The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Her mate

“Lylah, you’ve got to go back,” Falcon said. “Whatever’s going on in your head right now is a really bad idea ”

“Mate,” Lylah sneered.

Falcon’s body rigid. Before he could even process what he’d just heard, she jumped in.

“Shit!” he cursed under his breath and followed her inside.

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The interior was dark, but thanks to their heightened senses under the full moon, their vision adjusted enough to see ahead.

A low growl rumbled from behind the barricades. Something dark and dangerous was waiting.

“Lylah, stop!” Falcon grabbed her arm, but she snapped:

Her claws nearly slashed him, and though he dodged in time, she pinned him to the wall, eyes blazing.

“Stop following me!” she growled. She was losing control–her thoughts no longer clear.

The scent. The heat prickling her skin. It was unbearable. She was panting, in between her thighs was aching with need.

“He might hurt you. He might kill you,” Falcon warned.

She should listen but it was already too late. Her head felt like it would split open if she didn’t get to him.

“Open it,” she demanded.

“No. I’m not letting you go in there. We need to leave before our scent enrages him.”

Crash!

Both their heads whipped toward the barricade. Falcon’s eyes widened. Lylah’s heart jumped into her throat.

A pair of golden, feral eyes flashed behind the bars. The beast was pulling back.

Then–slam!

The barricades trembled under a brutal hit. A few more strikes and he’d burst through.

“Oh gods…” Falcon muttered. “We need to get out. I have to close the tree.”

“He’s coming for me,” Lylah whispered.

“Lylah-”

“I said I’m his mate. Can you trust me? Maybe I can save him. Maybe I can bring him back.”

Falcon trembled, caught between risking both their lives or stopping the beast and forcing Lylah out. But Lylah couldn’t be forced. Not with that fire in her eyes.

And leaving her behind… gods, no.

“Falcon,” she said softly. “I’m not going to die. Just go. Lock the tree.”

Slam. One more hit and the barricades would give in.

“Go!” she shouted.

Falcon cursed. “Whatever happens, if you can’t take it, scream my name for help.”

“And if I don’t scream your name, under no circumstances should you open the lever. Promise?”

Falcon growled, “I promise.”

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He stormed out just before Lucas‘ Lycan form slammed into the barricade, bursting it open and leaving a wide gap for the beast to walk through.

The tree sealed from the outside, and the weight of her decision pressed heavy on her shoulders. “Crazy” didn’t even begin to define what she was doing. This could be the end of her journey.

But her mind was a storm–scattered and frantic.

The Lycan circled her, sneering, eyes glowing, hideous fangs flashing. Its paws, armed with deadly claws that could slice her in a single blow, moved with both grace and menace.

Its frame was massive, at least two and a half times her size. Its wigs were edged like blades, its black fur blending with the shadows around it.

Lylah’s pulse quickened. She stepped back slowly, her feet guiding her toward the broken barricade.

The Lycan advanced, pausing where Falcon had stood, and then stepped forward again as she moved back, now entering the

barricades.

It was darker here, the air more bone–chilling. The Lycan followed her inside… and waited.

Beneath the chaos swirling in its glowing eyes, there was a flicker something she recognized.

Her trembling hands reached for the ropes binding her clothes. One by one, they slipped loose, her garments pooling silently at her feet. She stepped out, bare.

Her breasts were round, a natural C–cup. Her figure, usually hidden beneath combat gear and tunics, was striking. Her skin, marked by scars and inked with tattoos.

Nervousness washed over her. She bit her lip hard. How was this even supposed to work?

The Lycan roared suddenly, the sound releasing a wave of pheromones that slammed into her like a force.

She cried out at the overwhelming heat that bloomed between her thighs sending her crashing on her knees. It was her heat but this was nothing like before.

It hurt. Gods, it hurt.

Her legs spread instinctively, her elbows trembling against the cold stone floor.

A command. A mate command. Submit.

She lifted her gaze. The beast was no longer at the entrance. Her pulsed quickened.

Then warmth.

