The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 52: Chapter 52

Brigid slammed Lylah’s face against the wall, pinning her.
"Look how weak and slow your movements are. Damn weak—I could crush you without any effort.”
Lylah scoffed, ignoring the pain that shot through her face. “How about you wait until I get my wolf?”
“No wolf means you're not fit to be a warrior!” Brigid snapped.
Lylah slammed her elbow into Brigid's waist, and as her grip loosened, she threw a punch at Brigid’s face, but her attack was caught. Brigid flung her over her shoulder and slammed her onto the floor.
"I'm stronger than you. You can't beat me." Brigid stared down at her with a dangerous gaze.
"Yeah, that's obvious. I'm not as strong as you. So why the hell are you so jealous?" Lylah raised her head slightly from the ground and gave her a look.
"Jealous?"
"Yeah. If you're so mad about me being given a chance to be a warrior, you shouldn’t be fighting me—you should be asking the Grand Handsome Lord why he did what he did.”
"Watch it!" Brigid snapped.
"Look," Lylah said, slowly standing, still catching her breath. "I understand how you feel. I mean, I’m like you, with this big dream of fighting alongside warriors, winning battles, and coming home with victories and scars that tell the story.”
"You and I are not the same," Brigid said flatly.
"Yeah, you have a point. But--If I were you, I wouldn’t be here fighting a 17-year-old kid without a wolf. I like my fights fair and square."
Brigid growled lowly.
Lylah immediately continued, "You're missing the point, Brigid. I saw strength, passion, and fire in you when you sparred with the Grand Lord, but..." she paused. "But it wasn't enough."
"Wasn't enough?" Brigid's hands shot out to grab Lylah's collar, shoving her towards herself. "You have no idea how hard I worked for it. You don't know anything about me!"
"And yet you yielded," Lylah said, and Brigid's face slowly loosened. "A warrior never yields, even at the point of death. The Grand Lord would never have killed you—he was just testing if you would say that forbidden word. ‘Yield.’ A word that doesn’t belong in a warrior’s chronicle."
Brigid’s grip loosened slightly, her eyes shifting as Lylah’s words slowly sank in. She shook her head slightly. "The Grand Lord went easy on you."
"Easy?" Lylah scoffed. "He could have killed me in a million ways. Do you know how terrified I was beneath him, with his hideous claws and crushing presence staring me down? That was the most terrifying moment of my life."
Brigid clenched her jaw as Lylah continued.
"I am not strong, I don’t have skills or a wolf. I was only trained once in a blue moon by a friend who died protecting me... But I don’t give up—especially when it comes to my sister. The thought of her keeps me pushing forward," she concluded.
Brigid finally released her, looking away with guilt in her eyes. "I’m on edge because of the full moon. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Nah, it's cool. I still wanna beat you, though," Lylah said, and Brigid gave her a look. Lylah quickly added, "In a normal spar. Not here."
Brigid nodded slowly, then offered her hand. "Friends?"
Lylah was surprised, then smirked a little. Swiftly, she grabbed Brigid’s outstretched hand and swung her over her shoulder down to the floor.
Brigid groaned as a sharp pain shot through her spine and gave Lylah a questioning look.
"Friends," Lylah accepted the offer with a small smile, then shrugged. "Sorry, I was just returning the favor."
Brigid snickered, standing to her feet. "Nice try. I kind of deserved that anyway."
Lylah nodded. "So can you take me to her? Would she have returned?"
"Not until sunrise. You have to stay here—going into the woods is a death wish."
"What do you mean?"
"Come." Brigid ignored the question and began to walk away. "Let's find somewhere to stay. I'll explain everything to you."
••••••••••
Lucas was restless. He was back in his room, pacing back and forth, sweat glistening on his hard, toned body. His hand ran through his wet, slick hair occasionally.
His breath was heavy, and his Lycan, Rex, wouldn’t retreat no matter what. Lucas removed his shirt, literally ripping it off.
