Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 102

Isolde's POV

I stood frozen for a moment outside the entrance to the bathing chamber, my fingers clutching the soft, plush bath towel wrapped around me like a lifeline. My heart was a wild drum in my chest, each beat echoing louder than the last. *What the hell am I walking into?* I thought, my mind racing with a mix of dread and raw, undeniable anticipation. *Lyra, you better not make this worse.*

*Don’t pretend you’re not curious,* Lyra purred in my head, her tone dripping with mischief. *You’ve been dying to see every inch of him.*

I gritted my teeth, shoving her voice to the back of my mind as I pushed open the heavy door. The scent of cedar and something distinctly masculine—Ezra’s scent—hit me like a punch, wrapping around me and tugging at every primal instinct I had. And there he was, standing in the center of the opulent space, completely fucking naked.

My breath caught in my throat. Alpha Ezra, the Lycan King, the goddamn CEO of Silver Moon Group, was a vision of pure, unadulterated power. His broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and those damn chiseled abs gleamed under the soft lighting, but it wasn’t just his body that made my knees weak. It was the sheer Alpha aura radiating from him, pressing against me like a physical force, demanding submission. My eyes couldn’t help but drift downward, and holy shit—even unaroused, his cock was massive, hanging heavy between his thighs like a fucking weapon.

*Oh, Moon Goddess,* Lyra gasped in my mind, practically drooling. *Imagine that fully hard.*

I swallowed hard, heat flooding my cheeks as the image burned into my brain. My star-shaped birthmark on my shoulder pulsed with warmth under the intensity of my embarrassment. Before I could stop myself, I imagined it—the length, the girth, the way it would stretch—

“Isolde… eyes up here,” Ezra’s deep voice cut through my filthy thoughts like a blade, laced with both warning and a dark amusement. “Don’t stare at my dick. Look at my face.”

My gaze snapped up instantly, mortification burning through me as I met his gold-gray eyes. They glinted with something dangerous, something that made my pulse race even faster. “I’m so sorry,” I mumbled, barely audible, wishing I could sink through the floor.

*Don’t apologize!* Lyra snapped in my head. *There’s no shame in wanting your mate!*

I ignored her, still reeling from being caught gawking like some desperate teenager. Ezra tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. “You planning to bathe with that towel on?” he asked, his tone teasing but carrying an edge of command that sent shivers down my spine.

Taking a shaky breath, I forced myself to meet his gaze again. His eyes bore into mine, intense and unrelenting, stripping away any semblance of control I thought I had. With trembling fingers, I reached for the edge of the towel. This was it—the first time I’d be completely bare in front of a man, let alone the fucking wolf king himself. My stomach churned with nerves, but there was no backing out now. I let the towel drop, the fabric pooling at my feet with a whisper of sound.

The air felt heavy as his gaze raked over me, slow and deliberate, lingering on every curve. My skin prickled under his scrutiny, especially when his eyes fixed on my breasts. I fought the urge to cover myself, insecurities screaming in my head. What if he found me lacking? What if this body—my body—wasn’t enough for someone who’d seen it all? *Lyra, what if he hates what he sees?*

*Shut up,* she growled back. *He’s already losing control. Can’t you smell it?*

Before I could dwell on that thought, Ezra’s voice broke the silence, rough and raw. “Wow. You look… fuck, Isolde, I’m at a loss for words. You’re absolutely stunning.”

My heart leapt at his words, joy blooming in my chest like flowers unfurling their petals, tickling every nerve in my body. “Thank you,” I whispered, voice trembling with relief and something warmer, deeper. But then my traitorous eyes darted downward again, catching sight of him once more—and fuck me, he was already reacting. His cock twitched, growing harder by the second, the size so staggering I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped me.

“Oh, damn, Alpha Ezra,” I breathed out before I could stop myself, shock lacing every word.

He chuckled darkly, stepping closer. “See what you do to me? Just looking at your body gets me hard.” His voice was low, dangerous, sending heat straight to my core.

“I… I’m sorry,” I stammered again, feeling utterly out of depth.

“Nothing to apologize for,” he countered smoothly, though there was an edge of Alpha authority in his tone. “But you’re gonna fix this situation. After all, you caused it.”

My throat went dry at the implication behind his words. Fix it? Oh shit. Before I could process further, he turned and strode toward the shower enclosure—four walls of transparent anti-fog glass equipped with top-tier massage jets. He glanced back over his shoulder, gold flashing in his eyes—a silent command to follow.

I sucked in a breath, willing myself to move despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me. My birthmark throbbed hotter now as adrenaline spiked through me. Stepping into the shower after him felt like crossing into another realm—one where logic didn’t exist, only instinct and desire. The smart system kicked in automatically; perfectly warm water cascaded from overhead jets and side sprays, drenching us both in seconds. Droplets slid down my hair, over my shoulders, tracing paths along my skin—and every time they connected with Ezra’s bare flesh where our bodies brushed close, electric jolts shot through me.

Here I was—fucking naked—with Silver Moon Group’s CEO and the Lycan King himself under streaming water like some twisted fantasy come to life.

Ezra’s gaze darkened as wet strands of hair clung to his forehead. “I always knew you’d look sexy with wet hair,” he murmured huskily—a sound so primal it vibrated through me straight down to where need pulsed hottest.

His muscular arm snaked around my waist suddenly, pulling me flush against him while his lips pressed softly against my forehead.

I tilted forward instinctively resting against his chest.

“Isolde…”

“If you don’t ease this ache,” he rasped out next words laden heavy desperation rare vulnerability peeking through ironclad exterior usually wore effortlessly “I’m going die.”

He let out a ragged breath and I immediately understood what he meant. My eyes fell on his hard dick.