All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Caged Princess : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter Seventy OneZara’s POV “I don’t know …it’s just so annoying and embarrassing. But the doctor said it was negative the last we checked “ I said, biting my lips and looking away. “Huh…” Annabelle sighed and didn’t say anything else while she continued what she was doing which was easing the pain on my ankles. I couldn’t help but gently place my hands on my stomach. “I wonder what my mom would think if she knew that her daughter is at the far end of the world trying to get pregnant “ I thought in my head. I lay in my bedroom, the soft sheets embracing my tired body. Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. It was a quiet afternoon, one of those rare moments when time seemed to slow down, allowing me to catch my breath and reflect.Dr. Annabelle , the young and vibrant woman, stood beside me, her white coat slightly wrinkled, a sign of her dedication to her profession. Her eyes sparkled with compassion as she looked down at me, h

Chapter Seventy Three Alexander’s POV I stood at the head of the long, mahogany table, my piercing gaze fixed upon the faces of my loyal men. The dimly lit room was adorned with opulent decorations, reflecting the wealth and power we had accumulated through years of calculated risks and ruthlessness. Smoke tendrils curled in the air, as the aroma of fine cigars filled our private sanctuary."Gentlemen," I began, my voice low and commanding, "gather 'round and listen well."The room fell silent, the only sound being the faint clinking of whiskey glasses. My men, dressed in tailored suits and exuding an air of confidence, leaned in closer, eager to hear my words. Their eyes gleamed with anticipation, aware that this meeting held the promise of immense riches."I have a proposition," I declared, my voice laced with the certainty of a man who had navigated the treacherous world of organized crime with deadly precision. "A deal that will bring us a profit share of billions."Whispers of

Chapter Seventy Five Knight’s POV As usual , Annabelle and I went back to pretending as if everything was normal. As if we didn’t spend the entire night eye fucking and kissing each other. Now, I stand here, my eyes fixated on her as she moves with grace and determination through the bustling hospital corridors. Dr. Annabelle Vincenzo, the young female doctor I have been entrusted to protect. Her radiant energy fills the air, making her a beacon of hope amidst the sea of despair that surrounds us.With each step, she exudes a confidence that is both inspiring and humbling. Her long chestnut hair cascades down her shoulders, bouncing in rhythm with her hurried gait. The white coat she wears, a symbol of her profession, billows slightly behind her like a cape, marking her as a true hero in my eyes.Weaving through the chaos, Annabelle effortlessly navigates the maze of doctors, nurses, and patients, her purpose never wavering. Her eyes, bright with determination, scan the scene ahea

Chapter Seventy SevenAlexander’s POV “Fine , you caught me there. I was only going to trash the art supplies in the garden when a silly idea stuck in my head and I organised a small picnic. The weather seems perfect for someone to paint and I know Zara and her hot temper will definitely try to look for me , that’s why I dropped hints to Kai by telling him that I’m going to trash Zara’s art supplies in my grandmother’s garden which now belongs to my mother because she spends a great amount of time taking care of the flowers. Mother said she loves the garden so much because that’s when she confirmed her love for father when he organized a little birthday lunch for her and gifted her a bunny , the story is kind of cringe so I didn’t bother to listen to all of it but Annabelle on the other hand can recite the whole thing. I dropped the art supplies on a wooden bench in the garden and called one of my men and asked him to tell the maids to set up a picnic for me in the garden , righ

Chapter Seventy Nine Zara’s POV By the time Alexander and I finished, I was exhausted and wrung out, and I would wake up sore as hell tomorrow, but I didn’t care. Alex hadn’t held back, and that was what I’d wanted. Needed.Somehow, in choosing to let go, I’d never felt more powerful. Strength in weakness, control in submission.“Aren’t you tired?” I yawned, watching Alex through half-droopy eyes. We’d gone at it for what must’ve been hours, but whereas I was ready to pass out, he looked alert and awake as ever.“If by ‘tired’ you mean you wore me out, perhaps,” he said in an uncharacteristically teasing tone. “But if you’re asking whether I’m sleepy, no.”“How is that possible?” I mumbled into my pillow.“Do not underestimate my strength,Kitten. Besides I’m a busy man and I sleep a few hours a night—if I’m lucky.”I frowned. “But that’s…” Another huge yawn. “Not good.”Humans need sleep. How had Alex survived all this time in only a few hours a night? “We should fix that. Chamomile