All Chapters of The Lycan Brothers' Willing Toy: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

I slept off, with their fingers on my hair, running through it as they told me just how wonderful they thought I was. It was a calming time, and I slept off to the peaceful hum of their lips, only to wake up alone on the bed. I sat up, startled, as I glanced around the empty room. The side of the bed they lay on last night had gotten cold, meaning they left a long time ago. Puzzled, I got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom to get ready for the day. I would have left my room like this had we been back at their house. This was their palace not their home on Earth. The chances of running into a guard out there were high. I couldn't do anything to jeopardize my place here. After a quick bath, I got ready for the day. I wore a very loose gown and had my hair up in a messy bun, not caring how I looked. I wasn't meeting my people today. Aside from a few guards and the maids, there would be no one meeting me today, which was why I didn't bother with dressing up.With my hasty app

I exchanged looks with Chris, who was no longer in the spell his handsomeness cast on her before I focused on the man. “Who told you I'm a witch?” I placed Chrys down so I could focus on him. “I'm a werewolf, married to Lycans. I presume that's why you are here, right? To either seek my help or asylum.” “You are right about that, my queen. I came over to seek your help. However, please forgive me for this, but you are mistaken about your species. You indeed have werewolf blood in you, but you are more of a witch. Your witch's power, though dormant, is stronger than your wolf blood.” “What? How dare you slander your queen?!” Chris got up from the sofa, her eyes blazing. “Do you think you can say anything because she let you in, you damned peasant!” “I apologize for my wrong use of words.” He bowed to me once more. He didn't seem scared of Chris, which wasn't unusual. I had heard tales of witches and how powerful they were. If the man kneeling in front of me had witches' blood run

Blinking, I looked at her, my mouth agape. No sound left my lips as I watched her. I didn't know how to react to the revelation because it seemed like my brain wasn't working perfectly. She placed her right palm on my cheek. Looking into my eyes, she smiled. “I know it will take you a long time to come to terms with this, but you need to know that I'm not lying. I'm indeed your mother or a fragment of her soul.”She looked so sad that I didn't realize what I was doing until I had my palms on her cheeks. Smiling, she placed hers over mine. “I stayed alive all these years, waiting, hoping to see my daughter before I finally meet my ancestors. You don't know how much I had waited for this day to finally hold you and tell you who I am.”“You are my mum?” My voice was barely a whisper. I was still trying to wrap my head around everything she said, to tell myself I wasn't imagining it. The low bulb in the room cast a glow around, highlighting the sharp features of her face. At that momen

We conducted a funeral two days later. My mates wanted to make it a public festival, but I refused. I wanted it to be a private one. I knew my mum would, too. As I was the only one of the royal line who survived, she would want me and those close to me to escort her to the river, where we would say our final goodbyes. Only 5 people attended, which worked well for me. As her body disintegrated, my mates had to return to her place to get some of her belongings, which we laid in the coffin. The ceremony was short. There was no priest. I did everything while my mates carried the coffin to the river after the ceremony. Chrys and Chris joined us as we set the coffin on fire and pushed it into the sea. As it went, I burst into tears. It dawned on me as I watched the burning coffin that I would never see my mother again, at least not in this world.As I stood between my mates, I bid my mum the last farewell until the day we finally meet at the other end of the river, again. .....“Who di

BELLAFred's eyes narrowed on me with an intensity that made me self-conscious. The vast blue of his eyes dilated as he took a step forward, his jaw getting taut as he swallowed the lump in his throat. "Who said you aren't sexy?" he repeated in a murmur like he was waiting for me to mention a name so he could haul the person's head to me as a souvenir. "Nobody," I said, my eyes going to the floor as my heartbeat accelerated. Even as I humoured the thought, I couldn't help but reflect again on the image that stared back at me in that mirror. It was like a faintly distorted version of myself, somehow worse than the last time I remembered looking at my reflection. There were slight hollows beneath my eyes and an endless mar of my once supple skin. How could anyone call it beautiful? "Your eyes are as beautiful as ever," Blue said, digging out my thoughts as he stood on the other side of Fred. "I could swim in that sea of blue forever." Fred was the first to get to me. His fingers t