The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 44

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Chapter 42: She must die

“Is it about the slave? The new slave the king now possesses?” he questioned as the woman choked beneath him, struggling to

breathe.

Oh, poor girl.

“I was worried about that before, but not anymore,” Valkyrie replied, keeping her voice steady. “I’ve got everything sorted out. You just don’t need to worry.”

Ever since the King’s warning, she had confined herself to her room, refused to eat, and cried so much. Thanks to the makeup, her brother wouldn’t be able to see the dark circle around her eyes

“No need to worry? The king has never once taken a slave into his own possession, and you asked me not to worry?”

Just as the woman beneath him thought she was going to pass out Toran finally let go of her head, letting her breathe for just a moment, before shoving his rod back in, choking her hard.

“Fuck,” he cursed, not just because of the pleasure, and Valkyrie knew that fact.

Valkyrie quickly assured. “The king has finally decided to crown me as his own Luna at the upcoming Grand Festival before all Elites. I finally won his heart, brother. You don’t need to worry, really.”

Toran groaned out loud, finally releasing into the woman’s mouth. “Take everything. Go on, sweetheart,” he smirked watching the woman drank all of his cum and licked his cock dry.

Valkyrie looked away.

“Did he exactly say he will name you his Luna, or did he simply use some sort of words with hidden meaning? What exactly did he say?” he directed his words back to his sister.

Valkyrie sighed, repeating what the king had said to her that day.

Toran’s gaze tore from the Harlot to his sister, catching what he needed to catch.

The uneasiness. Something is fucking wrong!

“Announce your place before the court? Are you fucking dumb, sister? He never said his Luna, and yet you think the king will do that? For him to have a slave means you are not satisfying him enough, so tell me, what the fuck happened?”

Valkyrie finally caught on to his words–he was actually speaking the truth.

The king never mentioned making her a Luna, he was just going to announce her place. Worries rose in her.

“What happened?” His voice sounded serious, like never before, and Valkyrie swallowed hard.

“Get out,” he ordered the Harlot. Without a moment of hesitation, she stood up and dashed out of the room naked.

“I’m listening,” he said, putting on his trousers properly.

Valkyrie pressed her lips together, letting out a deep breath.

“The slave…” she paused, fidgeting with her fingers.” survived the King’s rut.”

Toran stood still for a moment, seeming to digest what she had just said. And when it finally settled in, Toran chuckled

“And why is she alive?”

“I don’t know. She refused to tell me how she survived,” Valkyrie said.

“I meant, why haven’t you killed her?”

“I couldn’t. She kept escaping.”

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“Or you kept questioning her when you were supposed to slash her goddamn throat!” Torati snapped.

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“I needed to know how she survived so I can do it myself! I’m tired of seeing slaves going to please him when it should have been me,” she snapped back, and Toran punched the wall beside him. He was known for his uncontrollable anger.

Valkyrie quickly continued “The king never found out. I took care his beta bothered me once, and he never spoke of it again.”

1. it. I messed with her appearance, suppressed her scent. Only

Toran shot a glare at her. “Lucas suspected, and you think the king knows nothing? Newsflash, sister: if the second in command suspects, then the king himself knows already. You cannot deceive him! Have you forgotten what kind of man Duncan is?” Toran asked, eyes blazing with fury.

“And yet you’re hanging onto his word of being his Luna? What if that bitch is his mate? She was said to be a traitor, and yet she was spared at the Grand Court, and you still think the king isn’t noticing something strange about her? Wake up, sis!”

Valkyrie interjected. “The king doesn’t like her!”

Toran’s hand shot out, like a vice, grabbing her neck and slamming her back to the wall, choking her. His expression was utterly cold, sending a chill down Valkyrie’s spine.

“Tell me,” his voice dangerously low, “when was the last time he fucked you?”

Dread crept onto Valkyrie at the question. She could not answer.

Toran scoffed, clenching his jaw. “You have no idea what we did to get you on that seat as his betrothed. You have no fucking idea what I and Father did to get you into that palace, respected among the people, Valkyrie. And we gave you one job…”

ou were to fuck him or kill whoever came in the way, yet you Just one fucking job–to please the King in whatever way you can. foolishly let a slave come between you. Do you have any idea what Father will do to you if you don’t become the Luna of Lunaris Citadel? He’ll fucking skin you alive, sister, and watch you bleed right before the entire pack, calling you a bitch.”

Valkyrie’s blood ran cold. Her older brother’s words made her shake violently.

Tears poured from her eyes.

The sweet days dreaming about being the King’s Luna were suddenly drained, replaced with dread.

Now she knew the meaning of the smirk on the King’s face when he told her those words.

