The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 128: Chapter 128

One more strike. Lylah’s eyes locked on his ankle. She immediately withdrew the dagger and swung it toward the target, but missed by just an inch.
The head warrior leaped back, but not before suffering two cuts—on the wrist and the foot—dangerously close to taking a third strike and losing the match.
His veins bulged with with anger.
This girl… had just tricked him. She had two daggers, one hidden. She had purposely played weak to get close and make him drop his guard before striking.
What a cunning little punk.
Jaws dropped. Eyes widened. The scene had played out so fast, it took the crowd a full minute to process it.
Those who doubted her were too shocked to speak. It was completely unexpected. A slap to their faces.
Lylah had two strikes. One more, and she would win.
Lucas’s lips curled up, a flicker of pride dancing in his gaze.
The host announced a break. The first round was over.
Lylah took a deep breath. The Grand Handsome Lord’s strategy had worked. Damn it! She should’ve been just a little faster—this could’ve ended already.
Still, there were two rounds left and one more strike to go. But she knew it wouldn’t be easy from here on.
Judging by the look on the head warrior’s face after he finished healing, things were about to get rough.
•••••••
“Why aren’t you going to watch the fight?” Hilda asked Brigid, who had decided to stay in her room.
“Nothing. I just want to be alone. Besides, I’m tired from the day’s work,” she replied, closing her eyes as she lay on her back on the bed with a sigh.
“Alright, I’m going. I’m sure the first round is over already. I don’t want to miss more,” Hilda said and left the room.
Brigid’s eyes fluttered opened. The reason she didn’t want to see the match wasn’t entirely clear. Perhaps it was because she didn’t want to see the look on Beta Lucas’ face—that prideful one he had always cast at Lylah.
Lylah, acting all high and mighty, now wanted to fight the head warrior. She had even come to learn some things from Brigid, and the crazy part was, Brigid had helped, teaching her some strategies.
She has to be a good friend after all.
She scoffed, highly doubting Lylah was going to win. The head warrior was way stronger than her.
Does she have a dead wish or something?
Curiosity gnawed at her nerves, Hilda was right. She shouldn't miss it. Reluncantly, rose from the bed heading to the door but as she open, her eyes met Toran’s—he was just about to step in.
“Toran?”
He shoved her back inside and locked the door behind them. Panic etched on his feature.
“What are you doing?…” she asked, but he quickly palmed her mouth, pinning her against the door.
“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered, and her heart jumped at the closeness.
He listened carefully for something outside, and after a moment, he turned his attention back to her.
Brigid smacked his hand away. “Are you crazy? What the hell do you think you’re doing in my room?”
“Relax. I’m being chased by the palace guards and soon, you’ll never see me again,” he said, stepping closer.
“Well, that’s a good thing," she folded her arms.
“You think so?” He slid his hand between her legs, making her gasp. Leaning in close to her ear, he whispered, “You’re going to help me return, Brigid.”
She smacked his hand away and stepped away from him.
“You’re not going to use me.”
“Fuck, Brigid. How many times do I have to tell you I’m not using you?” he snapped.
“And I’m not going to end up like that slave you brutally killed and dumped,” she shot back. “I don’t want to be around you.” She looked away. "I don't trust you."
“I can smell your musk,” he muttered as he approached.
“Don’t,” she glared and he halted.
“So you hate me because of Nadia? That bitch that tried to kill me?” he said, and Brigid stared at him in shock. “Valkyrie killed her sister, and she thought of doing the same to me. I only acted in self-defense.”
“You're lying,” her voice was barely a whisper.
“Arianna must have told you I killed her on purpose. That’s not true. She attacked me that night, and I defended myself. Is that a crime?” His eyes held sincerity but she couldn't tell if it was all fake.
Brigid shook her head, wanting to leave, but he held her back and did something shocking—he kissed her.
Her breath hitched, body frozen. She knew Toran to be the type who went straight for her body. And to think… this was her first kiss.
His tongue forced her mouth to open, the pleasure froze her and she couldn't help the moan that slipped from her throat as he assaulted her lips. He held her waist, pinning her to the wall while his other hand held the back of her head.
She found herself kissing him back as their lips burned passionately against each other.
He pulled away, gazing down at her moist eyes intently.
“It’s been a long time since I kissed a woman,” he muttered, caressing her bottom lip. “My late mate was the last woman I kissed.”
“Y… you had a mate?” Brigid blinked.
“Yeah. She died in my arms,” he admitted, then kissed her again, this time longer and deeper, heating up her body. When he pulled away she was gasping for air, face red. He whispered again, “I think I like you, fairy. You're the only one who makes me feel different.”
Brigid’s heart skipped a beat, his words echoing over and over in his head.
“You make me want to bring all your enemies down… including Lylah,” he said, and a buried anger rose in her chest. “But you have to help me, if you want to see me again.”
“Tell me what I should do,” she leaned closer. “Anything.”
After a while, Toran left Brigid’s room, carefully scanning the area before disappearing in haste. A while later, Brigid stepped out as well and left.
However, Selene stood in a safe corner, having seen both of them stepping out from the same room. Her eyes darkened with curiosity.
What the hell was Toran doing with Brigid?