All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Caged Princess : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter Thirty One Alexander’s POV My little naughty kitten was busy doing something that I will never expect Of her to do, especially when she is my prisoner , trapped in my bedroom. This young lady is something else , quite an entertainment.I chuckled as I watched Zara dance in the huge bedroom, wearing nothing but my big white shirt,the shirt hung loosely on her slender frame, with the cuffs of the sleeves dangling over her fingertips. Her movements were fluid and sensual, her hips swaying to the music as she twirled and spun.The way she moved was mesmerizing, and I couldn't take my eyes off her on the screen. Her long hair flowed behind her, catching the light as she spun around. The room was bathed in a soft, warm glow, and the music filled the space, creating an intimate atmosphere.As she danced, she seemed completely unaware of me watching her through the CCTV, she seemed lost in the moment. I could see the curve of her back, the gentle slope of her hips, and the soft swe

Chapter Thirty Three Annabelle’s POV I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stare at my phone, trying to steady my shaking hands before I hit the call button. I've been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever - the results of my medical school exams. It's been a grueling journey, filled with sleepless nights and endless hours of studying, but finally, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. And I can't wait to share the good news with the people who mean the most to me.I called my twin brother first to break the news to him but I am not surprised that he didn’t pick up my call , I will have to tell him in person like a surprise when I go back home. As the screen flickers to life, I see my parents' faces appear before me, and my heart swells with love and gratitude. They look so happy and proud, and I can feel my eyes welling up with tears as I prepare to share my news."Mom, Dad," I begin, my voice shaking with emotion. "I passed. I passed my exams!"There

Chapter Thirty Five Zara’s POV Of course I’m not pregnant , I don’t feel nauseous or like I want to throw up but I feel like punching something to let out my pent up frustration. I only said that to keep Kai mute and make him leave me alone, I don’t know why I am suddenly all moody and emotional. I am not on my period and I feel more embarrassed when I remember Kai telling me that they could hear my loud moans and screams from across Alex’s bedroom. I strip out of Alex’s green large hoodie that I wore to leave the room and step into the warm, inviting water of my bathtub, relishing the feeling of the bubbles and scented oils caressing my skin. The modern, luxurious bathroom around me is a haven of peace and tranquility, a stark contrast to the chaos and violence of the war that has torn apart my homeland.As I close my eyes and let myself sink deeper into the water, my thoughts drift inevitably to my parents, who disappeared during the conflict. The memories flood my mind, of th

Chapter Thirty Seven Zara’s POV I didn’t need anyone to show me where the gardens were because I know almost all the main places because I once served as a servant. I slowly walked towards the large and beautiful garden,I stand at the edge of the garden, surrounded by a colorful array of flowers in full bloom. The sun is shining down, casting a warm glow over everything, and the scent of freshly-cut grass and blooming flowers fills my nostrils. I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment, and let the peacefulness of the scene wash over me.The garden is a riot of color, with vibrant pink, red, and purple flowers blooming alongside softer hues of yellow, white, and blue. I see delicate roses, bright daisies, and bold dahlias all vying for my attention. The petals are soft to the touch, like velvet, and I can't help but run my fingers over them, feeling their texture.As I walk through the garden, I feel a sense of wonder at the sheer variety of flowers on display. I spot tal

Chapter Thirty Nine Annabelle’s POV I stand in the middle of my small apartment, staring at the cardboard box before me. It's filled with clothes - my clothes - and I can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me as I realize that this is the last time I'll ever pack them up in this room.I'm a newly minted medical school graduate, and I've spent the past few years studying my heart out to get to where I am now. And now, as I prepare to board a flight back home to my family, especially my hot headed and grumpy twin brother Alex, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation at what the future holds.I take a deep breath and begin to methodically fold each piece of clothing before placing it carefully in the box. I pause every so often to glance around the room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds one last time. The posters on the walls, the textbooks piled high on my desk, the framed photo of my family that sits on my bedside table - each item carries with