All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Caged Princess : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Knight’s POV There was no point lying.Annabelle is gone. Annabelle is not at home and on this island because I have exhausted my werewolf strength searching for her. I can't even smell her presence and I don't know what to do about it. I'm the person who is going to be punished because I'm her bodyguard and she is under my care.“I don't know where she is” I said with a weight through gritted teeth and the next thing I know is that Zara is screaming and crying while some delta werewolves appeared out of nowhere at Kai’s command as they dragged me forcefully.I could feel the sweat trickling down my forehead, mixing with the anger and frustration that boiled within me. The dimly lit corridor stretched ahead, casting eerie shadows on the cold stone walls. With each step, the heavy chains around my wrists clanked, a constant reminder of the merciless fate awaiting me. I was being dragged mercilessly to a dungeon, a place of despair and agony, where tor

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty TwoAnnabelle’s POV I opened my eyes slowly, groggy from whatever had caused me to lose consciousness. As my vision cleared, I realised with a jolt that I was no longer in the familiar comfort of my room. Instead, I found myself in a dimly lit, foreboding space. Fear gripped my heart as I took in my surroundings.The room was a grotesque sight, reminiscent of nightmares. Cold stone walls, covered in moss and dampness, enclosed me. The air was heavy with the scent of decay, making it difficult to breathe. Feeble rays of light seeped through a small, grated window, casting eerie shadows across the floor.My eyes darted around, trying to make sense of my situation. That's when I saw them – a group of dangerous-looking men, lurking in the shadows. They wore dark, tattered clothes that hung loosely on their menacing frames. Their faces were weathered, marked by scars and stubble beards. Each one seemed to exude a sense of brutality that made my heart race.I

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty FourKnight’s POV I found myself trapped in a dimly lit dungeon, shackled to the cold stone walls that surrounded me. The air was heavy with dampness, and the stench of decay permeated the room. Shadows danced across the grimy floor, and an eerie silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of distant dripping water. My heart pounded with fear and uncertainty as I awaited my fate.Suddenly, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and a group of nefarious-looking men entered the dungeon. Their dark, hooded cloaks obscured their faces, leaving only their malevolent eyes visible. They moved with an unsettling grace, like predators closing in on their prey. As they drew closer, I could see the glint of cold, metallic instruments in their gloved hands.Desperation welled up within me as I realized their intent. I pleaded for mercy, my voice echoing through the desolate chamber. "Please, stop! Don't do this!" I cried out, my words carrying a mixture of angu

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty SixAnnabelle's POV I knelt down in the middle of the vast hall, my body trembling with fear and uncertainty. The cold, hard ground beneath my knees sent shivers through me, matching the chill that ran down my spine. The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows that danced on the walls like malevolent spirits. I glanced around, my eyes scanning the silent room, desperately searching for an escape that seemed elusive.As I waited for my impending punishment, a knot tightened in my stomach. I knew the time for reckoning had arrived, and there was no escaping its grasp. The heavy silence was broken only by the sound of my own shallow breaths, as if the air itself had abandoned this forsaken place. How had I ended up here? How had I fallen into the clutches of this malevolent force?My gaze shifted to the figure seated across from me—a frail old man, my grandfather. His eyes, once filled with warmth and love, now bore a mix of confusion and concern. He p

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Eight Zara's POV I stormed out of the hospital , took a van and went back to the deadly mansion as I sat on the bed thinking and plotting my next move. I sat quietly in the dimly lit bedroom, my hands gently caressing my pregnant tummy. The room was filled with a sense of serenity, interrupted only by the soft hum of the ceiling fan above me. As I sat there, I could feel the life growing inside me, a tiny spark of joy amidst the turmoil that had recently surrounded my life.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and my mother-in-law stepped into the room. Her face wore a sombre expression, and her eyes were filled with remorse. She approached me hesitantly, as if unsure of how to start the conversation we both knew we needed to have."I'm sorry, dear," she began softly, "for the way your father-in-law treated you. He had no right to accuse you of making his son go into a coma."I looked up at her, my heart aching with the memories of the hurtful words tha