The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 79: Chapter 79

THE ROYAL GRAND HALL
THE BANQUET...
The large royal grand hall was decorated and furnished with extravagant designs. Salivating food and drinks sprawled over the tables.
Gentle, elegant music played, resonating through the vast hall.
Guest chatter, laughter, and murmurs filled the air.
At the ambassador's wing, Toran checked his attire one last time in the large mirror. A small smile graced his lips as he ran his fingers through his dark hair.
"How do I look, Ugly?" he asked the girl standing behind him.
"You look perfect, master," she responded in a low voice.
"How could you say I look perfect when you have your eyes down?" he asked, snorting. "Are you that scared of me, Ugly?"
Nadia bit down on her lower lip. "A slave should be afraid of his or her master."
Toran spun around and approached her, taking her chin gently and lifting it a little. "I'm asking about you, Nadia. Are you scared of me?"
Nadia hesitated, afraid that any of her answers might anger him, so she replied with her heart in her throat.
"Yes... I am."
Toran sighed, drawing closer and cupping her face. "Was it because I hurt you?"
"You were only disciplining me, master," her voice was full of caution.
Toran nodded slowly. "You're such a smart slave. I should give you a reward." He grabbed her backside, and she whimpered when he trailed his finger down to her most intimate part, rubbing it. "A reward, and you must appreciate it, alright?"
"Yes, master," she whimpered.
"Get on your knees," he ordered.
Nadia quickly obeyed, and as she did, Toran pulled off his trousers, letting his erect cock bounce out.
His hand threaded through her hair. "Now suck like a good girl. I'll reward you with my cum. Bite, and I'll kill you."
Meanwhile, Valkyrie stared at her reflection, having her new personal maid fix her outfit.
She was wearing a fine long red velvet gown that flowed behind her. Her jewelry was beautiful and long.
Magnus stepped in to check her attire, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.
"Radiant," he mumbled, walking to stand before her. "You're a stunning future Luna."
"Is she really dead?" Valkyrie asked, meeting his gaze. "We haven't heard any word from the Sacred Moon wing neither have you heard from the people you sent?"
Magnus sighed. "Perhaps they are busy. There is no need for you to worry about a slave when you are getting crowned today. This is a day to savor, Valkyrie." He gave her an assuring smile. "Let’s go; the banquet has already started."
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"Such a magnificent sight, Alpha Toran," Kael tried his best not to look too overwhelmed, but he was doing a poor job of hiding it.
"Very magnificent," Toran mumbled.
Both were drinking lazily from their wine, their elegant attire marked by small red embroideries representing their rank—Alpha.
"Well, Alpha Kael, I've been meaning to ask," Toran said, catching Kael's attention.
"I'm all ears, Alpha Toran."
"Why did you betray your mate?"
Kael's smile immediately dropped as he cast a questioning look at Toran.
"Oh, please, Alpha Kael. I know very well you won't accept the daughter of a man who killed your father."
"Watch your tongue," Kael snapped, his demeanor immediately shifting.
"Watch my tongue?" Toran let out a soft laugh. "I am merely trying to help here. Run along and go easy, Kael. My wolf is stronger than yours; know your place and control your wolf."
Kael forced himself to calm down; his breathing steadied, and his eyes returned to normal, though a disturbance remained in them.
Toran continued, "I'm merely curious to know if there is perhaps more reason why you were able to sway the elders to your side and have her killed. So fear not, my dear friend... we are allies now, Kael." His voice dropped lower. "After all, she is dead."
Kael scrutinized Toran for a moment; his expression softened, then he glanced around before replying.
"She is a bastard."
His reply made Toran freeze. That was the last thing he had expected. But before he could process the revelation, a voice sounded behind the imposing oak doors:
"All rise for His Majesty, the King of Lycans, the Sovereign of the Lunaris Citadel, the Moon’s Chosen, and the Supreme Ruler of the Great Packs—King Duncan Thornevale!"
The door creaked open, and he stepped in, immediately commanding silence and attention. His fine golden cloak billowed behind him as he walked through the grand hall, each of his steps powerful.
Kael, now standing a little closer to the path the king would pass, focused his gaze on the male, and as he did, his eyes slowly widened until they reached their limits, recognition settling over him.
'We'll meet again, bastard.'
Those words echoed over and over in Kael's head, along with the face of the commoner he had encountered at the inn.
It was him.
The golden-eyed brute who had beaten the hell out of him for no good reason—or perhaps because of that boy who had felt strangely familiar.
That commoner...
Was the king?
Shock rippled through Kael's system; his entire body tensed, and his blood ran cold. The air choked him, causing the glass of wine in his hand to slip.
CLASH!
King Duncan halted at the sound that echoed through the silent hall. Slowly, he turned in the direction of the disturbance, meeting the gaze of the male who stared at him as though he had grown another head.
Kael trembled where he stood, cursing himself inwardly for attracting attention—especially from the king himself.
Kael's instincts screamed at him to run, but his feet remained rooted to the spot, frozen under the male's intense gaze.
Then a small smirk tugged at Duncan's lips. Subtle, but screaming the words:
'We've met again, bastard.'