Claiming My Lycan King
ting a faint glow on the cramped room. Dust motes danced
h her. Her mind racing with the events to come, she rubbed the remnants of sleep
face stern and unyielding as the stone walls. Hi
Get r
y, her hands trembling as she gathered her meager belongings. Her fingers brushed
normally a cascading waterfall down her back, was now tightly braided. Her amber eyes, bright as honey in sunlight, shone with quiet resilience. Her smooth,
orn maid's dress, her best. The dull grey fabric hung loosely, accentuating
he murmured, adj
s' voice echoed
he replied, smo
's emissary arrives
ll, U
t to calm her racing heart. She descended the stairs, her long legs carrying her w
eyes gleaming with malice. "You'll ma
atisfaction of seeing her break. As they waited, Amby's thoughts turned to he
s expression turned calculating. "That'll
ng figure entered the room. His eye
announced, his voice dripping with disdai
oducing a pouch of coins. "The
pouch. The soft clink of gold coins within was music to his ears. He we
a commodity, a prize to be bought and sold. She saw as the emissary's gaze lingered on her
clean. Amby knew this, had heard his whispered worries in the dead of night. The weight of her worth settled heavy on her shoulde
oice dripped
ent is sett
d, his gaze never
nsidering her...
nking. She knew her value lay not
emissary ordered,
l. She looked at Elara, who deliberately looked away. Her mother was still in the room, enjoying her beauty sle
ottage, once filled with warmth and laughter, now seemed cold and unforgiving. Her eyes lingered on Elara's smug fa
she meant nothing to him, though he was her mother's brother. With a deep breath, Amby turned away, leaving b
of uncertainty washed over her. Wh
to her thoughts. "Hold tight,
ft her painful past behind, a
oria, rushed out of the cotta
more cruelty.Victoria stormed up
he Lycan King, thinking you'll find luxury and comfort
er be more than a servant, a plaything for the king's whims. Don't think yo
ord like a slap,
t bother thinking you'll ever return
ctoria turned and stormed back into
es, but she refused to let tears fall. S
e voice broke the si
r gaze forward. She kne
move, Amby whispered t
from the only life she'd known. As the cottage receded into the distance, Amby felt tears
cruel or kind? And what of the palace, with its
se picked up pace. She closed her eyes, letting
illed with danger, myste