The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 1

Our affections were cold, but our bed was on fire.

Through the dizzying, sweaty haze of s*x, I couldn’t deny the slight confusion that surfaced. As the glorious, handsome third lycan prince grasped me so tight I felt he may shatter my bones out of passion, I tried to veil my surprise.

Aldrich, my newly appointed husband, was a dominant, yet gentle lover; his grip was fierce, but his eyes were soft, the former iciness melting into warm pools as they met mine. I was not expecting our wedding union to be warm—my only predictions contained emotionless, dead eyed glances and no kissing, only adhering to the elders’ prophecy and not actual passion. After all, the heartbroken royal would surely not love me.

but refuse me. That did not happen.

re not strangers, we were fevered lovers.

what ignited the fire, I thought to my

s back.

her best to be good enough for a prince in bed

ed me nothing, I knew I would never be on his level, both of us coerced into a prophetic marriage…

o it. Into me.

ort as me. The animals inside us were ravenous and unleashed, and I couldn’t help but feel unprepared.

as if I wasn’t just some woman he was forced to marry.

mire an average female wolf. But maybe I was wrong.

that were ripping at each other.

es and sensual grazes of touch on my hips was not just ceremonial.

ice, signaling that he was nearing release.

in my lower belly as well. And in that moment, I imagined the entirety of our sweet and loving marriage as I climax

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pite my body’s new soreness. Pathetically, I invited the ache, for it gave me a sweet reminder of our union. A warm glow enveloped me, swimming in the dazzling haze of memories from my former wedding night.

ew beautiful husband.

, as if no one ever lied there at all.

, my voice tainted from deep sleep.

y skin was of any love blemishes. He did not mark me.

ugged me!”

me

e it was.

as my new

ich vehemently ordered the guards with a growl, “I don’t want to see that witch aga

rm in the living room.

woke to her naked body, a body I neve

ivering from the sight as I stared in horror.

eepily smiled at. A smile did not cross his face; instead a long, murderous scowl.

the prophecy to wed her, my lord. Do you not wish to have offspring?”

y wife.”

er away immediately.”

etween them now an aching regret, my second thought reminded me there was nowhere to run. Prince Aldrich was drugged and he thought I did it. How could I have done it? Was there something in the champagne at the wedding? I knew I was not beautiful, but did that make me conniving and evil?

rstanding.

the living room before the guards could stampede the

ch, I did not drug you!” I crie

missing my cries as he turned away and waved for the guards to close

em to listen to me as metal cuffs closed around my wrists, vigorously shaking my head as my hair wildly fell into my red face. But it was like screaming underwater.

hey

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in twenty-four hours.

nd painfully passed, the panic started to morph from adrenaline to pure defeat. The hope withered away to nothing but dust.

e scarce meal a day, I knew what my fate would be.

fe and death, and I was stuck in it.

to the dirty cottage floor. The retching happened every day for months. Then the sickness caught me, my body ravaged by the brutal coughing and body spasms.

bread crust and someone’s leftover apple core, I weakly looked up at him. He relucta

rd through my dry lips, my voice raw. “Why?”

ared his throat, breaking my gaze as he murmured.

have to explain. I knew what he meant.

I had three discoveries, three more pieces of information than I did when I first entered this cottage.

most painful of the realizations…

y belly is going to die with me.