Alpha's STOLEN Mate (by Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208

Kanus

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I stepped into Morgath’s chamber, letting the door close softly behind me. The crystal chime echoed through the room-a sound I’d

learned to associate with captivity, with magic that coiled around my mind like chains.

Except those chains were loosening. Had been loosening for days now.

I bowed low, keeping my voice subservient, empty of thought. “My lady. I’ve returned.”

Morgath stood with her back to me, her mask removed. Her fingers traced over her own face in slow, methodical circles-some kind of

ritual, perhaps, or simply vanity. The moment she sensed my presence, her spine stiffened.

“Kaius!” Her voice cracked like a whip. “Stop right there!”

I froze mid-step, playing the obedient beast. Every muscle in my Lycan form went still.

She grabbed her mask, practically fumbling it back onto her face before whirling around. Even through the silver surface, I could feel her

glare burning into me.

Fool!” she hissed. “I merely loosened some of your restraints-let your Lycan nature breathe a little, so that precious white wolf of mine

could see the real you. Ha! But I didn’t expect your true nature to be quite so… problematic. You nearly killed my white wolf, you idiot!”

I dropped my gaze immediately, letting my shoulders hunch. “Forgive me, my lady. I wouldn’t dare. It’s just… you understand, don’t you? The Lycan instinct is to kill. To dominate. I cannot-will not-allow any other wolf to stand above me.”

The words came easily. They were even partially true, which made the lie more convincing.

She turned slowly, her masked face tilting with interest. “Oh? Is that so?”

I nodded, then let something raw slip into my voice-something hungry and desperate that I didn’t have to fake. “I merely wanted to seize what little time I have with my own thoughts still intact… to do something that brings me genuine pleasure.”

The words hung in the air between us, heavy with implication.

A soft laugh escaped her lips. “How delicious.”

She glided toward me with predatory grace, each step deliberate. When she reached me, her hands rose to explore-trailing over the hard planes of my chest, tracing the ridges of muscle across my shoulders, sliding down the length of my arms. Her touch was possessive, claiming, as if I were a sculpture she’d created.

Time she purred, her fingers dancing lower, grazing over my abdomen. ‘Oh, don’t worry, my beautiful beast. I’ll give you more time. I

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adore this dangerous edge you’ve developed. Aside from the white wolf, you’re the most thrilling creature I’ve encountered in decades.

Her hand pressed against the center of my chest, feeling my heartbeat.

“A Lycan,” she breathed. “How magnificent. A beast that can speak, that can walk upright like a man. Not just a pet-you can be my

companion, my entertainment. You’re far more interesting than your father ever was.”

My father.

Something inside me went cold and sharp. I felt the flicker of emotion try to cross my face-rage, grief, a thousand questions-but I crushed it down instantly. I forced my features into the blank, bestial expression I’d been maintaining

Just a beast. Just her weapon. Nothing more.

But she’d noticed something. I saw the slight pause in her movements.

She continued her exploration, her hands roaming with increasing boldness, touching places that made my skin crawl. All the while, the

kept talking, her voice taking on a bitter edge.

“I’ve always heard that black Lycans were the truly fearsome ones,” she mused, her fingers tracing patterns across my ribs. Your father’s

golden coloring… it was beautiful, yes, but ultimately useless. Just like him. A pretty, worthless fool. He’s been that way since decades ago

-arrogant, self-righteous, completely idiotic.”

Each word about my father was a knife, but I kept my face empty. Blank. Beast-like.

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