The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Shawn's POV:

"Son of a bitch!" Sylvia spat and glared at me, as if she were looking at hot garbage.

What she didn't know was that her abrasiveness was just turning me on. The feeling was so intense that I thought I was going crazy too.

I looked at the man's coat draped over her body and recognized it was the one that Prince Rufus had worn. Surely, they already had sex. Rufus, that freak. I didn't expect him to let her live. But I also did not expect to see this bitch audaciously running around in another man's clothes. How shameless!

At the thought of this beautiful she-wolf enjoyed by someone else, I couldn't help but feel jealous. It felt like my heart was being torn apart. It was a good thing I was near the prince's residence, or else this she- wolf could have escaped.

Licking my lips, I said, "I wouldn't act so stubborn to the man I'll be begging for my life if I were you."

"I don't beg to dogs." Sylvia was seething with hatred for me, but it didn't matter. I liked to think her ferociousness would greatly translate in bed.

on her chin while her hair was disheveled. Seeing her like this made me inexplicably burn with desire. I grabbed her chin and asked, "Tell me,

hands off of me!"

fucked to humiliation by a completely stranger. What right did she have acting

for your life, so quit acting that way." I squeezed her chin in my hand. I tried imagining her in bed with another man, which drove me crazy with jealousy. I was

her naked!" I pushed her to the ground and stood straight. Seeing her

and her face was pale. She waved her arms around,

side and watched her struggle desperately, whistling. "This is so entertaining!

air as the sleeve of her coat was removed, revealing her snow white skin. "Stop!" I said, pretending to act mercifully and walking toward her. "If you get on your knees and beg me to sleep with you, I can let you go." "Fuck no!" Sylvia's attitude did not soften at all. Instead,

slave, after all. Whether you like it or not, I will have you tonight." I

chin. I touched the corner of my mouth and found that it was

time you'd prefer I hit

point, my anger had been ignited and I shot her