Semua Bab The Lycan King’s Playtoy: Bab 1 - Bab 10

LusiaA ball with the Ironclaw Pack? That was outrageous. I couldn’t understand why the Alpha, Finn Slater, should choose to create a union between us and the Ironclaw pack who were our sworn enemies. We were at the town hall and he was standing on the podium when he revealed this. I was confused and my mind was searching for a reason he decided to do something like that . It was suicide. The Ironclaw Pack could come and wipe us out without a hint of remorse. This didn’t make any sense to me. “The ball shall happen soon. A date had been set. Friday, the 13th. The ball shall be held,” he said. I clenched my jaws at that. This meant he was serious about this. I felt an air of uneasiness around me as I sat a few feet away from the podium where he stood. “The invitation has already been sent to the Lycan King, and he shall be here on Friday,” he said. “It’s time we prepare. This ball is going to bring peace to us all. We shall no more be afraid of the Ironclaw pack. We wouldn’t have t

LusiaThe murmurs from the crowd that surrounded me didn't stop. I was trembling as I lay on the floor. The injuries from the shattered bottle of champagne now stung badly. I didn’t care about the people that were watching me. I had to feed my lust. My heat awoke something in me that I couldn’t control. My urges skyrocketed and I felt like I was on the moon. My vision was blurry, and I could still hear my Alpha, Finn cursing me at the top of his voice. My heart was thumping hard against my chest. I had seen this coming, that was why I had begged to be excused from tonight’s event, but he wouldn’t let me skip it. And now, I was bearing the consequences of my actions. My body was trembling and the heat between my thighs grew intense. I couldn't stop it. I couldn’t control myself. Since there was nobody else around, I was going to do it myself. I was going to touch myself. Satisfying my urges was my priority and I didn’t care about the situation I was in right now. With my trembling

LusiaFreedom. Or a chance of redemption. I was stuck. I couldn't tell which one was best for me. Fleeing the pack would make it look like everything that my brother, Finn accused me of, was true. It would mean that I was running away from the responsibility I had which was to prove everybody wrong about me. But I didn’t have a choice. Finn saw me as nothing but a slave. It was the same thing King Dane was offering but I meant something to him, not just an ordinary slave. I was something more to him. An item that he would cherish. The choice was supposed to be easy. I would leave the pack and everything behind me to be with a man who knew how to quench my lust. I could barely feel any hint of heat left in me. He had completely fucked the shit out of me which left me perplexed. How had he been able to do that? Not even Keon had ever fucked me like that. But going with him would mean that I was heading to a place I didn’t know of. Worst of all, I was stepping into enemy territory. I

Lusia Morning couldn’t come any sooner. I never thought that I would be relieved to see the sight of the morning light that bathed the room. I was lying on the king-sized bed with my eyes wide open. It had been that way for the last four hours. I couldn't shut my eyes or get any sleep. I was busy thinking, contemplating how I got myself into this mess. It shouldn’t have been this way. I shouldn’t have to worry about running away because I just got here, but I was wrong. I wanted to go back to the Silvermoon pack. I never thought I would think about this. Even though I had gone through a lot there, it was much better than this. At least I wouldn’t have to be worried about the Lycan king and what he was going to do to me the next time he walked in through that door.His last words last night had been terrifying. It made my mind race all through the remaining hours of the night. I feared for my life. Maybe I overestimated his kindness because of the way he had handled me in his car. I

LusiaI sat still on the bed of the Lycan’s king bedroom after another vigorous cleaning session. After what I had gone through at what I found out to be his study room, I dreaded my next round of punishment. My throat burned from the excessive force he had used when deepthroating me, but I couldn’t complain. I wasn’t in a position to. The bathing session was quicker than last time. I felt so numb to everything they did. Their laughs as they gazed at my scars, the roughness of their touch as they cleaned me up. I was numb to it all. It didn’t mean anything to me. I was used to it. And most importantly, I was sore. My eyes scanned the room I was in now as I waited for King Dane to join me. I was wondering what he was going to do to me, but the room made me distraught. The Lycan King’s playroom was a seductive blend of primal luxury and dark indulgence, designed to ignite the senses. The walls were crafted from smooth, dark stone, their surfaces veined with shimmering silver that gl