The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 118: Chapter 118

Arianna stood beside the Grand Lord with pounding heart. The male stood with regal presence, it was no surprise many fears him as they did with the king
"I never got the chance to thank you about my sister, My Lord,” Arianna said, staring at the night sky with her hands locked against each other. “Thank you for guiding her. It means a lot.”
“I am ought to do it,” Lucas’ voice was calm. “I chose her myself, after all.”
“I hope she’s not giving you much trouble.”
“Of course she is,” he admitted. “But she’s a great learner.”
“That is great. It’s her dream. It always has been,” Arianna muttered.
Her hair swirled around her face as the breeze brushed past, the loose strands tickling her skin.
“I know you’re not fond of me,” she spoke again, her tone firmer. “Maybe you even think Duncan is making a mistake.”
Lucas didn’t deny it. His silence was answer enough.
“But I’m not here to defend my bloodline. And I’m not here to beg for approval either.”
Lucas side-glanced at her, tone clipped. “Then why are you here?”
“To ask for fairness,” she said simply.
That made him blink once. Just once.
“I came to the palace with no hope. My home, title, and right— all taken away from me. Heaven knows how many times I’ve survived death. But I believed fate brought me here. That’s why I kept pushing until now.”
She sighed. "I won’t lie to you. I carry the Ouroboros blood, and yes, it’s dangerous… But I’ve never used it to hurt this realm, and I don’t intend to. What I want—” she hesitated, voice softening, “—is a chance. A real one. Not just for me, but for Duncan.”
Lucas didn’t interrupt so she continued.
“You’re worried the realm won’t accept me. That I’ll bring ruin. It’s understandable, given the past that once broke the realm.” She paused, then took a step closer. “But what if pushing me away is what brings the ruin instead?”
“The bond between Duncan and me is inexplicable. Unexpected. I knew the night I survived his fatal touch… and shockingly craved more,” she added, her tone quieter. “Despite knowing the king would end me if he found out about my bloodline, I stayed. I fought and believed in that bond.”
Lucas finally spoke, “You understand the realm won’t accept you if they find out… They’ll presume history is about to repeat itself,” his voice firm. No anger. No hatred. “They’ll rise against you…”
“I am Arianna Greystone, daughter of the late Alpha Thane Greystone. I am a werewolf—part of this realm.”
The power of her tone as she declared it made the stoic expression on Lucas shift; the tight knot of his brows loosened.
Then, in a low voice, she continued, “I had a wolf named Lily. Even though she’s not part of me at the moment, it doesn’t mean I wasn’t raised among wolves. That I don’t belong here,” she went on. “I never asked for this. I didn’t choose who I am, or what bloodline I carry, or even know what my fate will be… but I’m facing it—and I still will.”
Lucas looked away for a second. She knew she’d hit something.
“I won’t ask you to trust me overnight, but… if you’re going to stand against me, let it be because of what I do—not because of what I am.”
A breeze passed between them.
Lucas exhaled deeply, his eyes slipping shut as if fighting an internal war.
“I love him,” Arianna confessed.
The Beta’s eyes snapped open wide, shifting to her, stunned.
“More than anything. And I will stand between heaven and earth to be by his side.”
The look on her face—one he hadn’t seen before. A look of determination, sincerity, and honesty.
A look of a woman ready to face anything to protect what is hers.
“Goodnight, my Lord,” she bowed and began to leave.
As Lucas watched her disappear down the corridor, he recalled the time he had asked Duncan,
'What kind of woman do you think the goddess will choose as your mate, Dun?'
And Duncan had replied,
'The kind I wouldn’t see coming.'
••••••••••
“Hey!” Lylah rushed toward a maid. “Wait—hi.”
Hilda paused in her tracks and turned to face her.
“Uhm… have you seen Brigid? I went to her chamber, but I couldn’t find her. Do you know where I can find her?” Lylah said, slightly out of breath.
“And why would you think I’d know that?”
“I’ve seen you with her plenty of times. She told me you’re one of the maids who grew up here in the Citadel,” Lylah explained.
“Oh, right. But I haven’t seen her, I’m afraid. Wherever she is, I’m quite sure she’s asleep. The hour has grown very late.”
Lylah sighed, disappointed.
“I can help you relay whatever message you want to give her,” Hilda offered gently.
“I called her something I shouldn’t have, and I want to tell her I’m sorry. Please let her know I never meant it,” Lylah said, and Hilda nodded.
“I shall deliver your message, Lylah,” she replied, and Lylah thanked her before they parted ways.
However, Lylah halted in her tracks with a small frown and looked back in the direction Hilda had gone.
“How did she know my name when we’ve never spoken?” she mumbled. “Brigid must have told her,” she shrugged and continued toward her chamber.
Hilda made her way to a familiar chamber and stood by the door.
“Urgh!!!… Fûck!!.. Yes!!… Oh my!!”
“Harder!!… Yes, right there! Oh, devils!!”
Brigid’s loud, shameless moans echoed from within—raw and trembling like a woman being wrecked inch by inch.
“Who’s your master?” Alpha Toran’s groan followed, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Hilda could picture the scene. The Alpha probably had Brigid pinned against the table, thrusting into her like a hound fûcking a bitch. Both slick with sweat.
Alpha Toran would surely pay her handsomely for a job well done.
She had been the one who casually mentioned the Grand Lord’s return, fully aware Lylah would overhear and go looking for him.
Then she sent Brigid to the Grand Lord’s chamber, knowing it would break the girl.
Of course, it was all part of Toran’s plan. Hilda couldn’t help but wonder why he was doing it, but it wasn’t her place to ask.
Sorry, Brigid. A girl’s gotta do whatever it takes for those golden coins. Being a maid sucks—and the wages aren’t much to brag about these days.
A loud spank echoed, followed by Brigid’s scream of pleasure.
“You!! Toran!!… Oh… you’re my master!!!”