The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 140: Chapter 140

The sound of a page flipping echoed in the quiet room—the book was old but well-kept, as though it had been passed down through generations.
Another minute passed before the hand turned the final page.
A deep chuckle escaped the reader's lips as he slowly shut the book. The chuckle grew, turning into laughter, louder with each passing second.
The deep sound resonated through the room, laced with venom.
"It's been a while since I truly enjoyed a book," came the deep voice, followed by the soft thud of the book closing.
"Who would have thought she’d be this interesting? And to think only the ancient Lycans know about this bloodline—it makes my blood boil in some sort of way. From my perspective, the King definitely knew she bears the blood of the enemies… Right, fairy?" he muttered, glancing at Brigid, who stood by the door, glaring at him. If looks could kill, he’d probably be unconscious.
Toran’s question sounded more like a taunt, and it only made her glare harder. But the male behind her had her hands tied, his grip too strong for her to move.
"You fucking bastard," she spat.
A mischievous grin flashed across his face. "Come on, Brigid. It’s too late to switch sides now. Tell me, aren’t you shocked by what she carries? If Arianna was truly your friend, she would have told you."
Lylah had spilled everything. Each word had shaken Brigid to the core. She remembered the book she once read with Arianna—the same one that had made Selene flare up.
She had thought it was just some strange story until Lylah mentioned the bloodline. Hilda had also recognized the name—because Brigid had told her about the book. They were childhood friends, after all.
Brigid used to think Selene was just a shy writer, too afraid to share her talent.
After they got what they wanted, they returned Lylah to her chamber, then forced Brigid to steal the book from Selene’s safe.
Knowing what kind of person Selene was, Brigid had found the key, opened the safe, and deliberately left it slightly ajar—just enough to alert Selene once she saw it.
Then, they brought Brigid to the Black Iron Pack, where Toran ruled. They had drugged her, made her weak, and any attempt to resist the guard behind her had been pointless.
Toran rose from his chair, the stupid smirk still on his face. “I badly want to reward you, Brigid. You’ve done so well.”
Tears burned in Brigid’s eyes. She felt stupid. The shame of her actions clawed its way up her throat.
Even though she knew Lylah wouldn’t remember anything that had happened, the guilt was unbearable.
“The question is—why does the head maid carry this? Is she perhaps one of them?” he asked.
“No!” Brigid snapped, her voice louder than intended. “Selene is not one of them. There’s no sign of that.”
“We can’t be sure,” he shrugged.
The door opened, and Hilda stepped in, her boots clicking softly against the marble floor. She smirked at Brigid.
If it weren’t for the bond holding her in place, Brigid would’ve slashed her throat.
“My Alpha,” Hilda said inclined her head, a sly smile tugging at her lips. Her body was barely covered, and Brigid still couldn’t understand what Hilda had become.
“You called.”
“Hm,” Toran grinned, baring his teeth. “I want to reward you for your work. You did a very good job—and I’ve never been this impressed.” He exhaled, walking toward her in slow, deliberate steps. “If all of this is true, then everything will fall into place, and I’ll finally have my revenge.”
He stopped in front of Hilda, lifting her chin with a single finger. His gaze locked with hers, and from where Brigid stood, she could see the lust swirling deep in Hilda’s eyes.
“I'll do whatever you want, my Alpha,” she whispered. “As long as I get rewarded.”
Something dangerous flashed in Toran's eyes, his smile vanished, “I'm afraid that won't happen, sweetheart. But I'll remember you.”
Hilda’s smile slowly faded, but before Toran’s words could fully sink in, the sickening sound of flesh tearing echoed through the room as he flicked his hand.
A sharp, bloody line appeared on Hilda’s neck. Her eyes widened as she reached for it. Blood spilled from the deep dagger-like wound, and she staggered back three steps before collapsing to her knees with a thud—then her body followed.
Brigid watched Hilda clutch her neck, trying to stop the flow of blood as her body shook violently, her face twisted in pain.
Hilda’s wide, teary eyes locked with Toran’s—confusion and rage swirling in them.
Without a hint of remorse, Toran crouched beside her and said. “For you to betray a friend you grew up with, just for money—what assurance do I have that you won't do the same to someone you barely know?”
Hilda choked on the word 'bastard'. Her movements began to slow as her blood pooled beneath her. Slowly, the life drained from her eyes, and she took her last breath.
Toran stood upright, his gaze turning to Brigid. Shock, fear, and anger filled her teary eyes as they met his.
He began walking toward her in slow, deliberate steps.
Brigid swallowed hard and shut her eyes. So this was it—the end. Somehow, she had known it would come to this when they brought her here. After all she had done, maybe she didn’t deserve to live another day.
But as Toran crossed the distance, instead of killing her, he pressed his lips against hers. Brigid’s eyes snapped open in shock at the sudden kiss.
Fury surged through her, and she bit down hard on his lower lip until the metallic taste of blood hit her tongue. Toran groaned and staggered back, his lip bleeding.
He chuckled, brushing his tongue over the blood.
“If you're going to kill me, just do it. Cut the bullshit!” she spat.
“Kill you?” He raised a brow. “That was my plan. You were supposed to die along with your friend. But I simply can't do that to a woman I crave.” His gaze darkened, serious. “I wasn't bluffing when I confessed my feelings for you. One day, you’ll be my bride.”
Brigid sneered. “Are you fucking crazy?!”
“Lock her up,” Toran ordered the guard restraining her. “I'll send words on when to release her and send her back to the Citadel.”
The guard dragged Brigid out, her screams of defiance echoing behind them.
Toran then turned to Valkyrie’s former head guard. “Have the carriage and horses prepared,” he said, an evil smirk forming on his face. “We’re heading to the south.”