Lahat ng Kabanata ng House of the Lycans: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Unedited VISSERA ASHTOWER"Being a concubine is not that bad. Vissera... Sinclair can't reject his mate. You just focus on managing the household," Lady Baron said, and I felt a lump in my throat. I can't believe Sinclair's mother was saying this. "I am not made only to manage this household while I'm reduced to a lowly concubine. Why can't he marry his mate as a concubine instead?" I replied to Lady Baron, and I could see the shock in her eyes; they had known me as the obedient wife who only does whatever they order, and she didn't expect that I'd talk back.Family and honour were my life, and as the only surviving heiress to the prestigious House Ashtower of the Mooncrest Pack, I have to be married to keep my family's name and house alive.Especially since the kingdom has been divided by the twin Alpha Heirs, who loathed one another with utmost passion, making everything unstable, this has led my father to make a marriage pact with me and a certain useless heir of the Baron House

(Unedited)Claire's heart thudded in anticipation of something dangerous as she stared at his loathing glare.He prowled closer, his steps and gait precise and predatory. As he bent and reached his hand toward her face, the darkness that clouded her vision from his large frame blocking the dim light in the room represented the danger lurking in his eyes.As he trailed his hand along her face and down to her chin, tilting it up to make her look at him, she reluctantly turned her head sideways, too stubborn to give him the reaction he wanted.His seductive touch ignited a foreign feeling within her, one that thrilled and confused her, but she refused to let him deceive her. All she saw in his eyes was raw hatred.Alpha Axel's lips tugged into a vicious smirk. He could not deny the gorgeousness of her face-her plump, inviting lips, her delicate nose, and her ocean-blue eyes-but she was a sinner he hated with every fiber of his being."I am your master. Do not act of your own will while y

(Unedited)Days turned into months of punishment and damnation, which persisted and damaged Claire.Her resentment grew with each passing day. She became a strange version of herself. It had been a week now since her captor had last seen her.She knew that the next time he came, it would mean another round of sexual torture, pain, and damnation. By this point, she was pale and plagued with constant morning sickness. This morning, the feeling intensified, morphing into a relentless wave of nausea that gripped her entire being.Coupled with the anxiety of her captor's imminent arrival, it was a relentless assault on her senses and her ability to navigate the world around her.The sound of footsteps approaching her bedroom drew Claire's attention. The bodyguard assigned to her entered, his demeanor sinister, his hatred -whether genuine or contrived -was unmistakable. Everyone here hated her, anyway.He walked in, looking as savage as ever, the sharp blade she had prayed would one day end

(Unedited)You wench!! How dare you lay your filthy body on my bed?’’ Drake shouted sternly at her , He was so aggressive looking like a beast that would devour a prey.Claire smirked, Claire is this stubborn personality that has received enough disdain and violent dominancy from drake.“I’m the same Claire and haven’t Changed like you did overnight” Claire said inwardly And slept in another style making her butt bump up seductively.“Are you deaf? , you lowly filthy vagabond” drake said boiling in utmost anger, His whole veins were shown, He tighten his grip threw his suitcase violently on the bed.He rolled up his sleeve walked towards the bed , He tightened his wrist to punch her, He found his tightened grip reluctant to do so, Technically his sealed sane sense prevented him from.“Go on! Go on! Hahaha” Claire said laughing maniacally, which triggered drake annoyance more, he raised his tightened grip this time to punch her, Which his sane sealed mind wouldn’t be able to control. C

A scream wrenched from Yennefer’s throat, raw and unrestrained, as her body trembled under the onslaught of pain and shame.“I’ve done you a favor,” Lady Cirila murmured, her voice as calm and cold as a blade slicing through flesh. Her hand lingered, unmoved by Yennefer’s agony. “A little advice for your survival, dear. The Beast knows only five instincts: Threat, Prey, Hunt, Blood, and Sex.” She punctuated each word with a sickening clarity, her tone dripping with condescension.“And what you receive—how you’re treated—will depend entirely on how you present yourself.” Cirila’s lips curled into a cruel smirk, her gaze locking onto Yennefer’s tear-streaked face. “If I were you, I’d present myself as… sex. That, at least, you’re prepared for. Your body has already betrayed you—your slickness makes that obvious enough.”Yennefer flinched at the venom in Cirila’s voice, every word cutting deeper than the intrusion had.“The thrusts will be brutal, animalistic,” Cirila continued, leaning