All Chapters of The Lycan King's Unforgivable Mistake: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

“You look so beautiful, Debbie... Isn't it amazing how that dress makes your hair color pop?” Evangeline hummed, and, even though she struggled, Deborah had her chin held and was forced to look at her own reflection in the mirror before them.“You… You really think so?” she swallowed nervously.“Of course! This will be perfect to shut up all those mean girls who are always talking about how this beautiful red is a mark of the God of Discord. Oh, I would give anything to have hair like that too...” Evangeline sighed, running her fingers through her perfectly straight, snow-white hair."Do not say that. Your hair is perfect. How could it not be? It is a symbol of the Moon Goddess.” Deborah turned to face her cousin, intertwining their hands “And, don’t worry. I know that before I was always wetting your shoulder with my tears because of this, but... Iron is always saying that my hair is beautiful, so... I have no reason to cry anymore. Whenever he tells me I'm completely perfect... I fe

“Your servants have complained that you are not eating again.”Normally, that voice would have made Deborah freeze the fork's path to her mouth. However, that day, she just dipped the meat in the sauce, not even turning around when answering the King.“I appreciate your concerns, but this will no longer happen.” she commented calmly, beginning to chew her dinner, as a menacing growl responded.“For your sake, I hope so.” Iron spoke and finally, from the corner of her eye, Deborah noticed the stern expression on his face, plus the way Evangeline was sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck like snakes around a prey “I don’t remember giving you permission to starve to death.”“As you wish, my King.” She just nodded softly, refocusing solely on the plate in front of her, as Evangeline murmured, her voice sweet as honey.“Should we retire to the bedroom, my King?” Even though she wasn't looking in their direction, Deborah knew that her cousin was moving provocatively on Iron's

“There we are, my dear. But, please, remember, feather steps. It could be the end of both of us, if they catch you here.”Deborah smiled when she heard the kindness in that voice, despite the fear and apprehension. Every time she and her aunt sneaked through the narrow passages hidden between the castle walls, Anastasia was terrified, looking everywhere, as if expecting a guard to emerge from the shadows to chop off their heads at any moment.But even so, she never refused to help Deborah.“It’s okay. You can go back now, Aunt Ana. Even though all the soldiers are a little less alert now because of the change of patrol to accompany the King to the borders, I will be careful, I promise. And fast, too.” She promised, reaching for Anastasia's hand, her heart aching to realize that her aunt's bones seemed more protruding with each passing day “I... I just want to have a quick chat. That’s what always calms me down.”“Oh, my poor girl...” Anastasia sniffed, moving closer so she could hold

“Wretched witch! I don’t know why we didn’t kill her sooner!”That harsh growl sounded at the same time that Deborah was thrown to the ground, the roughness of the earth and straw from the courtyard in front of the palace tearing her skin through her already filthy dress. That pain, however, seemed almost like a joke after all the punches and kicks she had received while trying to free herself from the restraints on her wrists and legs. Eventually, when a hard punch in her stomach made her cough up blood and fear for her baby, Deborah decided to stay as still as a dead animal.Still, the attacks did not stop. She could feel the bruises and concussions forming on her arms, legs, abdomen and head. Even her scalp was burning in a place where one of the servants had pulled her hair, perhaps even pulling out an entire strand.But even through all the agony, all she could focus on as she lifted her head, the gag still burning the corners of her lips, was Evangeline's tearful expression befo