The Lycan King's Wrong Obsession novel Sorin Carter (by Circeleari) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

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The chains clink when I move, and my wrists burn where the silver rubs raw against skin. My back sticks to the stone wall, cold and slick with moisture, and I don’t know if it’s from the fucking mildew or my own blood anymore. I’ve stopped keeping track.

The stink of piss, rust, and death festers in this dungeon like it’s breathe, I taste metal. Maybe it’s from the shackles, or maybe it

ved here longer than the guards upstairs. Every time I just my own goddamn rage.

The sound of heels clicking on stone makes my ears perk up. I don’t lift my head right away. I already know who it is. I’d recognize that fake–ass saunter anywhere.

Ariel fucking Willow.

I raise my head slowly, as if I’m unpeeling my body from death self. She’s standing just outside the silver bars as if she owns the fucking prison, maybe she does now that she’s stole the position from me–draped in a silky white dress, not a speck of dust on her, arrogant as she isn’t five steps away from rotting corpses and dried blood.

“Well, well…” she coos, fingers laced over her belly like she’s the Virgin fucking Mary. “Look at what we have here. Didn’t expect to find you in this place, sister.”

I flinch. Not at the word. I’m used to her calling me that. It’s the one. That sugary mock–pity bullshit that makes my skin crawl.

My throat’s dry, but I manage a rasp, “Leave.”

Her lashes flutter like she’s offended. “Oh, don’t be like that, Sorin. You always had such a temper. It’s no wonder the pack couldn’t trust you.”

She even has the audacity to smile.

“Poor little Luna,” she sings, sickeningly sweet. “Or should I say… prisoner? Oh, how the mighty have fallen. This must be humbling for you, sister.”

The word sister leaves her lips a damn curse, and my jaw tenses.

“I said leave,” I manage one more time, my voice rough from delydration and screaming into walls.

“Oh, but I had to see you,” she says with a delicate sigh, tucking a golden curl behind her ear. “I was just telling the pack how much I pitied you. To go from Luna to traitor… to caged animal. It must’ve really hurt.”

My fists clench at my sides, fingers twitching hoping they couldrangle her right through the bars if they just tried hard enough.

She steps closer.

“I remember the day you handed me that supply cart,” she says thoughtfully, like she’s recalling a sweet childhood memory. “You looked so proud. So fucking naive. I could barely keep a stright face.”

My eyes widen. She really isn’t hiding it anymore. This bitch.

I was right.

She sees it.

And she smiles.

That’s when I lunge.

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The chains yank me back with a violent snap just before my fingers brush her throat. I snarl like the rabid dog they think I am, teeth bared.

Fucking bitch.

She shricks. Stumbles back with a practiced whimper.

“Ah! Sister no!” she cries, voice trembling as if she’s the one shackled to the wall. She grips her stomach, protecting a fucking baby bump I now realize is already showing.

The two guards storm in, spears clanking.

“Miss Willow! Are you alright?”

“Y–Yes,” she says, voice shaking. “I shouldn’t have come. It’s my fault… I provoked her. I thought maybe she’d changed. That she’d repent. But she’s still dangerous… Please, don’t punish her for my stupidity.”

I gape at her, words choking in my throat.

Are you fucking serious?

The guards glance at each other. One of them glares at me with mix of suspicion and disgust.

“She’s unstable,” Ariel murmurs, voice all tremble and grace. “I just… I thought maybe if I reached out, she’d find peace. She’s suffering, after all… She was once like a sister to me.”

“Fucking bitch,” I mutter, tugging the chain again just for spite. My skin burns from the silver cuff. “Don’t play holy. Not here. Not with me.”

One of the guards turns to her. “You should go, Lady Willow. It’s not safe in here.”

She shakes her head, soft and saintly. “No… it’s okay. I’ll stay. I just want to talk to her. Just five minutes. Please?”

They hesitate.

Fuck. I can see it–the weakness in their eyes. Her innocence act always worked on spineless men.

“I’ll be alright,” she insists. “You can wait just outside. I won’t get too close. I promise.”

And just like that, they fucking leave.

“We’ll be on guard,” one says, stepping back with clear reluctance

Once they’re gone, the act drops like a stone.

She straightens her spine, raises her chin, and her smile turns cold.

“Poor thing,” she purrs. “Still dreaming someone’s going to save you? Wade certainly won’t. Not when he’s too busy kissing my belly every night. Did you see it yet? It’s finally showing.”

I don’t respond. My knuckles are white from how hard I’m gripping the bars.

“I forgot how ugly you looked when you cried,” she whispers. “But I guess that’s all you’ve been doing lately, isn’t it?”

“I’m not crying,” I grit out. “Not for you. Not for him. And definitely not in this fucking hole.”

Ariel walks closer–just to the edge of the bar. Not stupid enough to be in reach.

