All Chapters of Hybrid King: A Royal Affair : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cassia’s POV “For this disciplinary hearing, remember all your courtesy training and put it to use.” A maiden addressed Diane and me as we stood before the courtroom door. “Don’t give them a chance to vent their frustrations on you.” With that, she left. “She makes it sound like we’re walking to our doom,” Diane whispered, glancing at the two soldiers guarding the imposing double doors, intricately carved with the kingdom's crest. My peaceful morning sleep in the maiden room of the king’s quarters had been abruptly interrupted, and now my heart raced at the thought of what might happen if Erin had prepared better and the people believed him. Diane’s presence was reassuring. We gasped in unison as the soldiers suddenly straightened and pulled open the doors, clearly signaling us to enter. Gripping each other’s hands for support, we stepped forward slowly. I couldn’t resist glancing around, marveling at the grandeur of the hall. Despite the intimidating supernatural faces, everyt

Cassia’s POV “The king requests your presence,” he said. “Follow me.” I blinked in shock before hastily leaving my friends to chase after the guard, who didn’t even give me a chance to process, reject, or accept the command—not that I had a choice anyway. “Where are you taking me?” I asked, alarmed. This wasn’t a route I had taken before, and it wasn’t leading to the king’s quarters but outside the palace building to the infamous lake beside it. The servants in the laundry section had a story about this lake, but not this exact side. It was said that if you neared the lake at nighttime—to pick up a cloth or basket you forgot—you could encounter activities that could either lead to your demise or trauma. Years ago, a girl was found washed up after being missing for days. Rumors said she wandered too close to the prohibited side of the lake and disturbed the king’s quiet, so he drowned her. I’d say he keeps getting unnecessary blame, but they'd pounce on me. “Why are we going

Cassia’s POV His teal orbs darkened, fierce and hungry, as he resumed the kiss with a renewed fire. I tried to match his pace, feeling his arms roam around my body, searching for the zipper of my dress. Without breaking the kiss, he ripped it apart, along with my brassiere, and latched his warm lips around my bud. I threw my head back, a loud moan escaping my lips as I cradled his head. “Karl,” I called out his name like a plea, my body unusually eager and wet for him, even though he had barely begun to touch me. “Get on the bed,” he ordered, releasing me with a soft pop. Trembling from pleasure and almost purring at his commanding tone, I obeyed. Settling into the bed, I watched as he approached me stealthily, like a predator savoring the sight of his vulnerable prey. His eyes blazed amber as he practically lunged at me, parting my thighs and giving my undergarments the same treatment as my dress. Heat pooled from my core as he placed the backs of my thighs onto his broad sh

Cassia’s POV Ever since I was little, I’ve hated being the center of attention. Now, it felt like I’d been thrown into the spotlight, tied to a chair and forced to accept the crowds scrutiny. As I cleaned the king’s room, I swallowed the knots in my throat to avoid crying. From the blood spots on the sheets to finding my torn underwear, it had been a lot, and thankfully, I was almost done. I tore my glare from the bed and the memories it held. “Stupid Cassia,” I muttered angrily, furiously wiping the vase by the side. How could I still be missing him? My heart relentlessly defending him even now. So shamelessly. “How sore are you?” His unexpected presence made me jump in fright. “Your Majesty?” I spun around to see him sitting on the bed I had been staring at earlier. “Come here.” He didn’t repeat the question. Did I mishear? “Your Grace, if you’ll just let me finish cleaning this area—” I rushed out, suddenly confused and nervous about why he wanted me to come closer. “How

Cassia’s POV It still amazes me how I found myself straddling the King upon his bed, his arms loosely wrapped around my waist as he rested against the headboard, in the deep middle of the night. His lips trailed along the side of my neck, each kiss slow and deliberate, while my fingers moved through his hair in a soft rhythm.Moments ago, I had been preparing to retire for the night with my friends when a guard appeared, summoning me to his chambers. There, I found a warm, scented bath waiting and afterward, a steaming cup of herbal tea he claimed would ease any soreness I might still feel. I had insisted I was fine, yet he made me drink it anyway. The tea left me relaxed and oddly emboldened, enough to try coaxing him into bed. But damn him and his unshakable self-control.“But Karl,” I murmured, gazing down at him, “I’m telling you, I feel no pain. And besides—” I couldn’t help but blush after seeing the print of his arousal, “you look more than ready. Why stop yourself?”He pulled