn't something anyone can just glance over so I find myself lingering on it more than I should. The sound of voices just ahead of us makes me take my eyes away and a hush falls across the hallway when the people who had been speaking pass us. Their eyes are glued to the floor, only taking quick glances at me and walking away as fast as they can afterward.These are men, full-grow

For the rest of the night, I and Raymel talk. I find it ironic that he sees me as suitable company, even if he wants to get back at Lyros who seems less concerned about whatever it is I might be doing.He's always at the periphery of my vision, just out of plain sight but yet not quite fully hidden. He stands like a still boat amid a raging ocean and he almost steals my attention away from my new acquaintance a couple of times."Have you tried the fish, Adelaide?"Raymel's voice is like honey rolling off the tip of his tongue. I focus on him fully and there he is, copper brown hair and handsome features, a slightly clipped accent that makes his voice exquisite and his words interesting to listen to, and a smile on his face that reaches his eyes.I take this all in and begin to wonder what the hell his former bride was thinking. Lyros is hot and all, but I don't think that would count when I look at how nice Raymel is. I take the kebab from him, something I had no clue what to call u