All Chapters of Fated To The Lycan Beast: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

My breath hitched as I pulled away from Axel’s kiss, and my lips tingled from its heat. I rolled off him, falling back onto the bed, and a flush of heat crept up my neck.My mind spun, replaying what had just happened.I could feel his warmth on my skin and his taste lingering in my mouth.My body screamed at me to close the distance again, to give in to the moment, to let him devour me all over again.But I forced myself to move away.This wasn’t right.His heated gaze was locked onto mine, roaming over my body in a way that made me feel both exposed and wanted. It was wild how much I wanted to feel his touch again, but I couldn’t.Not when he had already given himself to someone else.My hands balled into fists at the thought. I snapped my eyes away from him, swallowing hard."What the hell are we doing?" I whispered, my voice shaky, my chest rising and falling with the effort of trying to stay in control.He didn’t answer immediately.Then, a knowing chuckle rumbled from his chest,

EveThe air thickened with desire as I untied the silk sash of my night robe, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me completely exposed to Axel's hungry gaze. Every inch of my body was on display, a tantalizing invitation that Axel couldn't resist.My heart pounded in my chest. I knew what I wanted and I knew Axel desired me just as much. He stood at the doorway, his eyes locked on my naked form. He seemed captivated by the way my breasts rose and fell with each breath, a clear sign of my arousal. He took a step forward, his gaze never leaving my body, and my breath caught in my throat."You're stunning," Axel whispered. "I've been dreaming of this moment."I smiled, a mix of shyness and boldness flashing across my face. "Then don't just stand there. Come and take what you want."He needed no further encouragement. He closed the gap between us. He reached out, gently cupping my cheek, and pulled me into a kiss. Our lips met passionately, tongues entwining as if we were starving for

Eve Suffocation clawed at my throat, and my body sat rigid in the passenger seat as nausea rolled through me. It wasn’t just discomfort, I needed to throw up.The sensation twisted in my gut, making me feel like I was losing control over my own body.Then Shahar leaned forward, attempting to kiss me again. Maya grew disgusted and furious, resisting every second of this.My breathing grew shallow as I tried to focus on anything else but the kiss.It didn’t help.His fingers grazed my neck again, and a violent nausea churned in my stomach. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay still and keep up the act.I couldn’t just bolt out of the car—not without making things worse.The nausea hit me again. My vision blurred. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.No matter how polite I tried to seem, I threw the door open, stumbling out and rushing toward the side of the road.I barely made it to a decorative ledge, where a gutter ran alongside the pavement, before vomiting hard.The force of it left

Eve That night in the study had been the beginning of something reckless. I was torn between unease and arousal.But with Axel, all reason fled, leaving only the madness of desire. I needed him all the time. Round the clock.My mind should have resisted, but my body always betrayed me. Every time I saw him, I felt that heat. That freaking pull. That ache.He set fire to me, arousing every sense and thought. We were tangled in a mess of heat and desperation.It was wrong and yet inevitable.We never talked about it. Never acknowledged what it meant. Because that would make it real.So we continued meeting over and over.In the hidden parts of the castle, in the dead of night, in the woods, in his study, sometimes, in my room.My mind never questioned the insanity because Axel would still marry Nina. I was still dating Shahar.It didn’t stop either of us.The revenge plan was still on. I wasn’t trying to change the future. I was ignoring it and letting this affair run through us, consu

I stood with my fingers tapping idly against the armrest of my chair, watching as Shahar beat the hell out of two warriors. He was enraged, his fury barely contained as his fists connected with flesh, each strike carrying the weight of unspoken frustration. The warriors had barely lifted their arms in defense, but Shahar didn’t care—he wanted them to feel his wrath.Rumors of my inability to shift—or my problem with my wolf—were spreading like wildfire, slithering through the halls and streets like a disease. It had taken root, infecting conversations, making people whisper behind my back. Why has no one ever seen the King’s wolf? The question was everywhere.And it was true.Lycans shift in battle, but I fought like a man. It should have bothered me more than it did, considering my strength was my reputation, and doubt was a deadly poison that could rot the foundation of my throne. But I didn’t care. Not in the way they wanted me to. Let them talk, let them whisper, let them fill the