Donna_Sheldon

Three rejections. Three shattered hopes. That was what Layla experienced, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world that craved purity. She was shunned, ostracized, and then sold out like a pawn to the most powerful being alive—the Lycan King. A ruthless ruler with a graveyard of brides, each one holding a chilling whisper of a fate worse than death.

Layla hated him. Hated the way his eyes, cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated the way his touch, a promise of something terrifying, sent chills down her spine.

* * * *

"I hate you!" I yelled, clenching my hand into a fist, my knuckles turning white. 

He heaved a heavy sigh, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "You seem stressed," he stated, closing the book he was reading. I took a step backward as he walked towards me, each step a reminder of the power he had over me. 

It was infuriating.

"Well, lucky you," he said, rolling up his sleeve as he spoke. "I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves." Finally only few inches away from me, he reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "The first is a hug..."  His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he leaned in, his warm breath tickling my ear. "And the rest... well, that's 69. What do you say about that?" 

"He's insane," I thought, my heart pounding in my chest so hard I feared it would burst. 

He tilted his head to the side, one of the insufferable things he does whenever he doesn't get a reaction from me, a smirk playing on the side of his lips. "What's the matter, darling?"


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A DANGEROUS OBSESSION

Will she escape the inferno of his chaos, or succumb to the allure of her own demise?

A haunting tale of obsession, desire, and the blurred lines between love and destruction.


LYCAN KING CASSIAN

I'll devour her from the inside out, fueling the inferno that consumes her every ragged breath. Like oxygen feeding a raging fire, I'll claim every inch of her sweet, fragile body, tracing the curves of her silhouette with scorching precision.

Her skin will flush with anticipation, as my touch ignites a slow-burning fever. Her eyes, dark pools of desire, will plead for mercy, but her lips will whisper my name.

At first, she'll tremble with fear, but it will ignite a burning desire that courses through her veins like liquid fire. And when she's drawn too close to the flame, I'll unleash the pain, heightening her ecstasy with each deliberate stroke.

She'll be the moth to my flame, helpless to resist the allure of the very thing that will destroy her.

A Dangerous Obsession

I stepped out of the carriage, instinctively hiding my cane from prying eyes. As an alpha, vulnerability was a luxury I couldn't afford. The warm sunlight cast long shadows across the gathering of leaders, a tapestry of different species woven together by power and politics.

Dwarves stood sturdy, their beards braided with clan tokens that clinked softly with their movements. Elves towered, their elegant features chiseled from the finest marble. Shifters of every ilk mingled, their eyes gleaming with a hint of wildness. I scanned the crowd, my gaze lingering on potential allies and foes.

"Stay here," I instructed my daughter, keeping my voice low but firm. "I'll return soon."

She nodded silently, and with one final glance at her, I turned and joined the flow of leaders heading toward the central hall. The structure loomed before us, its stones etched with ancient runes that shimmered in the sunlight.

CHAPTER 20