All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Caged Princess : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter Eighty One Zara’s POV I sit in the tranquil embrace of the blooming garden, my sanctuary of colors and scents. The warm rays of the sun caress my skin, as gentle zephyrs play with tendrils of my hair. Surrounded by a symphony of nature, I immerse myself in the joy of creation. A canvas rests on the easel before me, waiting patiently for the birth of a masterpiece.With a brush in one hand and a palette in the other, I dip my brush into the vibrant palette of pigments, each hue representing a different emotion. A soft smile graces my lips as I take a moment to listen to the melodious birdsong that accompanies my journey. The cheerful notes dance in the air, blending harmoniously with the rhythm of my heart.As I hum a lilting melody under my breath, my hand moves with grace and purpose. It glides across the canvas, leaving trails of color in its wake. A cascade of blue pours forth, blending seamlessly into the vivid greens of nature's foliage. My strokes become a dance, a c

Chapter Eighty Three I had just finished an exhausting surgery that stretched well into the evening hours. The sterile hospital air felt heavy against my skin, and the scent of antiseptic lingered in my nostrils. Fatigue tugged at every muscle in my body, and all I yearned for was the comfort of my own home, where I could finally rest and rejuvenate. My steps were slow and deliberate as I made my way toward the exit, the rhythmic click of my heels echoing through the deserted corridor.As I turned the corner to reach my office, a peculiar sight caught my eye. A young man, drenched in blood, sat huddled against the wall just outside the door. Panic jolted through me, coursing through my veins like an electric shock. My heart raced as I rushed to his side, discarding all thoughts of rest and solace."Are you alright? What happened?" I asked, my voice laced with concern as I knelt beside him.His eyes, glazed with pain and exhaustion, met mine for a fleeting moment before he succumbed t

Chapter Eighty FiveKnight’s POV“Boss, do you have anything to do with it ?”I asked immediately and I picked up the phone and stepped out so that Annabelle wouldn’t suspect anything. “What do you mean and how dare you question me when you haven’t been sending in your reports and progress? Is the girl pregnant yet ?” The Boss asked directly “No she is not big you should not touch or harm Annabelle in any way “ I said sounding really serious , this is the first time I am talking back to the Boss. “I don’t know what chick or pussy got you in your feelings but you need to come back to your senses and do the right thing before you mess things up for us ! Goodness you’re the best but you have been slacking , get your act together “ the Boss shouted on the phone before he hung up the phone. “Damn it” I hissed, hitting my legs on the wall and it made a little crack .“Are you okay? “ I heard Annabelle whispering while standing at the door. “Yes, why are your hands still bloody?” I asked

Chapter Eighty SevenAnnabelle’s POV I stood in front of the full-length mirror, the soft glow of the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains and gently caressing my bare skin. The air in the room felt warm, laden with a quiet anticipation. With just a towel tied around my waist, I held a jar of fragrant cream in my hands, ready to lavish my body with its silky touch.As I unscrewed the cap, a delicate scent filled the air, a subtle blend of sweet vanilla and exotic flowers. My fingertips dipped into the creamy goodness, scooping out a generous dollop. I brought my hands together, rubbing them gently, allowing the cream to warm between my palms. It was as if I was preparing myself for something more than a mere moisturizing ritual.Starting with my arms, I glided my hands along my skin, reveling in the sensation of the cream being absorbed, leaving behind a trail of velvety softness. My fingers danced across my collarbone, tracing delicate patterns on my skin. before moving

Chapter Eighty NineAlexander’s POV “I need to talk to you outside , right now” I said to Knight after dropping the flowers I picked in my sister’s arms. I stood outside on the veranda, the warm evening breeze gently rustling my hair as I stared into the distance. The fading light painted the sky with shades of pink and orange, creating a picturesque backdrop for the conversation that was about to take place. My heart raced with a mix of anticipation and concern as I watched the tall figure of my sister's bodyguard, Knight, approach me with a determined stride.Knight was a strong and reliable man, someone I trusted to keep my sister safe. His sharp features were accentuated by a five o'clock shadow, and his deep blue eyes held an intensity that could make anyone think twice before crossing him.As he drew closer, I couldn't help but notice the slight crease between his brows, evidence of the burdens he carried."Hey, Knight," I greeted him, attempting to keep my voice steady. "Than