All Chapters of Enslaved Princess of the Lycan King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SERAFINA I ran back to my quarters with excitement bubbling in my heart and I immediately laid down at my corner, a big smile laced on my lips. I couldn't wait to meet Prince Arie after all this while. I never thought I'd be THIS happy to see the man I had loathed the idea of marrying all my life. Prince Arie didn't have a problem actually, he was nice and loving to me. But I couldn't bring myself to ever love him. It was the prospect of getting married to a man that I didn't love that scared me the most. But now, getting to see a familiar face from home amidst all of the trouble I faced her was a fresh breath. I couldn't wait. I decided to sleep off at the spot, firstly, the slaves would soon be done with their duties and be back to the quarters. I didn't want to have any interaction with anyone and I knew they would be surprised to see me back and would want to bombard me with questions, I wasn't ready to speak to anyone. And to be quite sincere, I was still a bit sad about

ZAHIRAs I stood there, my eyes fixed on Serafina's diminishing figure, a tumultuous storm raged within me. The scent of the human on het still lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the deception that had unfolded before me. It was evident, even to my perceptive senses, that she had been lying—her feeble attempt at deception falling short. She was a terrible liar. Why would she venture into the forest to meet with a human slave? That was utter crap. She was lying. So now, more importantly, who was the true recipient of her encounters? The questions echoed within my mind, demanding answers that remained just out of reach. I knew Serafina well enough to discern that she possessed neither a human female friend nor a genuine reason to meet with one. She had no friends in this Kingdom, when did she even have the chance to make one?She was a blatant liar. Her attempt to mislead me only served to deepen the mystery, and a surge of frustration coursed through my veins. What hidden

SERAFINAThe night air was still and heavy with silence as I tiptoed back into my dimly lit quarters. The palace was enveloped in darkness, its occupants lost in the embrace of slumber. With each careful step, I could feel the weight of the day's events lingering upon my weary shoulders. The encounter in the forest had left me both exhilarated and anxious, a mix of conflicting emotions coursing through my veins.As I reached the corner of the room as a sigh escaped my lips. I could momentarily find solace and gather my thoughts. The soft glow of a single candle flickered, casting dancing shadows upon the walls, granting me a semblance of comfort in this labyrinth of torment.I sank down onto the threadbare cushion, my body yearning for rest, but my mind too restless to succumb to sleep. The events of the evening replayed in my mind like an endless loop, the meeting in the forest – with both Prince Arie and the Cloaked Lycan. The heaviness in my heart was pounding as I stared into t

ZAHIRI awoke early, my mind still heavy with the remnants of the restlessness. As I rose from my slumber, I scanned the room, expecting solitude, the familiar emptiness that greeted me every morning. But to my astonishment, there she lay, Serafina, occupying my bed.A surge of disbelief and frustration coursed through me, swiftly replacing the initial surprise. How dare she? How dare she invade my personal sanctuary without invitation? Anger, like a wildfire, consumed my being, fueling the rage that simmered within me. Without hesitation, I pushed her off the bed and she landed with a loud thump and a surprised yelp.My voice thundering through the room as I unleashed my wrath upon her, "What in the name of the gods do you think you're doing? How dare you enter my chamber and defile my bed!" I bellowed; my tone laced with fury. "S-Sire, I-I didn't m-mean to...and I-I'm s-sorry, I didn't m-mean any harm," Serafina stuttered, her words stumbling over one another in her anxious attemp

HERAI stood in my room, seething with anger and frustration. From the balcony, I had witnessed the King and Serafina leaving the palace. The sight pierced through my heart like a dagger. How could he choose her over me, me?My blood boiled with a mix of jealousy and betrayal. For years, I had been by his side, providing him with comfort and companionship. I had believed that I held a special place in his heart, that I was the one he turned to in times of need. But ever since this girl came to the palace , it has seemed that she had captured his attention somehow, drawing him away from me.The fire of my fury burned within me as I paced the room, my thoughts consumed by a storm of emotions. How dare he leave me behind, choosing another woman to accompany him? Did he not understand the depth of my devotion? Did he not see the lengths I would go to prove my love?In that moment, a darkness settled over my heart. I yearned to confront him, to demand an explanation for this betrayal. Bu