She felt heat behind her and heard the sickening yet powerful sound of bones shifting. She glanced over her shoulder, slowly, cautiously.

He stood there, not fully beast, not fully man.

A half–shift.

She had never seen him like this before, and the sight triggered every nerve in her body.

Muscular arms, clawed fingers still tipped with fur. His face twisted in a snarl, yet unmistakably…

Lucas.

It was still him.

Somewhere in there, he was still her mate.

Her gaze dragged down and she swallowed. His length was spranging hard, tackling with vein and glinting with precum at the

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tip.

Fuck. That size should be illegal. Could she even take it?

He hovered over her frame, nearly twice her size, breathing raggedy. His sharp fangs slightly parted, his tongue slipping out to brush against her slick folds.

She didn’t recognize the sound that escaped her mouth. Soft like she was in the cloud.

Her claws scraped the ground slowly, her body instinctively moving against his tongue as he brushed her folds again, slower this time, more deliberate.

The ache doubled. The need for something she couldn’t fully understand made her head spin.

“Please…”

She wasn’t even sure what that means. She simply want him.

He gripped her waist, almost too tightly. The bite of his claws against her skin made her hissed.

Then her head was pinned to the ground, her back arching perfectly, positioning her for his large manhood to press at her entrance.

Lylah flinched at the thickness nudging her wet core. Even though her body screamed for whatever was coming, her heart pounded wildly with fear.

One of his hands gripped her hip, the other tangled in her hair… a position she could only describe as: no escape.

Without warning, he thrust–hard and deep.

Pain ripped through her core, and her scream echoed off the walls like thunder.

Meanwhile, in cold large cave the Werewolves prisoner had been kept…

Rodaric had finally found a perfect chance to escape. These people are stupid to feed their prisoners over the several days they had been here. Do they think they would sit and wait like obedient dogs?..

Their only problem was the dragon, not too far from the dungeon they were kept in. But the beast falls asleep sometimes.

Rodaric and the men in his section had planned tonight. It’s the full moon, they are stronger with sharp senses. The Ouroboros will be no match for their strength.

Rodaric swiftly broke the lock after seven strong pulls. The men followed him in tow, just about a hundred of them… the rest, they’ll find them and massacre the Ouroboros.

“What about the dragon?” one of them asked in a whisper.

“If we Lycans gather forces and strength, we’ll be able to take the dragon down. So first, some of us will sneak out and find the other Lycans. And as for Arianna, we can threaten her with one of her own.”

One paused, another, and then another until almost all of them did

Rodaric raised a brow.

“We are just wolves. Roaming around to find the other Lycan would be dangerous,” one’s voice trembled.

“So?”

“We are not as strong as the Lycans. How about the Lycans handle the dragon first, then we’ll join in after that?”

A beat of silence.

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“Are you serious? And you call yourselves soldiers?”

“We were forced into this war. That dragon killed more than half of us in three minutes. Ate at least seventy of those who tried your escape plan,” the soldier shook his head. “We are not going to be your shield.”

“I still have a daughter back home,” another said.

“My brother died in the war, which leaves me wondering how I’m going to tell his wife and son.”

“This war doesn’t make sense. The Ouroboros have been feedings, instead of torturing its like criminals.”

“That doesn’t mean they won’t!” Rodaric shouted, “You think they’ll let us go?”

“At least we are alive. Spared. These people are just harmless, and we are stuck in a war you ancient Lycans would never let go. We invaded their land, they won. Now it’s even. Let by gone be by gone.”

“Enough is enough. We should bend the knee to Arianna Greystone if she asks. That’s the only way we can survive.” The look on the soldiers‘ faces made Rodaric laugh bitterly. Their whispers of approval, caused Rodaric’s nose to flare.

“You swore your loyalty to King Toran!–”

“The mad king,” an old werewolf, yet built soldier completed. “What has he done ever since he sat on that throne? His voice had never been heard. My youngest daughter was found dead on the street. Ràped–and she was twelve. All because of an unattended complaint from the pack I came from. I believe the Moon Realm needs saving, instead of fighting wars that did nothing but almost eradicate us all.”