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My sister wants Lycan's love, but I want him to die

Chapter 3 Obey The Iron Laws or Suffer

Word Count: 1272    |    Released on: 27/01/2026

rix Si

to not escape!" A wolf in the dark

me, and I was so scared th

olutely not bec

reamed, then a pair of

, "Wake up." I opened my eyes to see my best friend, Col

es sparkling in the sunlight like the ocean. "What happ

rain every day. That was

h and apart of me hated lying to him. Therefore, I spoke the truth, recounting the entirety along with

ry that this happened to you. I think you need to be more obedient and brush off whatever they say. I know sometimes it's d

illow at his face with a stream of insults. Swallowing the impulse, Colton

r current reality?" I asked, watchin

and accepted this horrible fate." I confessed i

ting his ethereal features and pale hair. "What do you expect? Humans and hybrids have been oppressed for all

being born a hybrid. His mother failed the genetic screening, flames of hope dancing within her heart to be with her human boy

y by her husband, enduring the anguish and sinking deeper into despair. Maybe apart of her did despise Colton

ned five, she t

male, since human women are destined to lead a similar life of sorr

in a low voice, Colton turning aro

hat remained empty. "You're going to get caught." He whisper

wolves and I've been working on one that stops their healing abilities through crystal dust." I explained, digging into my b

latrix? You cannot own any weapons; you know the Iron Laws. Humans aren't allowed to have weapons of any kind, if they find th

Even if the price was a finger or an eye, they will take it. If I

e what was drilled into me

erewolf pack, and strict laws are enforced

quences were the Four Great Iron

screening to determine if they are a werewolf's mate. Werewolves have the option to cho

us to that fact. In order to make a change, one has to make sacrifices

are that breaking the rules wil

realize the consequences, not only will it cost you your life, but our district will have

assured calmly, "I've been careful since day one and no one will questio

your genetic screening is over. We can't take any chances; this is for your own

Fine. But I'm gett

nd this was a first. "Of course, this is for your sake Bellatrix. You might no

ng into a pout at his k

the rules than I was. I appreciated his concern, but while he shared my same v

ke, and it had nothin

r text popped up, reminding me again not to forget the necklace, she ke

on my phone, a gloomy clou

be in five days. I prayed again that I

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My sister wants Lycan's love, but I want him to die
My sister wants Lycan's love, but I want him to die
“In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ "Yes please." She begs. "Then fucking let me in." I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. "Here that baby, that's the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me." "Lazarus." She moans painfully, "Please let me come." I'm doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I'm definitely hurting her, "Wanna come?" I rasped, "Not until I say so." Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. "Fuck yes." I smile sadistically, licking her tears. "Cry for me Ma Cherie." "Please, please let me come My King." She pleads. "Say it again." Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, "My King, please let me come. I'll be good." I chuckled, "Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you."”