However, the air hitting his skin did nothing to suppress the burn inside him.
His gaze settled on the mirror—his eyes were glowing gold, his fangs ached, and his dick strained hard against his trousers.
His senses heightened without warning—cries of pleasure, sexual groans, and the slapping of skin against skin reached his ears.
Many of the nobles, both male and female, had gone to satisfy their lust, especially those with mates. They were taking turns, and it wouldn’t stop until the full moon was over.
Some had gone hunting, but hunting was what Lucas did on the last full moon while investigating the rogues.
His Lycan didn’t want to hunt this time. He wanted to fuck—to mount the hell out of someone!
He could have any female he wanted. Many would throw themselves at him if he asked. They’d spread their legs and offer their dripping cunts with just one command from him.
Lucas mind-linked Falcon. Get me a woman! he roared.
Lucas gripped the table, his fangs digging into the wood. His eyes shut.
A minute later, his imposing oak door creaked open. A captivatingly beautiful woman, dressed in a thin fabric that barely covered her most feminine parts, stepped into his room.
With a seductive smile, she reached for the strap binding her dress and loosened it. The fabric dropped to the floor silently, revealing her naked, well-curved body.
Lucas stared at her, lips slightly parted as he drank in the sight of her naked frame. His Lycan growled demandingly.
"Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice raw and urgent.
She lay on the bed, parting her legs wide for the Grand Lord.
Even though he hadn’t touched her yet, she was already slicking wet just by the sight of his built body and the hardness straining against his trousers.
Heat crept through her system as he approached.
"All on fours," he ordered, and she obeyed, pressing her chest onto the soft mattress, arching her back perfectly for him. Her hands reached down, spreading her folds wide in invitation.
Her heavy musk filled the room, making Lucas’ eyes glow even brighter. Under the dim light, he joined her on the bed, gripping her buttocks firmly as he positioned his throbbing length at her entrance.
She let out a soft moan, arching her back further. She wanted him deep—her walls ached for him.
Without warning, he slammed into her. Her lips parted, a gasp tearing from her throat. He was huge, thick, and long. This was her first time being at his mercy, and she had never taken this much before.
Painful pleasure surged through her nerves. The Beta was rough, thrusting deep and hard into her core, pounding against her walls. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with her cries.
Her screams echoed off the walls. This was exactly how she wanted it. Yes! Yes! Yes!
“Yes, my Lord! Fuck!”
Outside the chamber, Falcon stood guard, his jaw clenched as her cries of pleasure reached his ears. A soft sigh escaped his lips as her screams grew louder.
He knew how this would go. Soon, her cries would turn from pleasure to pleas for mercy. That was how it always was.
His Lord had been like this for years. Lucas tried to hide it, but Falcon knew the truth—Beta Lucas was still haunted by the past.
He had been there when Lord Lucas’ mate cruelly rejected him and left with another.
A brutal rejection that left a scar deep within his soul. He had never thought a Lycan’s mate could actually sever the bond—Lycans were supposed to be stronger than that.
“You need help?” a soldier beside him asked.
Falcon turned his head, realizing the soldier was staring at him. Tracing his gaze, Falcon noticed the soldier’s eyes were fixed on his body—on something in particular.
He followed his stare and realized he was hard.
Of course. It was the full moon. The heat affected every wolves.
Falcon cleared his throat. “We are guarding the Grand Lord’s chamber, Chase.”
His fellow soldier, Chase, scoffed. “The Beta Lucas would understand if we spared a few minutes for ourselves… like we did during—”
“We. Are. Guarding. His. Chamber,” Falcon stated firmly, snapping his gaze to Chase. “Focus, and do not speak of it again.”
Chase sighed, nodding before shutting his mouth.
“Oh—your Highness!! Easy! Please, ahh!!” the woman’s scream reached their ears.
“That was fast,” Chase muttered, amusingly.