All Chapters of A Weakling Bride for the Lycan King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I spent the rest of the time rummaging through my closet, searching for something party-appropriate. Frustration bubbled up as I sifted through one elegant dress after another. Dresses, dresses, and more dresses! Exactly what you would expect from a Luna who was supposed to always look polished and graceful.Then my fingers brushed against a pair of baggy jeans tucked away in the back. A small, triumphant smile spread across my face. Perfect!I quickly found a shirt that matched, along with a simple beanie to cover my hair. Laying them out neatly on the bed, another smile crossed my lips. This was the first party I had ever been invited to, and I couldn’t afford to mess it up.With an hour left to go, I rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower. Afterward, I did the bare minimum with my makeup. Just a swipe of lip gloss and a bit of mascara. As I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, I gave myself a wink, feeling oddly accomplished.I mean, being able to handle lip gloss and ma

[ Nikolai ]If anyone had told me I would find myself in a room full of young adults playing a ridiculous truth or dare game, I would have called them delusional and probably snapped their necks out of their body if I was in a bad mood.Yet here I was. A thousand-year-old werewolf, the Lycan King, sitting among these bunch of kids, watching a bottle spin. And it was all her fault.My gaze drifted to Elena. She sat stiffly, her wide eyes focused on the spinning bottle as if expecting that it was going to land on her and explode. Beside her, the freakishly enthusiastic redhead, Celeste Bloodmoon, clapped and cheered, her voice shrill with excitement.My jaw clenched as my eyes flicked to her twin brother, Ronan Bloodmoon.Children of Alpha Hayes Bloodmoon. Turned rogues after a failed coup to overthrow their father. Young, reckless, and filled with unchecked power, they were the kind of wolves you couldn’t trust. The kind who smiled while sharpening a blade behind their backs.And I

[ Elena ]When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I noticed was the empty space beside me where Nikolai had slept last night. I wasn’t surprised. Just a little disappointed, and it made my heart sting a bit. But I quickly brushed it off. It wasn’t like I expected anything different from him. Even the fact that he had slept with me last night was still a surprise to me. Still, I found myself biting my bottom lip, a small smile creeping onto my face as flashes of last night ran through my mind. I was still naked under the bed covers, a testament of our sexual escapade last night.I had been disvirgined by Lycan King Nikolai. And it had been the most incredible thing I had ever experienced.The way his fingers had traced along the curves and sacred corners of my body. The feeling of his tongue and his huge cock inside of me. The way he had torn into me painfully at first, but it was only a fleeting pain that was quickly replaced by sweetness. The way he had been patient with m

[ Elena ]The next morning, after being dropped off at school, I didn’t go inside.Instead, I slipped into a corner, pulled a hoodie over my head to hide my identity, and hailed a cab. As I climbed in, I clutched my backpack tightly against my stomach, nerves twisting inside me as the car pulled away from the curb.I couldn’t believe I was skipping school for this.But this was important.As the cab rolled to a stop in front of my father’s house, I hesitated.The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror and I handed him the fare. He drove off, leaving me alone in front of the place I once called home.I stared at the house, my backpack still clutched close and my heart pounding against my ribs.Memories flooded my mind —painful, suffocating memories.The way they had made my life a living hell. How they had turned me into a slave in my own home. And even now, after I had escaped their clutches, they still wouldn’t leave me alone.I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a de

[Elena] The guards did not lay a hand on me, but the cell itself did. It was a wretched place —damp and suffocating with the air thick with the stench of decay and something long forgotten. A single, pathetic window sat high above, barely allowing a sliver of light to seep through, casting eerie shadows against the cold, stone walls. With a deep sigh, I leaned back against the cold, rough wall and slid to the floor. My face was streaked with dried tears, but I wasn’t angry at Nikolai for locking me up. If anything, I was surprised this was all he had done. Knowing him, I had expected far worse. Nikolai didn’t take betrayal lightly, and stealing from him—even for a good reason—was still a betrayal. I stayed in that cell until nightfall, my body growing weaker with every passing hour. My throat burned with dryness, and my stomach twisted in hunger. I had eaten nothing all day. I had left the packhouse without breakfast, spent hours with evil Valerie, and then ended up here, aban