All Chapters of Sold to Lycan King for Surrogacy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Methis POV“Flower arranging is an art form that expresses your emotions and personality.” She explained as she handed me a pair of scissors.“Really? How so?” I asked curiously.“Well, for example, roses symbolize love and passion, lilies symbolize purity and innocence, sunflowers symbolize happiness and optimism, and so on.” She said.“I see. And what about these?” I asked, pointing at some purple flowers that looked like bells.“Those are lavender. They symbolize calmness and tranquillity.” She said.“I like them. They’re pretty.” I said.“Me too. They’re my favorite.” She said with a smile.We continued to chat as we arranged the flowers in a vase. She was very friendly and helpful, and I enjoyed her company.We were almost done when a beautiful and noble-looking stranger appeared in the garden. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. She wore a white dress that hugged her curves and accentuated her breasts. She looked at us with disdain and walked towards us.“Who are

Laura POVI paced angrily in the confines of the house, resentment coursing through my veins like an angry flame. How could Jamal banish me like this? The thoughts spun in my mind, spiraling into a hurricane of fury. I had admired him from afar since childhood, and when my sister married him, my heart shattered into a million pieces. Her untimely death, occurring on their wedding night, filled me with a flicker of hope.Then came the other wives—two more who married Jamal and met the same tragic fate. I was convinced that the Moon Goddess was favoring me, granting me a chance to be with the man I longed for. But that damned human, Methis, ruined everything. This time, I wouldn't stay silent. This time, I would fight for what I believed was rightfully mine: my position by Jamal's side, as his true Luna.And now this? This wasn't going to stop me. Maybe he was mad, maybe he was crazy, maybe he was just being performative in front of the servants, to make them think it was the new deal, e

Methis Delis POVI was running, as fast as my legs could carry me. But I could feel it getting closer.I could feel HER getting closer. I find myself lost in a labyrinth of shadows, trapped in the clutches of my own fears. The Black Witch, a spectral figure shrouded in darkness, pursues me relentlessly. With each step I take, she draws closer, her malevolent laughter echoing through the air.I fell to my knees, wincing in pain, whispering and trembling"No... Please, no!"Suddenly, I jerked awake, covered in a cold sweat. My heart pounds against my chest like drums reverberating through the night. It took a moment for me to realize that I was back in the safety of my own room.I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. But as I regained my senses, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. Fear gripped me once again, but this time, it's a different kind of fear. The fear of the unknown.I tried to ignore it, tried to lie back down and hope sleep would come, but another sharp jab, sending shi

Methis Delis POVIt must have been years, decades, centuries even but somehow I did not feel anything at all. I was very certain that not all the blackness I saw was caused by sleep, starting from the very first one: after I had given birth centuries ago, I had a feeling of lousy dizziness and I switched off with the last thing I saw being the face of Jamal smiling broadly as he stared deep into the eyes of his children with loving eyes I had never seen him stare at anyone with before, not even me – that was the first blackness. The second came after I woke up and there was no one in the room. My state of consciousness did not last long as I switched off again, this time still not out of sleepiness but exhaustion, I was very sure I passed out – that was the second blackness. The third came abruptly, almost artificially: I had woken up to meet three doctors in my room. They congratulated me but did not allow me to see my babies or my husband, informing me that I was too sick and tired

Jamal KunisI sit on a seat in front of the round table with five other seats. The four elders sit before me and we discuss pack issues. though by their voice, I can tell that every single one of them is drunk and there was a chance that they all may say one or two things out of line so nothing would bother me today. The party had lasted weeks until the recovery of Methis. A week of nonstop drinking had what it did to the minds of men both young and old and I was surprised that these old men in front of me were still alive after all the mead that they had indulged in starting three to four weeks ago up until today. So with five seats and four elders sitting, leaving one empty, we had already gone through a few talking points and were now discussing the issue of the throne’s succession.“I am delighted Jamal that we have finally resolved the issue of succession in this kingdom,” the Elder in the first seat farthest from mine said. “It brings us great joy that the Dark Witch’s curse has