All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Playtoy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LusiaA week later. The sound of the door creaking open woke me up from my thoughts. I blinked twice before gazing at the door where King Dane was standing with a tray of food in his hands. I was baffled by this. He was serving me dinner again. I hadn’t eaten anything since last night. This was the first time I had seen him throughout today and it was sunset. He was dressed in a purple shirt with his sleeves rolled up. His tousled jet-black hair looked glorious but his blue eyes were the same as ever. Cold and hollow. Tch. Those blue eyes knew how to scare me. Every time I looked at him and felt like I was going to finally get closer to him, his blue eyes reminded me of what a ruthless king he was. I couldn't understand why he would choose to serve me dinner every night. He could have called any of his maids to do that. I could tell that he wanted something from me. Last week when he had first served me dinner by himself, he had made me sign off my life to him without a clue. I c

LusiaI closed my eyes waiting for the impact of Kiara’s hand but it didn’t come. After a few seconds of waiting in vain, I opened my eyes and saw her hand held in mid-air. A strong, familiar fragrance filled my nose and my body grew rigid as I recognized who it was immediately. King Dane.King Dane was holding Kiara’s hand and his face was twisted in anger. I could see the rags in his icy blue eyes. My heart was thumping hard against my chest as I stared at him. I never thought that he would come to my rescue. But here he was, being my knight in shining armor. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He asked Kiara. His voice was cold. Kiara was baffled by this. Her mouth was slightly parted as she stared at King Dane who was still holding her hand. I could bet that she didn’t expect this to happen. A few minutes ago, I stepped out of the room for the first time since I was brought here. The feeling had been exciting. I felt free and tried my best to stay near the room but I got

LusiaMy palms were trembling as I was rushed into the town hall. The hall was filled. Everybody was present to hear what judgment shall be passed on me. Who wouldn’t want to witness the downfall of the once-beloved princess of the pack? It all felt like a dream. It had been three nights since that horrible moment, but I still couldn’t get the pictures out of my head. The images of my parents lying dead in a pool of blood in our living room and the accusations my brother had rained on me. It all felt surreal. It couldn’t be true. I was disappointed and shocked. Finn didn’t believe me. There was no reason for him to. He had seen me with the knife and the blood of our father on me. He had seen their corpse behind me and had deduced that I was the one that murdered them. I couldn't defend myself. What could I say? Nobody wouldn’t believe me. They were all staring at the facts. The blood on the knife and the blood on my clothes was that of my father. As I walked through the aisle with

Lusia Present day. The dark veil was lifting and I was slowly regaining consciousness. I could also feel the large pure oak door behind me banging. Someone was knocking and not just anybody, King Dane. The thought of him running a riot on me made me spring awake. I could hear the door banging louder and my name being called out by him. My heart was thumping hard against my chest. I was scared and that fear left me frozen on the floor. I had been crying for a long time after I overheard the conversation between King Dane and Kiara. And that prompted me to fall asleep. The sleep hadn't been a good one because it reminded me of the worst period of my life. After being falsely accused by my brother of killing our parents whom I had tried so hard to save, I was turned into his royal servant and that was how my misery began. Hearing that the pack had been taken down was supposed to make me feel better but it didn’t. It made me dread the thought of crossing King Dane. He had used me as

Lusia I could feel the orgasm coming, a surge building deep inside me like an untamed force of nature. It started as a soft flutter, a delicate tease that slowly grew into a relentless wave of pressure. My breaths came in shallow gasps, my chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm as the intensity consumed me. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire, a heat spreading from the pit of my stomach outward, searing through my veins like molten lava. My thighs clenched instinctively, tightening against the relentless rhythm of the object moving inside me, its vibrations pushing me closer to the edge. My fingers gripped the sheets beneath me, knuckles whitening as my body strained against the sensations. It wasn’t just physical—it was an all-encompassing storm, pulling at my mind, my soul, my very being. I felt helpless against it as if I were caught in the current of a raging ocean, powerless to do anything but let it carry me away. The rhythm of the object intensified,