Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 39

I couldn’t believe I made it back.

 

Now I'm tossing and turning in my bed again.

 

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face—those stormy eyes, the intensity of his gaze as it traveled over my body.

 

The memory alone sent heat coursing through my veins—the dampness soaking my panties, the painful tightening of my nipples, the raw, shameful lust that had me aching for him.

 

My hand slid beneath my silk pajama top, fingers grazing the hot, smooth skin of my stomach.

 

The fabric brushed against me, teasing my senses, and I pictured Ezra's big, rough hands instead—his thick fingers dragging over my flesh, making me tremble.

 

My breath hitched as my hand moved higher, skimming the curve beneath my tits. The lace of my bra scratched against my stiff nipples, and I groaned softly, feeling them throb under the thin fabric.

 

I tried to fight it, but my pussy was already wet, my clit pulsing with every beat of my heart. My fingers found my breast, squeezing it hard, my thumb rubbing over my nipple through the lace.

 

Pleasure stabbed through me, sharp and electric, and I whimpered, my thighs pressing together as slick heat dripped from my cunt.

 

My other hand slid down, shaking as it traced the edge of my pajama bottoms. I didn't stop this time—I shoved my fingers inside, past the waistband of my soaked panties, and moaned loud when I touched my swollen, dripping folds.

 

Fuck, I was drenched, my pussy lips slippery and hot. I imagined Ezra's fingers there, spreading me open, his rough touch claiming me.

 

My hips jerked up as I pushed two fingers inside my tight, wet hole, stretching myself. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

 

My thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing it in messy, desperate circles, and my whole body shook with how good it felt—how fucking close I was already.

 

I pictured Ezra above me, his hard cock pressing against my entrance, his deep voice growling my name. *Ezra, Ezra, Ezra,* I chanted in my head, my fingers pumping faster, my cunt clenching around them.

 

Juices ran down my hand, soaking the sheets, and I spread my legs wider, fucking myself harder, chasing that edge.

 

My orgasm was right there—I could feel it building, my clit throbbing under my thumb, my pussy walls squeezing tight.

 

Then shame hit me like a slap. *What the fuck am I doing?* I ripped my hand out, my fingers glistening with my own cum, and collapsed back, chest heaving, my cunt still spasming with need.

 

I lay there, sweaty and shaking, the ache between my legs screaming for release. I couldn't finish—not like this, not without him. It felt dirty, wrong, but the hunger didn't fade.

 

I rolled over, shoving my face into the pillow, trying to ignore the slick mess between my thighs and the relentless pounding of my pulse. Sleep was a fucking long way off.

 

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The moment I stepped into the dining area, I felt it—dozens of eyes following my every move. Conversations died mid-sentence as I passed.

 

"Is it true?" A platinum blonde intercepted my path, eyes wide with curiosity.

 

Before I could ask what she meant, another girl announced loudly, "Isolde was with Alpha Ezra last!"

 

The dining hall fell silent. Even the staff paused to stare.

 

"You mean Lycan King Ezra Silverwood?" someone clarified. "THE Alpha of Silver Moon Group?"

 

The girl nodded vigorously. "That's right! He showed clear interest in her."

 

*That's not what happened!* I wanted to scream. Instead, I gripped my tray tighter and made my way to an empty table.

 

"It is true!" the girl insisted. "I saw it with my own eyes outside the battle arena. She left wearing his suit jacket!"

 

That detail made me freeze. I hadn't considered how it would look—walking through Silver Moon Tower wearing the CEO's custom jacket.

 

"No, it wasn't like that!" I finally spoke up, unable to bear the whispers any longer.

 

Every head turned toward me, expressions ranging from shock to disbelief.

 

"Whatever you think happened, it's not what you're imagining."

 

"Did you or did you not meet him in the battle arena?" the girl challenged.

 

Before I could answer, the dining hall doors burst open. Evanthe's inner circle stormed in, making a beeline for my table.

 

"Isolde!" One called out. "What exactly happened last night?"

 

I straightened my spine. "I don't know what you're talking about."

 

As I tried to take a bite of my breakfast, she knocked the fork from my hand.

 

"Have you been seducing the CEO behind our backs?" she demanded, leaning across the table.

 

"I haven't done anything of the sort," I replied, despite the anger building inside me.

 

"But you were with him in the arena, weren't you?" The first girl pressed. "What happened in there?"

 

I'd had enough. Rising to my feet, I abandoned my breakfast. I'd rather faint during training than endure another minute of this inquisition.

 

"I don't owe you any explanations," I said, pulling free from her grasp. "Whatever is or isn't between Ezra and me is none of your business."

 

Their incredulous laughter followed me as I turned to leave. Before I could reach the exit, Sybilla and her friends blocked my path.

 

"What do you want, Sybilla?" I asked, exhaustion in my voice.

 

Her pale green eyes narrowed. "What's going on between you and the Lycan King?"

 

"Nothing is going on," I insisted. "Now please move."

 

"Liar!" she spat. "He would never be interested in the daughter of a failed Alpha. You must have tricked him."

 

"I did nothing," I sighed. "Obviously, you're just jealous. Now, if you don't mind, I have combat training to get to."

 

I didn't hesitate. Without a backward glance, I stormed out.

 

This was only the beginning. If these girls were reacting this way, I could only imagine Evanthe's response when she found out. I needed to prepare for the storm that was certainly coming.