All Chapters of Mated To My Lycan Prince: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Sibyl’s POV"I want an orange."I leaned against the soft cushions of the carriage, shook Nuri's sleeve, and looked at him longingly. He looked at me lovingly, smiled helplessly and then obediently began to peel the orange. He carefully cleaned the orange, and then put a full piece of flesh into my mouth.I nibbled at it. The sweet, slightly sour juice burst in my mouth and I licked his finger in a good mood as he fed me again.“You're bad,” he said in a low voice, his eyes darkening. I giggled, put my arm around his neck, and gently bit his Adam's apple.He threw me down on the seat. His tall body pressed against mine, filled with a sense of oppression and danger. He stared straight at me, like a hunter who was ready to tear his prey to shreds. I twisted my body uneasily and, not surprisingly, felt something hard between his legs."What do you want to do?" My mischievous mischievously disappeared completely. I used pitiful ground to ask him in a low voice."You know what I want to do

Azariah’s POVIt hurts. It hurts so much. The pain came from every corner of my body, stimulating my fragile nerves. My spirit is on the verge of collapse. "Ah! Kill me, please kill me!" A mournful scream echoed in the dark room, but only the boundless silence responded to me.If I had a mirror, I could see that my hands, feet and neck were bound by black leather straps, which made it impossible for me to move. Even now, that evil ghost man. I don't know what he did to my body, but every inch of my skin felt like it was bursting open, and I couldn't get myself out of the wooden frame.Tears of regret welled up in my eyes. I should have listened to Blayze. We should have left the capital and gone into seclusion in the countryside, instead of falling into the hands of that devil. The pain in my body gradually subsided, or maybe I just got used to it. Sleepiness hit me at once, and I lost consciousness before I could even feel it. Sleep! I don't feel pain in my dreams. Such precious time

Nuri’s POVIt's snowing outside. It has been snowing for two whole days, and all the buildings in the palace have turned white. The air outside was unbearably cold, and in the early morning Sibyl sent me out of my chamber. As soon as the door opened, she put out a foot and drew it back at once. She nimbly closed the door, leaving only a gap. She tilted her little head and said, "Your Majesty, you should handle the affairs of the country in person. Therefore, you should go to the study room. I'll wait for you in the bedroom." She just sneezed.I looked at the tip of her red, frozen nose and couldn't bring myself to mention the fact that she had said she wanted to go into politics two days earlier. As a mature man and a qualified husband, I must know when to take my wife's things to heart and when to forget them completely. And my lovely wife thoughtfully gave me her beloved hand warmer and watched me leave. She told me to come back early at noon before I left, and she had the kitchen m

Sibyl’s POVOh, Prince! My heart ached again. If that child had not left me, he would now be the beloved Prince, the nation's noble crown prince. Even though Nuri and I had made peace after the last cold war, I still couldn't forgive myself, couldn't let go of the guilt I felt for the child.My face must be pale, my hands are shaking, I must look terrible now. I saw Nuri clench his fist, the muscles of his body tightening like an open bow. He was angry. I can feel his anger. I'm sure everyone here can feel it.But they are still asking the question. These nobles do the most unfriendly things with the most respectful words. They are forcing the country's most noble couples to prove their worth by having children. For an ordinary couple without children, it is a pity, but for the royal family, it is a dereliction of duty.It was then that I realized that the greatest expectation of a queen was not intelligence, or beauty, or strength, but that I could have children. If I cannot give bir

Blayze’s POVThe snow that had been falling for a week finally stopped. Roth and I have been busy with the snow lately. Seeing the long-lost sunny day, it was hard for me not to breathe a sigh of relief. But this is not my day off. As an officer of the palace today, I have an important task, to maintain order and ensure the smooth selection of His Majesty's concubines.I walked in the corridors of the palace. It is a world of ice and snow as far as the eye can see. The eaves were covered with ice because of the bitter cold. They reflect colorful light in the sunlight. The broad lawn was covered with thick snow, and the trees standing in the cold wind had lost all their leaves, leaving only bare branches to carry the snow. The snow filled the whole palace, covering all the dirt and grime. Now there is only a pure white world. Monotonous as it is, I have to say I like the view.I went to the gate and greeted the guards. Because of today's activity, the number of soldiers guarding the pa