“Father was even planning with some other Alphas on a way to make the King crown you as his Luna as quickly as possible, but you are about to ruin everything,” Toran growled, while Valkyrie whimpered.

He released her watching her crumpled to the floor and coughing hard.

Taking a deep breath to relax his nerves, Toran declared. “I guess it’s high time I head to the palace and see that bitch myself.“. Toran stepped away from her, pouring himself some ale while Valkyrie remained silent.

“She has to die before the Grand Festival,” he muttered, staring into space. “The slave has to die no matter what.”

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Chapter 43: Arrival

Hearing every word from her sister, Arianna couldn’t help the rage that burned inside her.

Kael had tried to kill Lylah. That bastard.

Clenching her jaw, Arianna–now dressed in her usual slave attire muttered, “This is all my fault. If I hadn’t trusted him and listened to you, you wouldn’t have been forced to venture into the Dark Forest, almost killed by rogues, and brought here.”

“You promised not to blame yourself, Aria,” Lylah reminded her.

“That doesn’t change the fact that it’s my fault,” Arianna said, pacing the room. “I was the one who listened to the elders, got fooled by my bastard ex–mate, risked your life, and put our pack into the wrong hands. You could have been killed several times because of my stupid mistakes.”

Lylah swiftly set her meal aside, crossed the distance between them, and hugged her.

“Can you stop blaming yourself?” Lylah tightened her hold.

Arianna’s eyes teared up, her chest heaving as emotions swirled in them.

“What if something worse had happened to you? I wouldn’t forgive myself, Lylah. I don’t think I’d be able to live with that guilt –not even for a second,” Arianna sobbed, drawing her sister closer.

Tears welled up in Lylah’s eyes. “I learned every single thing from you. You would have done the same thing–perhaps worse. Everything I did was just to find you.”

Arianna sniffled, her voice breaking. “Oh, Lyla… I’m so sorry.”

“Alright, enough with the crying and apologizing,” Lylah snorted, breaking the hug and wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

“What happened to your hair? I almost didn’t recognize you at the barracks,” Lylah asked, swiftly changing the topic as she returned to her meal.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a long story,” Arianna replied. Her hair was growing back anyway. “What happened to your hair?”

“I cut it off when one of the guards caught it while I was trying to escape,” Lylah shrugged, completely unbothered. “I wanted it shorter anyway. I don’t like long hair. I’ll find someone to help me even it out.”

Arianna shook her head slightly. “I’ll do that for you tomorrow. Besides, you shouldn’t put yourself in danger like that again. This isn’t like our pack. This place is far more dangerous.”

“I’m a warrior, remember?” Lylah grinned despite the emotions swirling inside her. “Your warrior. How can a Luna have no one to protect her?”

Arianna smiled wide. It had been a while since she felt genuinely happy.

Lylah had always dreamt of being a warrior, determined to protect Arianna once she became Luna of the pack. Despite their father’s constant scolding, reminding her that she was a female, Lylah had secretly trained with Ryder.

“Fine,” Arianna ruffled her sister’s hair gently. “You’ll always be my knight in shining armor. Ryder taught you well.”

Lylah’s smile faltered, her bright eyes replaced with guilt.

Knowing what she was thinking, Arianna cupped her face. “It’s alright. I’m sure Ryder would be proud of you wherever he You did great, little sis.”

Lylah studied her sister for a while. “How is it, being a slave to the most dangerous man in the realm? The Beta scares the hell out of me. Now I’m wondering how you managed to face the King at the Grand Court.”

“I only spoke the truth,” Arianna shrugged.

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“I knew you’d survive. You always do,” Lylah smirked. “So, tell me all about what happened to you here” Arianna swallowed. “Uhmm… You don’t want to know.”

“That bad?”

Arianna sighed. “Complicated. Besides, now isn’t the right time to talk about this. I have to get back to the chamber,” she said, swiftly avoiding the question.

AMBASSADOR WING- Tarven

“It is such a great honor to have you here at the Citadel, Alpha Toran,” said Lord Pericles.

“Careful,” Toran mumbled, bringing his ale to his lips. “I haven’t taken the place yet.”

Lord Pericles snickered. “It’s only a few days away. You’re already the Alpha of Black Iron Pack–the strongest pack! Haha!”

Toran forced a smile, his eyes sweeping over the lavish and spacious hall. That was one thing he loved about this place: so much ale, slaves, and beautiful women. He couldn’t wait to have one in his bed soon, but first, he needed to see the King’s slave.

The only thing he disliked about this place was the lack of freedom.

He couldn’t move as he pleased, despite being the King’s betrothed’s older brother. But since his father was the Alpha of the most powerful pack, Toran was respected–especially as he was to become the new Alpha in a few days.

