The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: That damn word

Chapter 33: That damn word

Kill her?

For a mere slave?

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Valkyrie’s eyes widened in shock at the King’s words. They echoed over and over again, each repetition feeling like a brutal stab to her heart.

Her pulse thundered.

Why?

But that question was shoved to the back of her mind as the King squeezed harder.

“You’ve been overstepping your boundaries far too often, Valkyrie, and I’m growing tired of your theatrics. You are neither Queen nor ruler here.” His eyes darkened further, and Valkyrie’s wolf whimpered under the intensity. “Do not overstep your bounds again.”

Blood trickled down Valkyrie’s lips. She was slowly losing consciousness and sanity at the same time.

Just when she thought she might die in the King’s brutal hold, his hand released her, and she crumpled to the floor.

She coughed, only making her throat burn even more. With her head lowered, her vision turned red.

Her body trembled violently from the pain and the pressure of her chest.

Only then did she remind herself–she was only chosen to be the King’s future bride. The King harbored no feelings for her.

She felt foolish for thinking she had finally formed a bond with him today, simply because he had eaten with her, walk with her and listened to her talks for almost the whole day.

But she had been wrong. Nothing had changed, despite all her efforts to please him.

Something had shifted tonight.

Arianna meant something to the King. And that terrified her even more.

Tears spilled out of her eyes dropping to the floor. Tension settled in the room like a thick, heavy fog.

“Get out,” the King growled.

No one needed to tell Valkyrie or the guards twice–they scurried out of the chamber.

As the door shut, Duncan still felt restless. His hand itched to slash something, to spill blood.

His Beta, Lucas, had attended the council meeting in his stead, and Duncan had simply gone to check on his warriors himself.

Then, for some reason, he decided to return to his chamber–only to hear Arianna’s painful groan.

The scene had driven him to the edge, making every drop of his blood boil.

He had been hard on Arianna… He didn’t want to admit it, but the image of her speaking with the new slave master had slipped into his mind when he barked at her–calling her a slave.

The hurt in her eyes had been clear when she ran out. It only fueled his anger, making his bloodlust surge.

For a moment, King Duncan had nearly lost control. He had almost torn through Valkyrie right then and there.

A breath away from ripping her head off and watching it roll on the floor.

It was surreal that the sight of his slave could trigger him this way

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his mate should make him feel like this. She had no wolf to connect to. His Lycan never called her his mate.

Chapter 33: That damn word

One thing he hated the most was curiosity and confusion.

Only then did he make up his mind. It was time to visit the Seer.

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She ran.

Like a wounded pup.

Not to her small room, but outside. She longed for the fresh air of the night to ease the painful knot that refused to go away in her stomach.

Leave, slave. Get out!

Slave.

Why did that word hurt so much, coming from him? He had called her that before, so why did it feel like it had not only stabbed her heart but torn it apart brutally this time?

Tears filled her eyes as her feet collided with the floor, light and hurried.

Finally, she reached outside, ignoring the soldiers barking at her.

Just for a while, she needed the cold breeze on her skin.

He hadn’t even listened to what she had to say. He had simply taken his betrothed’s side. Her words had meant nothing to him.

The realization clenched her chest so hard she couldn’t I stop the tears from falling.

Valkyrie was his betrothed, while she, on the other hand, was a slave. Just like what Valkyrie had said, she was a mere body to satisfy his hunger.

What had she expected? That the King would take her side?

“Hey, slave! Get away from there!” a soldier barked. She wiped her damp cheeks, her jaw clenching.

Slave.

She hated that word.

The soldier approached, his footsteps growing louder, and then his hand grabbed her shoulder, pulling her up.

“Let go of me!” she snapped, jerking her arm free from his rough grip.

The soldier glared, the moonlight casting his broad shadow over her, yet she showed no fear,

“Do you have a death wish, woman?” he sneered. “Leave, or you’ll find yourself in the dungeon.”

Her breath came hard, chest heaving. She knew she should lower her head and retreat–but she couldn’t.

She was tired. Tired of being ordered around.

“I came out to get some air,” she bit out, her head held high. “Is that a crime now?”

The soldier’s eyes narrowed. “For a slave to be unsupervised at night? Yes, it is. Now leave while I’m still being nice, slave.”

Arianna’s fists clenched. That damned word again.

“What is going on here?”

A familiar voice cut through the tension. Sharp, calm–commanding.

Atlas.

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Chapter 33: That damn word

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He stepped forward, arms crossed, his gaze flickering between the soldier and Arianna.

“She was loitering out here,” the soldier spoke gruffly. “Wandering alone. You know the rule

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“I don’t recall fresh air being a crime in the Citadel,” Atlas said smoothly. His tone was calm yet edged with authority, making the soldier hesitate.

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