The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 188: Chapter 188

For the next five days that passed, Lylah couldn’t stop thinking about what Lord Atheon had said, and Nyx wouldn’t stop talking about it either, giving her too many reasons to agree and leave this shit hole.
The reason they had been keeping her alive was still a mystery. It wasn’t just because of her skills or her special wolf—it was something else. Something sick, perhaps.
She had once hoped her sister would come for her, believing Arianna was strong, but she gave up in the third year.
Especially after Amy admitted she saw it happen, the arrow shot through Arianna’s heart. Besides, no one heavily wounded falls from such a high sky and survives.
The full moon was tonight, and Lylah wondered if Atheon was really preparing her escape. If he was, then he must have balls to pull such a dangerous stunt.
Still, Lylah didn’t trust him. She knew the fucker would be here soon and she already plan to reject his offer.
The clanking of the gates made Lylah pause her exercise. She opened the door, expecting Lord Atheon, but it turned out to be the last person she ever expected.
Her head spun with deadly rings.
“Queen of cûnts,” she mumbled, and the first thing she checked was whether Brigid had crossed the line. Unfortunately, she hadn’t.
The last time Brigid did, she almost lost an eye.
That line was a mark. An invisible boundary of how far Lylah could reach her prey outside the barricade. Soldiers who tried to fuck with her had been unlucky to face her wrath.
“Still wondering when our match will be.” Lylah stepped closer to the bars. “You’ve got a wolf, and I’ve got mine. We promised each other a fair fight, didn’t we, your cûnty Majesty?”
Brigid looked older and stressed. Lylah knew karma had been hitting Brigid hard and sweetly. But she still needed to see her blades sunk into that flesh.
Brigid looked older and worn out. Lylah could tell karma had been working her magic on the woman—and honestly, it was satisfying. But it still wasn’t enough. Lylah wanted to watch her blade sink into that flesh.
“I came to warn you,” Brigid began, her voice low. “Toran is planning to use you to bear his heir. Not just him—the Emissaries are in on it too. They've already chosen a few she-wolves, and you're one of them. They’ve been keeping you around because of your rare wolf. Now they want your child.”
Lylah scoffed. “So you’re telling me Toran wants to stick his dick inside me?”
“He will. They'll drug your food or drink. And one day, you'll wake up in a situation you never agreed to.”
Lylah sneered at the word drug, but she hated it more knowing that fact was right.
"You need to find a way to leave. I told you last time but you didn’t listen. You can’t beat them alone. You need allies,” Brigid said, careful not to step too close.
She watched Lylah pull out a dagger and begin to stare at it.
“The Queen of cûnts wants me to trust her. Fucking iconic."
“Your sister’s body was never found. And King Duncan’s body is locked in a silver coffin locked and guarded in the dungeon,” Brigid dropped the bomb.
“What a lovely way to set me up. Really, Queen of cûnts. You still think I'm that dumb little Lylah?"
Brigid felt her heart clenched. Lylah had lost that light in his eyes, in fact they all had.
“I have no reason to lie to you. And just like you, I badly want to ruin everyone who ruined me,” Brigid said, her voice trembling with heavy emotion. “I want to avenge my babies. And in doing so, I want to ruin their plan and destroy them with every chance I get.”
Brigid had overheard Valoreth and Damaris talking, and had one of her soldiers disguised to confirm the King’s body was locked in a silver coffin.
Lylah bit the inside of her cheek. “How about you prove it by stepping closer?”
Brigid froze, as expected. She remembered the last time she crossed the line—Lylah had nearly killed her. That line was drawn for that reason.
Lylah scoffed, but her amusement shattered when Brigid stepped over, approaching the bars.
Nyx immediately surfaced.
Lylah moved without warning. She grabbed Brigid by the robe, yanked her forward with fierce force, slamming her face against the bars while plunging her dagger deep into her.
Their faces inches apart, Lylah—half-shifted—sneered like a bloodlusting monster, while Brigid trembled in pain.
“Do it, Lylah. Kill me,” Brigid whispered, tears rolling down her face.
“Don’t fucking say my name!” Lylah growled, twisting the dagger deeper in her belly, her fangs flashing and eyes glowing blue.
Eyes of an attack wolf.
Brigid rasped in agony.
“I hurt you so bad. My actions were foolish. And I’m sorry… deeply sorry. That’s why I’m ready to die by your hands. Do whatever you want.” she meant it.
Lylah’s hand trembled with rage. Every nerve in her body begged her to give in. To torture Brigid day and night—something she had dreamed of doing for years.
Brigid had always been number one on her list. Because all the fucking madness started with her.
Seething, Lylah shoved her back. Brigid slammed into the wall across from her, the crack of her spine echoing in the space.
Lylah shut the door, not wanting to keep looking, afraid she’d lose control completely.
Why? Why did she hesitate? Was it because Brigid was already facing her own cross?
“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath punching the nearest wall and leaving a deep crack.
Then she sat on her bed, trying to calm her ragged breathing, thinking of everything Lord Atheon and the Queen of Cûnts had said.
In many lies, there is always a hint of truth. And both parties didn’t look like they were working together.
*So what now?* Nyx asked, annoyed that Lylah had stopped her earlier from killing that bitch.
“We’ll escape tonight. If we die, then so be it.”