The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 6

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**

**Chapter 6**

**Bella**

I had 55 vouchers to my name, but in that moment, they felt utterly insignificant.

He lowered himself, his mouth a sinful weapon of pleasure that consumed me whole. An electric jolt of ecstasy shot through me, and I found myself clutching the sheets, my body thrashing as waves of bliss crashed over me.

When he finally pushed his rock-hard cock deep inside me, I was overwhelmed by an unexpected sense of being cherished rather than used. Each thrust was urgent, filled with a desperate need that ignited something primal within me. It was a delicious connection, one I struggled to articulate. We fit together like pieces of a puzzle, perfectly aligned in our shared desire.

But then, in an instant, he stilled. I could feel the head of his cock swelling inside me, as if it were a knot meant to keep me tethered to him. A sharp pang of pain surged through me, and panic gripped my heart. “What is happening?” I gasped, my voice trembling.

“Nothing much, baby,” he replied, his voice strained and low, as though he were wrestling with something deep inside himself. “Just bear with me for a moment.”

But his cock swelled further, and I couldn’t hold back the scream that erupted from my lips. In that moment, he let out a deep growl, his body jerking as he released himself inside me, filling me with his warmth. He continued to thrust, each movement deliberate until he had spent every last drop within me.

Once he was spent, he collapsed against me, showering me with kisses, murmuring words of gratitude and comfort. As he finally slipped out, he wrapped his arms around me, as if I were a precious treasure he feared losing. The late-night hour wrapped around us like a soft blanket, and I felt an unexpected peace wash over me, my head growing lighter with every passing moment.

He pulled me closer, tucking me under his chin, his arm encircling my waist as if he never wanted to let go. He pressed a gentle kiss to my temple, thanking me once more before drifting off to sleep. I followed suit, my eyes fluttering shut as I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. My body relaxed in a way I hadn’t anticipated, and soon we were both lost in the depths of slumber.

That night was a whirlwind of passion. He took me again and again, exploring my body with a reverence I had never known, coaxing me into deeper pleasures. It was as if he were caught in an unending cycle of desire, and I was more than willing to join him.

When I awoke just before dawn, my body ached in the most delightful way, filled with the remnants of his essence. The room was cloaked in darkness, and he remained asleep, warm and heavy beside me, his arm still securely around my waist. I hesitated for a moment, gazing down at him, knowing this would be the last time I would see him like this.

With great care, I lifted his arm and slipped out from beneath it. I stood there for a heartbeat longer, watching him sleep, cherishing the memory of our night together.

I quietly dressed, gathering my belongings with a sense of finality. As I picked up my bag, I made a silent vow to myself—I would not look back. It was better this way. We were two strangers who had shared a fleeting moment, and that was all it needed to be.

Upon checking my phone, I was bombarded by twenty missed calls from my father, along with a few from Craig. My heart sank as I approached home, the front door ajar. The sounds of raised voices echoed from the living room, growing louder as I stepped inside.

There stood my father, a storm of fury, flanked by Lucy, Luke, Mark, and Craig. Craig’s eyes were red, as if he had been rehearsing his sorrow in front of a mirror. My heart raced, a mix of anger and dread coursing through me.

“Where were you last night, and what did you do?” Daddy bellowed, his voice slicing through the tension in the room.

I recoiled, taken aback. “Didn’t you receive my video?” I asked, confusion lacing my tone.

My father’s eyes widened in shock. “What? You insolent brat! How dare you?” he shouted, disbelief etched across his features.

Lucy leaned in, her voice shaky as she whispered to him, “Please, Jared. We need those twenty million. Calm down.”

The weight of her words landed heavily in the air, like a door slamming shut. So, the entire family was after my inheritance? How had I been so blind to this? I stared at my father, the betrayal cutting deeper than any physical blow. At that moment, something inside me snapped. I couldn’t take it any longer. “I won’t marry Craig! And I hate myself for trusting you all,” I declared, my voice resolute.

“If you don’t marry Craig, get out of this house,” my father warned, his voice low and threatening. “You’ve always acted like an entitled brat, but no more,” he hissed, his fury palpable.

“With pleasure,” I replied, lifting my chin defiantly.

He raised his hand as if to strike me again but stopped short, his growl reverberating in the air. “Remember, if you walk out, don’t come back. You will be dead to me.”

With that, he turned away, the others following in his wake. So this was it? Did he truly believe I would succumb to his threats? No, I couldn’t remain in this house any longer. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating me with their toxic presence.

I rushed upstairs, pulled out a small suitcase, and began to pack. I grabbed my wallet, cash from the drawer, my ID, and my phone charger. One last look at the photos on my shelf—the ones from school, the ones with my mother, the ones with Daddy—each image a bittersweet reminder of what I was leaving behind. I zipped up the bag and descended the stairs to find the house empty.

I opened the main door and stepped out into the world, a sense of freedom washing over me. I made my way to the airport, purchasing a ticket for the earliest flight out of New York, bound for Dallas. I settled by the window, watching as the city shrank beneath the wings of the plane. I pressed my palm against my cheek where the sting still lingered, and I began to build walls around my heart, stronger than ever before. In that moment, I made a promise to myself—I was done being blind and falling in love.