บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan's Obsession: บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

CeliaI whirled around and saw the shelves shifting or maybe I was going crazy. I looked to my left and right, wondering how the library had not fallen down yet.The pillars began to move and the shelves creaked while the bricks too seemed to dance as if wriggling like worms in a tight space to make way for something.Somehow, despite all this commotion, apart from the creak, no other sound reached my ears. It was as if the library wanted to show me something silently, without inviting anyone else.Curious, I walked back a few steps and closed the front door of the library. I was not sure why I decided to do that but my gut feeling told me to go ahead and not let anybody find out my recent discovery.On my way back, I saw Victor snoring softly, without a care in the world. It seemed, he would not wake up even if there was an avalanche. I walked past him and reached the moving, shifting walls to find that they looked….exactly the same.Huh? Was that just some gimmick?I ran around the

Celia "I wondered when you would come to see me," he said, his voice raspy and weak. He did not turn around, but he seemed tired and weary. His voice sounded defeated. But I was taken aback by his words. How did he know I was coming? Could he have been expecting me? Did he know I was not Grace? Trying to regain my composure, I replied cautiously, "You were expecting me?" I let my gaze roam over him. The man was wearing tattered clothes that were soiled and crumpled beyond measure, his hair matted, while his body looked weak and feeble. He was a bit startled to hear my voice, and I noticed that with the way his ears twitched. As if moving was an effort, he very slowly turned around and looked at me. It was quite dark, and I was wearing Grace’s servant clothes, so he took a good look at me before repeating in a raspy voice, “You are new.” Oh, so he was sharp enough to notice the change of voice. That meant his sanity was definitely intact despite being alone and caged in a dark

Celia I had kissed him so many times, but every time the kiss set me on fire, my bones melting and my entire body shaking with pleasure. I just could not get enough of him, no matter how much I tried. And I loved being submissive to him more than I cared to admit. Jasper was a natural master, someone who demanded obedience and rewarded me with bursts of pleasure after making me feel as if I would die from the pain. It was exquisite, and I was already wondering what he had planned for me this time. His lips explored my mouth, his teeth nibbling at my soft lips as his hand slid up my hair and pulled it back. “You challenged me to improve the punishments, remember?” He spoke in between kisses, and I was already dying in anticipation. “I…yes” I spoke or tried to as his lips began sucking at my jawline while a finger ran up and down my cleavage, making me pant. “Then are you ready to serve me, kitten” He asked and my heartbeat accelerated even further. “I…uh…” I had begun to speak,

CeliaI was not sure at what point exactly I woke up the next day, but I remember missing the familiar warmth of Jasper beside me and reaching my hand on the bed to feel his presence.When my hands only touched the cold bed, I drowsily opened my eyes. Luckily, I had not slept through the entire day.I could feel the hubbub all around as the palace seemed restlessly alive. I could hear the hurried footsteps of people running around along with excited chattering.Confused as to what was going on, I called out for Grace but she did not answer. Thus, I pushed myself up and walked to the wardrobe to pull a sleeping gown and tie around my waist while walking towards the door.Stifling a yawn, I opened the door and saw the servants rushing through the hallway, carrying chairs and garlands.Meanwhile, a servant rushed to me hurriedly, carrying a scroll in his hand.“My lady, I was instructed not to disturb you, but I came to check if you have woken up already.”I pushed my hair back and asked

Jasper I screamed at the courtiers, who were all stunned into silence. I roamed my eyes through the crowd, wanting to notice who it was. Somebody had mocked me in front of the court, was hiding in the courtiers, hurt my brother and threatened my girl. Oh, I was going to skin that bastard alive. “Fine, then. Let all these deaths be on your hands,” I roared and stepped down onto the raised platform. An arrow flew through the right, but my hand shot out and caught it before it would pierce into my skin. Holding that arrow at an arm’s length, I thundered, “You are an idiot if you think you can use the same trick over and over again.” I gritted my teeth and held the arrow above my head before snapping it in two like a twig. I threw the arrow on the ground and the courtiers all slunk back, afraid that it would hit them. I took a step towards the crowd, all of whom were staring at me with pure terror. “Celia!!!!” I thundered once again, and I heard her finally. “I…I am here,” she sh