Bound to the Cursed Lycan King

VA

'I am the master, the o

cked an inner wolf-the power radiating from him was suffocating, as

ves-and I was almost certain he was the most pow

xt maid isn't a conniving snake. Otherwise, she'll lose m

choed as he

e girls thinking? I warned them," the Housekeeper muttered, sha

isiac. Foolish woman. I'll have someone take her

off the floor, I began my wo

er try to outsmart that dangerous man

found myself teetering

ervice staff, a group of she-wolves an

onster, but I didn't care. I just wa

called the five Lycans who live

ast for werewolves-and maintained balan

ir responsibilities, executed in the crueles

t I had al

oking around beyond the service area, an

, using a medicine the Housekeeper had gi

t encountered any of the Guardians

this m

hasn't found a suitable candidate to be the King'

oor on my knees, half-listenin

s almost covering my eyes, shield

eaning the tiles, I couldn't co

The clack of heels echoed down t

the Hou

ly. Everyone-cooks, maids, even me-scrambled into po

, walking past each trembling body w

er me, I thought she'd

again?" she aske

ma'am," I

my chin, forcing me to me

s time. Come with me," she said, wal

eeling wash

were twisted with envy, anger, and bitterness

ng to be King Fenrir's personal maid,"

cook, iron, organize

n't think I'm suited for t

ussion," she snapped,

're out. I need a maid for the King

Sometimes, I forget that thi

e straight into the lio

this is done that way... His food is only prepared by one cook, al

aundry, and service areas, rattling

ike it was on fire from the flood of informa

xactly as I've instructed." She handed me a silv

head down. Stay invisible. You'r

my mind as I carried the t

rst day. If you betray the King, believ

ed hard a

tairs, the dimly lit corridors stretching out ahea

with intricate carvings and me

at this hour

y in one hand and opened th

the beast, keeping my eye

as barely illuminated by the dim lighting, and I s

smelled it-the unmistakab

door that seemed to lead to another room. Muffled fema

more than

hitting the wall-perhaps the bed-escape

wn, you're just furniture. Don't

the lord's preferences, circling the table, th

, commanding voice fr

fists, slowly turning

nah. I'm your new maid," I mana

anger, urging me to flee, but I stood my ground as he place

w intimidating, fierce gray eyes examining me, so fascin

lf?" he asked, fr

ticed it with

ore I turned 18, and the spirit of my wolf never appeared. But

d be dismissed on my first day. Ug

scars on your fac

Majesty. My healin

, making my nerves fray even further

g clear why women would risk losing their heads for just o

oking up. He was muscular, rugged, imposing-every inch

red and black tattoos, covering whit

was a fiery dark red, like his short beard, the

ou to understand the rules. I don't tolerate disobedie

and nodded. "Ye

our Majesty' thing," he added, finally releasin

ire time. Yet, even then, I caught a scent lingering from

uldn't perceive the phero

eave and that everything is spotless," he ordered without

oted to the spot,

ward the task of removing his

sight. The room was dim, clothes scattered across the floor

with the scent of

d, standing at the foot of the bed. They did

, bruises, and streaks of semen mix

red you to go.

e busty blonde between the two brunettes,

still got so

ere already settling in to sleep, seeming

irst task. I knew he'd done

filled a basin with cold wate

o the large window, grabbed the heavy

rtains!" they shrieked like banshee

rely shines, the world al

hoosh! I threw the cold wate

sane, you d