Claiming My Lycan King
the question, Jessica'
t you saw,"
ing herself to reveal the secrets she'd uncovered. The memories, though not her own, felt etc
ed with tears, her voic
e," she whispered, her
sica into a warm embrace. The scent of lavender wafted f
by whispered, her breath a gent
haking with sobs. But Amby held fast, her grip a lifeline, her heart a refuge. The world around them melted away, leaving only the gentle pressure of their
of belonging she'd never known before, a sense of home. And in Jess
and the gentle clatter of pots. She had hoped to find additional solace in the bustling atmosphere, wher
taff moved with hushed urgency, their faces pinched with worry. Nyma, the kitchen maid, fumbl
before she appeared. The queen's voice, col
rds echoing off the stone walls. She was compla
ng the storm to come. Catalina burst into the kitchen, her heels clicking on the stone floor like a crack of thunder. The doors swung wide, ad
repeated, her voice low and menacing,
r eyes wide with fear. She trembled, he
a stammered, her voice barely audible o
slicing through Nyma like a cold
er words dripping with venom.
ed, her gaze sweeping the
ice. Her eyes locked onto Amby, and the air seemed to thicken, heavy with accusat
e preparation, Your Majesty," Ny
d, her voice steady
our Majesty. I wasn
hed with anger, spar
Catalina's voice thundered,
feet rooted to the sp
our Majesty," Amby declar
ted in rage, her che
. With a swift motion, Catalina's hand shot out, palm flat. Th
t, the only sound the heavy breathing of the queen. Jessica's eyes widened in hor
inctively rose to h
her anger still simmering
earn to r
hastily. "Yes,
atalina comma
tchen, casting a hel
e, tears pricki
ilence. "You're confined to your quarte
in the palace would be as terrible as it was in
scurried after her, leaving
made contact, and she winced, the tenderness radiating outward like ripples on a pond. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the wave of emotion. The kitchen's sounds faded
ids fluttered closed, releasing the pent-up anguish. J
ight. Her slender fingers danced across parchment, signing documents with precision
e ripples on a summer lake. Her figure dissolve
vision
estries depicting Catalina's ancestors were replaced by vibrant scenes of blooming garden
reading across her face. Amby felt a surg
on shift
ide hers, a smile of love and assurance on his face. Her eyes shone with authority, like stars in
filled with devotion and allegiance. The air vibrated with the promise o
vision's intensity left her breathless, her lungs burning. The
s spreading like ice. She stumbled, he
ound, skin scraping on rough stone. Her head spun, a dizzying vortex. Colors blurred, sounds muffled. Her vision narrowed to