“You were always so smug,” she says, cocking her head. “So perfect. Daddy’s little Beta princess. Luna of the great Woodridge

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Pack.” She laughs, low and breathy. “And now you’re here. In chins. Filthy. Useless.”

My nails dig into my palms I say nothing. She wants a reaction

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“Well,” she singsongs, dragging her hand across her stomach lik it’s a trophy. “Wade certainly moved on fast. Not that I blame him. We’ve been together a while now. And look-” she stokes her belly again. “Fruitful, too.”

My stomach churns.

“You should leave,” I say, voice flat.

“You really want to rot here with that fake moral compass of yours? Go ahead. Meanwhile, I’ll be at the top of the packhouse, beside the Alpha, raising our child.”

I look away.

“I’m going to prove I didn’t do it,” I mutter, forcing calm I don’t feel. “I’ll clear my name. Even if I die after, I’ll make sure the truth burns you first.”

She tilts her head like she’s pitying me. “Oh, Sorin. Still clinging o delusions. It’s pathetic.”

I turn away. She’s not worth my breath.

I barely take two steps when she adds, almost too casually, “Did you hear? The Alpha King is visiting.”

My spine stiffens. It’s what I had heard earlier.

She doesn’t stop.

“Rumor has it, he’s looking for someone. A pen pal, apparently.” Her voice dips into a cruel smile. “You don’t think he’d be interested in me, do you?”

I don’t turn around.

But the heat rises behind my eyes. My jaw clenches.

“After all,” she adds with a sweet lilt, “he does have a thing for broken girls, doesn’t he?”

My chains rattle as my fists curl.

I shouldn’t have turned around.

I knew better. I felt the trap spring the second I did. But I fucking turned anyway, and now here I am–palms burning on silver bars, teeth clenched like I might crack one from the pressure, because this bitch is smiling.

Not just smiling.

Smug. Smirking. It’s as if the devil herself just got the first bite out of the forbidden fruit, and she liked it.

“You’re paying attention again. Finally,” Ariel hums, her syrupy voice making my stomach twist. She reaches into the folds of

her robe though she’s performing some kind of performance for a priest. One that ends in damnation.

My eyes widened to see what’s in her hand. An envelope. Old. Slightly yellowed. No crest. No blood seal.

But I know that

paper.

I recognize that exact torn flap.

My heart plummets to the floor, bounces, and slams again harde.

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I’ve held that paper in my own hands before,

No

No no

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She unfolds it delicately, as if it’s sacred, the very last trace of a ret 1 buried so deep even I forgot it existed. My lungs stop working as her voice rises in a dramatic lilt.

“You feel like rain after a drought I didn’t know I was suffering tough” Her eyes meet mine over the bars Romantic Cringe, but sweet. The Alpha King really wrote this? Did he know his penpal was engaged?”

“You fucking where did you get that?” I snap, all pretenses gone My voice comes out rough. I sound feral. I feel feral

“Oh,” she waves her hand like it’s no big deal, “it was just lying and. Slipped into one of your sketchbooks, I think. You were always sloppy when you were hiding stuff”

1 lunge.

I fucking lunge forward as if my body is no longer my own. The silver bars sear into my skin, and I scream, but I don’t care. I reach for her, barely missing her wrist as she flinches back, lauging.

“Temper, temper, older sister.”

“Don’t call me that!” I spit. “You’re not my fucking sister. You’re parasite with tits and delusions.”

Ariel tuts, completely unaffected by my outburst. “Is that really any way to talk to the woman carrying Wade’s child?”

“Wade is just infatuated, that’s what.” I grin maniacally. She seen taken aback.

But she regains control quickly, folding the letter neatly and tucking it back into the envelope, her eyes gleaming. “The Alpha King’s looking for her, you know. His mysterious penpal.he one who wrote this.” She taps the envelope to her lips, coy. “Maybe I should tell him it was me all along.”

For a second, I almost laugh. Almost.

Because she doesn’t know. She thinks she’s clever, but the only ystery here is how she made it this far being this fucking dumb.

Alaric knows. He’s always known. I burned every letter–except that one. The only one with no names. No signatures. Just the words and the feel of each other scrawled across ink–stained listance,

He knew it was me.

He didn’t need my name.

The Alpha King is obsessed with Sorin Carter. I hate to admit it but he’s a complete idiot. A hot one, but dimwit nonetheless to fall in love with someone else’s Luna.

But still, I don’t say a word.

I wipe my expression clean and tilt my head, dropping my hand finally from the bars even though they’re shaking and blistered.

“Oh? You think that’ll work?”

Ariel’s eyes narrow. She’s not used to me being calm. Not like th

She starts pacing again, slow, measured, her fingertips trailing the dungeon wall as if she owns it.

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