All Chapters of The Little king: Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

When Ryan wakes up, he doesn't have any knowledge of what happened. The only thing he remembered was being at the mercy of Stephany and her henchmen. Of being tortured, humiliated, violated, and hunger and thirst. So thirsty and so hungry, and giving up on living.He remembered that Ice had stopped answering him, making him very anxious. Then remember to walk in some place, be hunted by some bad wolves, and fall for so long. Things were so very confusing for his maid.He remembered talking to his mother.Certainly all a dream of a near-death experience.He now had no pain.He felt tired, but warm and comfortable, and although he could smell the disinfectant, and hear the annoying noise of the machines, the smell that was in the air made him smile. His mouth salivated at the delicious scent that filled his nostrils. The aphrodisiac scent of cedar oil and mint tea leaves and the sensual scent of jasmine flowers and amber were very sensual. For a second, he thought they had scented his b

The entire Shadow Pack was gathered at the packhouse. A table had been set up between the door and the stairs leading to the courtyard. Raymond was sitting, facing the crowd as if this were his judgment and not Stephany's. On his right sat Shane and his mate. Shane hadn't officially accepted the Beta position, but he wasn't going to miss that moment for the world. To his left sat Ryan and his two mates, who, despite not belonging to the pack, had every right to be there.Stephany was bound and gagged, because in her madness, she kept screaming obscenities. On either side of her stood a Darkmoon warrior, incorruptible and filled with hatred for what that woman had done.She was standing, in the same clothes she had been kept in prison for the last 3 weeks, in front of the stairs and forced to face the crowd. There wasn't a single look of pity. There wasn't a single look that could indicate that this could work in her favor. Yet, in her crazy head, she continued to think she was going t

Mark and Kevin can't imagine how pissed Ryan is getting from the conversation. Yes, he's shy, virgin and inexperienced, but fuck it, he dreamed he was having sex with them. Ever since he became aware of his feelings he had longed for them. Ever since he'd woken up from his near-death experience, he'd only thought about one thing: sex with Kavin, sex with Mark, and more sex with them, with. One at a time, both at the same time, they doing things to him, him doing things to them. New sensations. Sensations he'd never felt before. He had run away, it's true, but they went after him. If it's true that they want him as much as he wants them, why are they having so many conversations? way they done just grab him and fuck him, mark him. He was not a china vase fit only to be admired on a shelf. He was a damn dish that they should have for lunch and dinner.He came to the conclusion that if he wanted anything more than talk and sleep, he'd have to take the initiative. But he didn't know how.