All Chapters of Fated To The Lycan Beast: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Eve I shot Eve a fevered stare, knowing she had seen me. Then she turned and kissed Shahar.My mouth curled in disgust, and I swore under my breath. Seeing them together twisted something dark inside me, something no one could reach through.I wasn’t even mad at her. I was mad at myself.How stupid could I be? I let a woman get into my head, mess with my thoughts, pull me in with her lips—only to watch her turn around and drape herself all over my beta and best friend.Forcing myself to look away wasn’t working. My eyes kept betraying me, flicking back to the sight of her in his arms.She knew exactly what she was doing.Maybe to her, this was just a game. But I refused to play. I wouldn’t be one of those fools groveling at a woman’s feet. I had more important things to deal with—wars, politics, the healing center, and a damn curse that had been eating at my existence since the day I was born.There was no room in my life for petty distractions.Shahar, on the other hand, looked like

Eve The past two days had been quiet without Axel. There wasn’t even a glimpse of him, as if he had vanished. I figured he was probably at the healing center, drowning himself in work like the emotionally constipated man he was. Shahar was another missing person on my list—not that I was about to call him. God forbid. That would just feed his ego, and the last thing I needed was for him to start thinking I actually missed him. I was perfectly fine not having him around, showering me with attention I wasn’t even sure I wanted. Okay, maybe that was too harsh. I had gotten used to Shahar. I saw him as a friend. Without him, I felt bored. Without Axel, I felt restless. Which was stupid. My eyes flicked toward the window, where the sun spilled onto the courtyard. Picking cherries in the garden sounded lik

Eve The open-air markets bustled with vendors as I walked through stall after stall, haggling prices of vegetables and seafood.The banquet was in less than twelve hours. The maids helped chop vegetables, scale and clean the fish, while I began making the sauce for the baked salmon, slicing lamb racks before seasoning them.There was a lot of work to do. I was overseeing the arrangement of food, centerpiece flowers, and making sure each guest had a table.Old Victoria hadn’t bothered to make an appearance in the kitchen—not a single moment spent pretending to supervise or help. I hadn’t expected anything different from her. She had no real authority left. It was better this way, as she was utterly useless, and her presence would have been more of an inconvenience than anything else.A presence filled the room before his voice even cut through the noise. Axel walked into the kitchen, and some of the maids straightened and bowed respectfully. I focused on the stew in front of me, stirr

Axel The hall pulsed with excited energy. At the far end, seated on the throne-like chair, I remained composed, scanning the room and observing every interaction.   We all knew what was coming. The sound of the gong was enough to shift the energy in the room.   The execution.   Two warriors in black leather and iron armor stepped into the hall. Between them, a traitor was dragged forward, his wrists shackled, and face bruised and covered in dried blood.   The warriors forced him onto his knees in the center of the hall. He spat blood onto the floor and, despite the agony in his battered body, I saw the rebellious streak in his eyes.   I rested my forearm on the carved wolf's head of my chair, watching him.   "What is his offense?" Shahar asked, standing beside me.  

Eve My lust grew potent, and the flame of desire kindled between my thighs. Axel was asking for a massage, and the thought of seeing him naked drove me wild with distraction. He sat on the bench, watching my next move with a dangerous smile. My hand twitched in my lap. I needed to touch him. To feel his warm body pressed up against me.“Come on,” he chuckled. “I don't bite. Well…not unless you want.”That made me laugh out loud.A wicked spark lit in his eyes as he raised one brow at me in an invitation. It was tempting. Very, very tempting.Sighing, I reached for him. His expression was priceless as it twisted into a mischievous grin, and he stretched out, completely at my mercy. My hands were already starting to work their magic. I started at my ankles, kneading the tight muscles with the right amount of pressure. He let out a low groan as I moved up to his calves. "You're tense," I murmured, voice low and sultry.Without thinking, my fingers brushed against the bulge in his p