Offered To The Cursed Lycan King

slave dress that greased the floor. She took a good look at herself, spi

her palms to rub on her body. "King Godric loves the oily scent, so he would probably hope to

her hair into a ponytail be

sh that I don't return?" Odessa spoke up. She hated that she wa

at each othe

snapped at her before tying the ribbon around her packed hair. "You will get going, and I hope yo

? She had wondered several times what happened between the

d tear them apart. Was that the reaso

the King's chambers." Pandra said

dy since she wore a cloth like that, and now it looked like a burden. They would call it a slave dress because it didn't h

he way to the king's chamber. Even though it was still in the

wered her head the mome

ng's right-hand woman. When do rulers have women as closest servants?

nto the room. "Be fast! You can't keep him waiting." she scolded her, and sh

d in the middle of the room. The door had b

going to be in th

brought enough light. She looked around, the room was more like a hall, or was it? T

and flowers in the room. It showed that

d?" her eyes tinted as she questioned

to the back, and there was no one. Her back skin was brushed with a cool breeze

all out. Mistress Pandra's statem

ill feed o

up dead if this is how it is." she thought, her

King was, not until a serene wave of darkness hurled f

is here already!" she sniffled, her breathing accel

used her heart to skip and her palms resting on her f

to that spot. "Just suck my blood and let me go."

the clock. She prayed the ground would open and eat her up bec

d. Her clothes wer

nd couldn't believe what she saw

that made it difficult for her to speak. She let go of her face, her

em, and the Kyrennei were among them. She could recall being told how

other creatures to sustain t

e understood why he would feed on her blood, b

s wolfless and looke

ts. She snapped her eyes open to meet its furnace eyes d

r behind her neck, until its fangs stuck on her fabric

ess to please their king, but because she had

ps. "Just suck my blood, please!" she cried out, followed

e more like death itself. She tightened her fist on the remaining cloth still on her thig

part.' The last statement of the King

ain the pain. "I can't survive it. I'm sure I won't