All Chapters of Torn Between The Alpha And The Lycan King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kian's POV: "What do you want?" I asked, noticing just how intensely she was staring at me. Around us seemed to exist an invisible circle of sexual tension that squeezed us closer into the embrace of each other.Her eyes never seemed to dangle away from the strip of towel that welded around my waist. It was hard to determine whether or not I was to be uncomfortable with her behavior, as I equally felt like dragging her into the bed with me.Just staring at her, wild thoughts clouded my mind. I wanted to be all over her. To hear her breathing change when my tongue circles around her nipples.I wanted to know what both sets of her lips taste like, how her moans sounded like.I wanted to have her on her knees in front of me with the evidence of my pleasure all over her face and a fulfilled look in her eyes.Lessia had come into my life in less than a month, but I suddenly couldn’t imagine what my life would look like without her in it.There was a hole, a void that suddenly appeared an

Lessia's POV "You slut!" Started the letter on a sour word. "In that tiny little head of yours, you might think you're free from me and my wrath. But I assure you, you wench. I assure you that you're in fact not. You belong to me, whether or not you choose to believe it. Your pussy is mine to keep. Everything about your body is mine to keep. And even Kian will not be able to—"I stopped reading and tossed the letter away. My body cringed as I felt goosebumps all over it. I held myself with both my arms. A rush of bad memories filled up my head space for at the period. I suddenly felt the urge to throw up.From my reaction, Janet was able to tell that I was not okay. I didn’t want to bother her with anything, she had been nothing but kind to me since Kian assigned her to me. I didn’t want to make her worry, but it was already too late."What happened?" She asked, with a worried filled tone, a bit of franticness on her voice. "What was written on the letter?"She was about to pick

Lessia's POV I felt behind me something that seemed like a hard object poking at my ass. At first I was still, trying not to panic. Afraid that I might wake Kian up, but It kept growing harder, pushing itself into my body. I was in a dilemma, trying to steady my thoughts.Was I to wake him up? Or was I to act like nothing was happening? Either way I had already braced my mind that it was all going to end in sex after all. It had to happen one way or the other.It wasn’t like having sex with Kian would be a bad idea, I had always thought about what it would feel like. I was just anxious about it in generalSoon, I heard him muttering something. He was finally awake. I could feel his breath hot against my neck as gasped.The bed sank a bit when he sat on it."Good morning," he said, smiling. I didn’t know how to react to it. As an Omega, people barely looked at me, if they did, it was either out of pity or repulsion. But Kian’s smile seemed so genuine, it gave me goosebumps.I repli

Lessia's POV I couldn't get my mind off him trying to kiss me. Even as we ate breakfast together on the table, I kept looking at his calm exterior, wondering, just how exactly it was that under such calm sea was a man fighting so much with himself.It was unbelievable to know that he wanted to kiss me and have me to himself, as much as I wanted him too. The thought of it was exhilarating as well as it was scary.His eyes were down, watching his plate, eating as I watched just how he chewed, how he used his cutlery, and how he drank water every time he wanted to wash down the food he had eaten down his stomach.Was it really possible that this man wanted me the same way I wanted him?All of a sudden his eyelids flicked up, and we were in each other's gaze, holding each other's eyes."Ehehm," he cleared his throat. "You seem to not be hungry. You will not get full, either way, if you keep staring at me like I am the food."He said that, ironically, thinking that I did not think of h

Kian's POV: I felt nothing but anguish in me. And even seeing the enemies that killed my men being tortured and killed, did very little to stop me from feeling that way. There was no other way for me to take it. A younger me would have cried his heart out at what he could only assume was Injustice, or a thing of chance and fate. I was too experienced, too mature, and too learned in matters like this to assume that it was of that sort. That a group of lowly bandits would attack my pack out of mere coincidence.I knew it wasn't. I had a perfectly clean view of who it was that was the main orchestrator. Although I had no proof on it. I knew it was nothing but a handwork of Maddox. The Coward he was; a man who wouldn't face me head on to declare what he wanted but would send letters to achieve his aim. Maddox was that kind of man. Nothing but a mad cowardly dog.William's looks at me with hid typical facial expression that appeared to make him seem to be staring at the ceiling, or