Tempted by the lycan
After leaving Lucian for seven years, Ava finds herself coming face to face with him again and she's shocked to discover he is not the same man she left behind again.
Seeing Ava again after seven years, Lucian wasn't ready to let her go even if she has a child and he is hell bent on making her pay for her crimes.
EXTRACTS.
"Even if you're wearing another man's ring, that won't stop me from claiming what's mine! It even makes my c*ck hardened for the fact that you're engaged to another man yet my touch still sets your body on fire". He wink.
"But I think my little rose deserves some punishment for lying".
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Chapter 6
LUCIAN
The splash of blood hit my face and my white shirts, which are now covered in blood. I smashed the hammer on his head one more time just to make sure he’s not breathing again.
As I smiled, I placed the hammer down and picked up my favourite knife. I trailed the tip of the blade along the man's finger, enjoying the way he trembled in terror.
"You still won't talk?" I asked, my voice filled with mock concern.
It had been too long since I'd had such an exhilarating experience. When I say exhilarating, I mean murderous. In a flash, I sliced through his finger. The sight of his anguished scream was music to my ears.
"There are two scents I love more than anything else in this world," I said, my voice soft and seductive. "One is the scent of my little rose, and the other is the scent of blood."
I brought the knife close to my nose, inhaling deeply. The metallic scent filled my nostrils, sending a thrill of pleasure through me.
Opening my eyes, I looked at the man and repeated my question. "Who sent you?"
I could see the fear in his eyes, but he stubbornly remained quiet.
Not only had they betrayed me, but they had also raped and murdered two of my girls. Fury and disgust coursed through me, boiling my blood. I looked down at the body of the man's friend. His fingers were missing, and his body was covered in cuts and bruises. But the worst was his missing eyeball, the socket a gruesome, empty void.
I felt no remorse. In fact, I savoured the sight. It was just punishment for what they had done. Too bad he died too soon.
Killing people was my art, my passion. There was nothing more thrilling than watching the light fade from their eyes, the fear turn to pain, and then finally, death. I wiped my knife clean, not wanting to waste any precious drops of blood. I would have loved to continue torturing him, slowly slicing him apart and savouring his cries of agony. But there was someone far more important waiting for me, and I couldn't keep her waiting.
"Don't let him die until he confesses,"
Leaving the torture room behind, I walked back into ny room. Stepping into the bathroom and starting the shower, the hot water washed over me. I couldn't help but think of Ava, my thoughts wandering to her as I rinsed the grime and blood from my body.
I reached for a clean towel and patted myself dry, my skin still warm from the hot water. I slipped into a fresh pair of boxers and buttoned up a crisp white shirt, I reached for my navy suit, hanging neatly in the closet. I pulled it on, the soft fabric sliding easily over my skin. I button the jacket and adjusted the sleeves, making sure the fit was just right. Then I grabbed my tie and carefully knotted it around my neck. I looked at myself in the mirror, satisfied with the look, before stepping out.
"Boss, the car is ready.” Derek announced.
“You can go, I will drive myself.”.
I slid into my car and drove straight to Ava's company. As I approached the building, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. The company was impressive, but it was nothing compared to the empire I had built for her.
I walked into the company and everyone stared at me.
"Good morning, sir." The secretary greeted me with a warm smile.
"Where is Daisy's office?" I asked, my tone curt. Her smile only served to irritate me.
"Do you have an appointment with Miss Daisy?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
"I don't need an appointment to see my own wife," I snapped.
“Miss Daisy isn’t married sir and moreover you’re ain’t…..” she paused.
“Ain’t?”. I repeated curiously, I tilted my head to the side, a curious look on my face.
“You ain’t sir Derek”.
Her answer set my body into a deadly rage of anger. I grabbed my gun and pointed it at her head, her eyes widened in horror.
“Say that one more time.”. I Threatened, my finger set on the trigger ready to push it if she dared to alter another word.
“Lucian.”. My little rose sweet voice rang through my body in pleasure, My cock twisted in excitement. I moved my finger away from the trigger, afraid I might pull it out of excitement. Which may end up scaring my little rose.
“Luciano.”. My name slipped off her lips in a warning tone. I lowered my gun, smirking at the secretary.
“You will not come to my company and threaten my employees.”. she snapped, grabbing my arm and forcing me to face her.
"I will eliminate anyone who stands in my way of seeing you," I said, barely above a whisper, my tone was icy and dark.
“And if you’re standing in the way?”. She asked curiously.
“I will gladly lay down my life just to be with you, little rose.”. I watched as her face flashed with pleasure before smirking.
She scoffed before walking away, giving me the pleasure of seeing her ass shake.
I stared at it hungrily, following her into her office.
“Why are you here?”. She asked, crossing her hands over her boobs, making them pop up a little. My eyes darkened with lust, as my wolf whined inside of me.
“Are you trying to seduce me? Huh little rose.”. I whispered, taking a step towards her, making her take two step backwards, till her back hit her desk, fear gripped her when she noticed she was caught.
All I wanted to do right now is bend her over the desk and fuck her till she blank out. Gosh red looks so sexy on her.
“Lucian, step back or I will scream.”. She warned fearfully, raising her finger in a warning manner.
I smirk, she has no idea how much the look of fear on her turns me on so badly. How she shake in fear when she see me.