“Alpha Toran, how is your father, my dear friend…?”

Toran sighed. “You’re drunk, Lord Pericles.”

Pericles shook his head slightly. “I’m just tipsy,” he said, glancing at Valkyrie, who had remained silent the whole time. “Isn’t that right, my lady?” He asked, and Valkyrie raised a questioning brow. “Do I look drunk?”

Valkyrie simply replied with a small smile, meeting her brother’s gaze before drinking her wine.

“I can’t help but wonder why you’re here, Alpha Toran. Is it because of the upcoming Grand Festival?”

“Why I’m here is none of your concern, Lord Pericles,” Toran replied curtly, the thought of the King’s slave gnawing at him.

Pericles giggled. “I understand. Once the Grand Festival is over, my lady here will become Queen of this realm. That way, your father will become like the third ruler–the Gamma of the Citadel. can’t wait to see everything fall perfectly into place.” He glanced back and roared at his working slave. “More ale!”

“Me too,” Toran forced a smile, looking at his sister. “Everything will be perfect after the Grand Festival, and I’m here to make

sure of that.”

Pericles clapped his hands. “Yes! You shouldn’t worry. The King will have no choice. The council is already on our side. It’s his duty to balance the realm and listen to his people. What is a realm without a Queen?”

Nadia approached the table. “Here’s the wine, my-” she paused upon seeing Valkyrie,

Valkyrie said nothing, but Toran noticed the tension.

“Are you blind? Can’t you greet the guest? Or do you want your head hung on a spike?!” Pericles spat.

“I’m sorry, my lord, my lady,” she greeted with a bow, one that didn’t reach her heart.

As she left, Toran’s eyes followed her.

“Ugh,” Pericles groaned. “Excuse me, Alpha. I need to relieve myself. Please, enjoy.”

After he left, Toran returned his gaze to Valkyrie. “Who is she?”

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“Hm? Who?”

“Don’t play games with me. Who is she?” Toran asked, and Valkyrie swallowed before telling him everything

Toran exhaled in frustration. “So you killed her sister but not her? Yet you insisted you had everything under control?” He scoffed. “What gives you the assurance she hasn’t told the King yet?”

Valkyrie clenched her fists at her brother’s bluntness.

Pericles returned after a while.

“You owe me a favor, Lord Pericles,” Toran said as the man settled back into his seat.

“Of course, Alpha Toran. If it weren’t for you and your father, I wouldn’t be on this seat. Tell me whatever you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“It’s simple,” Toran smirked, glancing at Nadia. “I want that slave. I want her to serve me.”

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Chapter 44: To be a warrior

Lylah stepped into the barracks, nervousness and excitement washing over her.

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With a small smile, she watched the warriors train hard under the am. Their swords flashed against each other, meeting with sparks as the warriors‘ eyes burned with determination.

There were barely any females among them two, no, just three cat of so many warriors!

Females were mostly seen as breeders, wives meant to stay at home and care for their offspring. They were regarded as fragile, something to be protected.

But Lylah didn’t dream of that life. She wanted to be on the battlefield, fighting to protect her people while her sister ruled. Just the thought of it bought a sense of tranquility to every fiber of her being

She glanced at the scroll in her hand–the one Lord Lucas had senta maid to give her, instructing her to deliver it to the head warrior.

Lylah approached the large, broody man standing with sharp eyes, watching the training warriors with a commanding presence. A dark scar ran from his forehead down to his chin and chest, giving him a menacing, intimidating look

“Good morning, Ser. I’m Lylah Greystone,” she introduced herself holding out the scroll to him. “This is from Lord Bocas.”

The broody warrior took the scroll, glanced through it briefly, then tied it up.

“Come with me,” he ordered, walking into the building.

Lylah followed him through the corridor, her smile never faltering as her mind wondered what her first training session would be like.

But to her surprise, he led her to a large room where several people were dressed in servant attire washing dishes.

“Get to work,” the man commanded.

What?!

Lylah frowned. “I’m not a servant, Ser. I’m here to be a warrior.”

Perharps the male had mistakened her for another.

“Warrior?” The man glared at her. “Look at you–you’re just a little —”

“I’m seventeen. I’m not little!” Lylah cut in, ignoring his intimidating aura. “The Grand Lord gave me permission

“I don’t care what the Grand Lord says.” He took a step forward, his height looming over her. “All I care about are the requirements to be part of us.”

He pulled out a sheet and shoved it at her. “Read the instructions.

Anger rose in Lylah’s chest, but she tried her best to hold it in. She crouched down and picked up the sheet.

It was a list of requirements to become a warrior.