The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 188

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“What a lovely way to set me up. Really, Queen of cûnts. You stili think I’m that dumb little Lylah?”

Brigid felt her heart clenched. Lylah had lost that light in his eyes, in fact they all had.

“I have no reason to lie to you. And just like you, I badly want to ruin everyone who ruined me,” Brigid said, her voice trembling with heavy emotion. “I want to avenge my babies. And in doing so, I want to ruin their plan and destroy them with every chance I get.”

Brigid had overheard Valoreth and Damaris talking, and had one of her soldiers disguised to confirm the King’s body was locked in a silver coffin.

Lylah bit the inside of her cheek. “How about you prove it by stepping closer?”

Brigid froze, as expected. She remembered the last time she crossed the line–Lylah had nearly killed her. That line was drawn for that reason.

Lylah scoffed, but her amusement shattered when Brigid stepped over, approaching the bars.

Nyx immediately surfaced.

Lylah moved without warning. She grabbed Brigid by the robe, yanked her forward with fierce force, slamming her face against the bars while plunging her dagger deep into her.

Their faces inches apart, Lylah–half–shifted–sneered like a bloodlusting monster, while Brigid trembled in pain.

“Do it, Lylah. Kill me,” Brigid whispered, tears rolling down her face.

“Don’t fucking say my name!” Lylah growled, twisting the dagger deeper in her belly, her fangs flashing and eyes glowing blue.

Eyes of an attack wolf.

Brigid rasped in agony.

“I hurt you so bad. My actions were foolish. And I’m sorry… deeply sorry. That’s why I’m ready to die by your hands. Do whatever you want.” she meant it.

Lylah’s hand trembled with rage. Every nerve in her body begged her to give in. To torture Brigid day and night— something she had dreamed of doing for years.

Brigid had always been number one on her list. Because all the fucking madness started with her.

Seething, Lylah shoved her back. Brigid slammed into the wall across from her, the crack of her spine echoing in the space.

Lylah shut the door, not wanting to keep looking, afraid she’d lose control completely.

Why? Why did she hesitate? Was it because Brigid was already facing her own cross?

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