All Chapters of The Lycan king’s blind mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Davina’s POV“Come in,” I heard Hades' cold voice from behind the door, and my heart involuntarily skipped a beat. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped inside.“Your Majesty, I’m here to bring your shirt,” I murmured under my breath, my voice barely audible. I felt his sharp gaze flicker toward me, but then he turned away, acting as though I wasn’t there. Keeping my head lowered, I walked to the bed, my hand stretching forward as I carefully set the freshly ironed shirt down from the tray I was holding.I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me in my tracks. Quickly, I turned around and bowed, though his next words made my eyebrows arch in surprise.“Come here and help me change.”I gasped at the unexpected request. Helping him change wouldn’t have been unusual—I was a servant, after all, and assisting the king with his needs was part of my duties. But what startled me was that Hades had ignored me for the past three days since the attack. Whenever I came to his chamb

Draven’s POV 10 years ago. “Is she here?” The prince whispered, his eyes darting around like a squirrel on caffeine. He jabbed me in the side with his elbow, nearly knocking the wind out of me. “Well? Is she here?”I groaned, clutching my ribs. “I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. Last time I checked, my job description didn’t include bait for little demons.” I whispered and his highness turned to me, his eyes narrowing like he was plotting something. “Go check, Draven.” “Nope. Not happening.” I shook my head so hard it was a miracle my neck didn’t snap. “I can’t do it, Your Highness. Please I like being alive.”He jabbed me again and smirked with an eyeroll. “You’re exaggerating. Just go look!” “I’m not exaggerating. Last time, she threw a rock at me because I didn't want to tell her where you were hiding, A rock, your highness! And then she laughed like a tiny, maniacal goblin. I’m still traumatized.” He rolled his eyes yet again but didn’t get up. He peeked from behind the

Hades POV“This is the file you requested, Your Majesty,” Ethan said as he handed me the folder. I didn’t bother looking up, my attention fixed on the pages as I flipped through them, my expression cold and unreadable.“The previous king noticed changes in Thorne immediately after the prophecy and began investigating him. But it wasn’t long before Thorne orchestrated the attack on the late king and queen to seize the throne.”“Is this all the information you’ve gathered?” I asked, my tone icy as my eyes narrowed, a frown forming on my lips. “There’s something missing. I distinctly remember Father mentioning Thorne’s source of wolfsbane, but there’s no mention of it here.”Ethan shook his head “He wasn't able to find the source before the attack, your majesty”.I took a slow, deliberate breath, tapping my fingers rhythmically on the armrest of the throne. My gaze locked onto Ethan, a single brow arched, the corner of my lips curling into a sharp, knowing smirk.“You know what happens t

Davina’s POVJust as I shifted, ready to make my escape, Rylie’s voice sliced through the tension. “The results are out, Beta Draven, and—holy Moon Goddess in a tutu, it’s the k-king.” A heavy silence filled the air, as if the world had been paused by an invisible hand. Then, suddenly, it felt like someone hit play. A gasp escaped me as I reached for the edges of the bed, my heart pounding in panic. I tried to stop myself from falling, but it was too late. I hit the ground with a loud thud as pain shot through my buttocks. I fought the urge to rub it and to whine as embarrassment burned through me, feeling as the weight of everyone’s gaze pinned me down, leaving me frozen in place. It was humiliating—truly humiliating—but I had no time to dwell on it. The test results were out, and to make matters worse? Hades was here. My chances of leaving this place alive had just dropped to zero.“What result?” Hades asked, his tone calm but had a slight hint of danger like he wasn't just about

Hades POV The slave girl wasn’t the first woman I desired, but she was the first who made me crave her in ways I couldn’t explain. She ignited something in me I wasn’t accustomed to—something primal. She was the first to make me chase her, and that was dangerous. I didn’t chase. I hunted. “I’ll have her once, and then it’ll stop—everything will go back to the way it was before she came into the picture,” I told Cyrus. He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. As she pressed against me, her breathless moans slipping from parted lips, her eyes shut, her fingers clinging to me while her head tipped back in surrender to even the smallest pleasure—I knew. I knew deep down I’d come back for more. One taste wouldn’t be enough. She wouldn’t be enough. “Good girl, you’re doing great. Just like that,” I groaned, feeling her move faster against my bulge. It was pure torture—to feel her rub against me and not tear away the thin barrier of fabric separating her from my throbbing dick. But I had to