Offered to the Lycan King by Misha K
Chapter 220
Seeing the girl who haunted his dreams from past year, Ranger froze. He felt the world literally shifting beneath him. Confusion laced through him as he stared down at her. This was the first time he saw her full face. In his dreams, partial features of her face would emerge from smoke and mist. Glimpses of nose, those full and perfect l*ips, her hair… Seeing her lying down on the bed was like a punch to his gut. His dream girl was… real? And her smell-melting chocolates with coffee brewing in the morning. It reminded her of his home when his mother and father were alive, of mornings when they would laugh sharing a joke together over a cup of coffee and of his little self who basked in their love until— until everything was snatched away from him.
He was only eight when he was enjoying a family gathering with his parents and others in their cabin on the outskirts of their pack. His father, Alpha Dirk, of the Shadow pack was k*illed in an explosion along with his mother when they added coal to the grill on which they were grilling steaks for a gathering of twenty consisting of his uncles and aunts and their children.
Before he could think of what he was doing, he was leaning over her, brushing a ringlet away from her cheek. It appeared that she had been crying. Tears dried over her cheeks. Her l*ips were slightly swollen. She appeared to be intoxicated as she was smelling of whiskey.
He g*roaned as l*ust pooled low in his stomach. All he wanted was to wrap her up in his arms. D*esire swept up like nothing he’d experienced in his life. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on in his life. His wolf snarled in his head. Protect.
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Ranger gasped and stepped back. He had never been moved by girls in all his twenty-five years. There were many who threw themselves in his bed. He took them all without passion, only l*ust driving him. He knew that he had features that would s*educe them. He used his looks sometimes when he wanted the best of them. Or used his s*eduction to extract secrets. But this- this was a whole new level. This was the girl who he’d dreamed of, knowing fully well that his dreams would never fructify. His heart rate spiked and he could hear blood thrumming in his ears.
He had completely forgotten his mission. He spun to leave but found himself staring at the photos on the mantle over the fireplace. There were pictures of her along with three boys. Jealousy shot through him. He was going to rip these boys with his own h*ands. Wait. No. He shook his head, shoving those thoughts. However, he couldn’t help going near the photos and was fairly relieved when he found that they looked like her. Maybe her brothers? In the next photo she was standing with two older people. He recognized them very well. Hunter and River. He narrowed his eyes when he saw Alpha Arthur and Alpha Hawk standing with a beautiful woman in the middle with a baby swaddled in her arms. A shudder ran down his body. He jerked his head over his shoulder to see her again. The girl was none other than Princess Keya.
He clenched his fists as he walked back to her with menacing steps. His fangs slipped out of his gums and his claws extended. He was here to k*ill her. His b*ody shook as he came closer to her this time, his wolf, Max, screaming in his head to not even think of it. Ranger tried to tamp his wolf down but he wouldn’t listen. Max had never behaved like this. Ranger was surprised by his behavior. H*ard as he tried, when he brought his h*and over her t*hroat, all he managed was to softly wrap his f*ingers around it. His thumb went to her pulse point and he had this crazy need to sink his fangs in her as he took her delicate appearance.
Her eyes fluttered and her l*ips moved. “You’ve come for me?” she murmured. “Finally…”
“F*uck!” he muttered under breath. He was such a cold-hearted bastard that he never flinched k*illing anyone who was a threat to him or his enemy, but this girl- he yanked his h*and away from her not because he couldn’t k*ill her, but because the contact sent a jolt of electricity down his body, straight to his c*ock. He stabbed his f*ingers in his hair, baffled at his crazy reaction.
His gaze fell on her l*ips and his l*ips parted as a dangerous urge to k*iss her washed over him. Before Ranger could stop himself, he leaned over the bed, over her face, trying to stop himself from k*issing her but just couldn’t. He was merely a few breaths away from her l*ips when from the corner of his vision, he saw a photo in her h*and. It was that of a boy with blond curls. It was a candid shot of him laughing with her with his h*and thrown around her shoulders.
Ugly jealousy gripped his head, clouding his mind. His l*ips peeled back in a snarl. He snatched the photo from her h*and and flipped it. On the back was written- “From Ethan to the loveliest girl, Keya.”
So this was Ethan? Shaking in rage, Ranger crushed the photo in his h*and. He stashed it in his pocket and with one last look, he exited her room, much to Max’s dismay. Using the same path he had come he escaped and went back to where Vera was waiting.
“Alpha?” Vera asked, running after him. “Did you find her? Princess Keya”
He didn’t reply. He couldn’t reply because he hated her name on his l*ips. He whirled and grabbed his n*eck with his h*and. His claws elongated. Vera struggled on his feet as he caught his wrist. “Alpha?” he said in a strained voice. Ranger closed his eyes and shook his head. He removed his h*and immediately. “I am sorry,” he said and turned to run towards the forest. As soon as he was there, he shifted, letting Max out. He knew that Vera followed him in his wolf form.
It was only before morning that they went back to his jeep which he drove back to Hotel Sapphire. He crashed on his bed.
Bewildered, he could only stare at her. How her n*ipples became taut when he t*ouched them. He had never been t*ouched like this. Princess Keya belongs to us. Yes. He couldn’t agree more. She grasped his h*ands and pulled them to her soft b*reasts. Biting back a g*roan, he covered her b*reasts with his palms, kneading them. The contact made her m*oan. His mind was enveloped in a haze of l*ust. She lowered herself to his c*ock and wrapped her swollen l*ips around them. His m*outh hung low as he drooled over her, as he watched her taking him. “Ah, take me!” he g*roaned.
She s*ucked him h*ard, h*ard, squeezing the life out of him He couldn’t resist it anymore. With a roar, he came, jolts of p*leasure bolting in his body.
Ranger shot up straight with his c*ock in his h*and. Wide-eyed, he stared at how h*ard he had come. It was as if he came for all of the Shadow pack.
Just a dream. Now a raw instinct burned through him. The need to mark her grew urgent. But she wasn’t his mate. Then why was he going crazy7 Maybe because his wolf was so alpha that he wanted her to submit to him. He wanted to possess her.
He cleaned himself up and now he had a new possible strategy in his mind. He was going to k*ill Ethan and kidnap Keya. He was forced to make this decision because he was goaded by jealousy when he saw Ethan’s photo in her h*and. No. There was no jealousy. Just pure rage.
He couldn’t sleep at all. As soon as the first ray of sun broke into the sky, he mind-linked Vera. ‘Procure an invitation to join the Alpha Trials for Princess Keya’s h*and. And I have one more task.”
Vera was sleeping peacefully after the night’s run. He grumbled when Ranger’s voice sounded in his head, but the next instant, he jumped up. “What? Why?’ He was met with a snarl over the mind link. He submitted immediately.
However, it was his second command that was even more bizarre.