“Why?”. I whispered, locking her between my arms.
I lower my face in her neck, inhaling and breathing on it. She tightened her hands in the desk, swallowing hard. Gosh I missed that scent.
“You didn’t answer me Ava.”. I whispered, brushing my lips over her neck slightly. She shivered under my touch.
“Lu… Lucian.”. She moaned.
My cock twistled in excitement, knowing i still have an effect on her body even after seven years. I kissed her neck, she whispered my name again, gripping my shirt and pulling me closer.
I watch from the corner of my eyes as She tried to contain her moan and not moan out, her breath rising and falling.
My Cock was rock hard and it started to hurt. I pull her away from the desk, against the wall as I resume my silent attack on her neck. I trail kisses down her neck, unbuttoning her gown a little.
“Do you know how much I crave you?”. I whispered.
I thrust into her, grinding myself on her, trying to get some release but it only got worst as my cock hardened more.
“Ciano.”. She cried out in pleasure, her eyes closed.
“Let me have you again please Ava.”. I begged. She will always be the one and only woman I will ever beg or get on my knees for.
She opened her eyes in a flash, looking at me for a second before pushing me away slightly, l let her.
Lucian, you... you should leave now, please." She nervously stepped away from me, intertwining her fingers.
I chuckled. “Why Ava?”. I asked, turning around and grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to me.
“Lucian please..” She raised her voice.
“You need to stop doing this. Please.”. She begged, stepping away from me again.
“Why ? Too much pleasure, you can’t handle it?”.
“I’m engaged to someone else, Luciano.”. She yelled, raising her hands up for me to see.
My eyes darkened in anger, staring at the ring. I will end anyone who dare puts a ring on her finger. But somehow the ring looks familiar. It’s my design ring. I chuckled. It was my own design, a limited edition piece I had crafted five years ago, after she walked away from me. Alex had auction it early this year. Now I wish I was the one, I could have met Ava earlier.
“Why are you smiling?”. She eyed me.
“Even if you’re wearing another man’s ring, that won’t stop me from claiming what’s mine. It even makes my cock hardened for the fact that you’re engaged to another man yet my touch still sets your body on fire”. I wink, even though I knew she was lying. Seems my little rose has forgotten about my talent.
“But I think my little rose deserves some punishment for lying”. I smiled in satisfaction as I watched her shaked.
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Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison.
But the game was far too real.
Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice.
Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit.
Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight.
She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest.
She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home?
How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door?
Until she looked at her nightstand.
Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic.
And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar.
She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.
7.9
To Alpha Damien, Sophia was never a Luna-merely a breathing womb.
For years, she bore the weight of his cold indifference, trapped in a marriage where he only touched her on the "fertility days" his mother decreed.
While he flaunted his mistress Tiffany through the kingdom, Sophia was given a brutal ultimatum--
Return only when you carry a son.
She nearly lost her life giving birth to their daughter. But her suffering meant nothing-not to Damien, not to his vicious mother, and certainly not to a pack that saw her as nothing more than disposable breeding stock.
Now, pregnant again, Sophia overhears Damien's callous words:
She can handle the risks better than Tiffany.
In that moment, something in her snaps.
She's done being the obedient Luna.
Done enduring endless humiliation.
Done watching Tiffany poison their daughter's mind and steal the motherhood that should have been hers.
But escaping an Alpha is no easy feat-not when their bond refuses to break. and dark enemies lie in wait, hungry to seize control of her unborn heir.
Will Sophia reclaim her life, her daughter, and the wolf that's been dormant inside her for far too long?
Or will the man she once loved burn every last thing she holds dear to the ground?
7.5
I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters.
When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love.
Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess.
The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open.
"Get out of my house!"
My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home.
In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me.
But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them.
I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate.
As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower.
Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle.
"I want him to be my new guardian."
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"This destiny is mine, little sister. Enjoy your cursed Alpha," she sneered.
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Alyssa thought she was stealing my crown. She didn't know she had just stolen my death sentence.
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I lowered my head, forcing my shoulders to tremble as if holding back terrified sobs. I played the part of the pathetic, wolfless Omega they all believed me to be.
But beneath my fake tears, I felt a profound relief.
I remembered the Kaelen from my past life. He wasn't a monster. He was powerful, agonizingly lonely, and slowly destroyed by a dark magic no one understood.
I wisely accepted the marriage pact and walked right into his freezing manor.
I know exactly who cursed him. And this time, I will save him, protect his boys, and make his entire pack mine.
7.4
Bridget, a ruthless twenty-first-century Wall Street analyst, woke up violently coughing up murky lake water in a decaying 1978 slum.
She quickly realized she was trapped in the body of a naive, marginalized teenager who had just committed suicide over a boy's cruel rejection.
The original girl had been mercilessly bullied by a fake rich kid named Kurtis and his cruel followers. They had publicly read her desperate love letters out loud, mocking her as a toad trying to eat swan meat, and simply watched as she threw herself into the freezing water. Now, her impoverished mother was left weeping by the bed, facing catastrophic debt and total social ruin in their small town. Everyone expected the surviving girl to wake up begging and crying for the boy who humiliated her.
Instead, a cold, calculating fury took over Bridget's analytical mind.
"I already died in that lake. That stupid girl is never coming back."
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