Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 71

Isolde's POV

"I heard about what you did," he said, his voice deceptively calm.

I swallowed hard, deciding honesty was my best option. "I... I saw that phone and couldn't help myself. I violated the rules, I'm sorry. I'm prepared to accept any punishment..."

My eyes silently pleaded with him, hoping my immediate confession might soften whatever consequence awaited me. Breaking the rules of the Moon Alliance Program wasn't taken lightly—especially not by the Lycan King himself.

"Limiting contact with your families is necessary for a reason..." Ezra began, his tone measured.

I wanted desperately to ask why, to understand the purpose behind such isolation, but fear of provoking further trouble kept me silent. I bit my tongue and waited.

"If I allowed you to speak with your father..." he continued, pacing slowly before me, "you can imagine the chaos that would ensue. I would have to extend the same privilege to every girl in the program."

"That would be a disaster," I agreed softly, understanding the logic even if I didn't like it.

"I'm glad you understand," Ezra said, his expression softening slightly as he moved closer to me.

Suddenly, he was standing mere inches away, hands casually tucked into his suit pants pockets. I could feel his cool, fresh breath against my face, and my senses went into overdrive.

God, he was handsome. Without his jacket, his crisp white shirt stretched perfectly across his broad shoulders, paired with navy blue trousers that fit him like they were made for his body—which they probably were. His coffee-brown hair was smoothed back from his forehead, and that scent—that intoxicating scent that was uniquely his—invaded my nostrils and made my head swim.

At this moment, I wanted nothing more than to devour him whole.

"However," his voice dropped an octave, becoming dangerously low, "you still need to pay for breaking the rules."

I nodded nervously, bracing myself for whatever punishment he deemed appropriate. Suspension of privileges? Extra duties? Some form of public reprimand?

"Look into my eyes, Isolde."

His command was soft but impossible to ignore. I raised my gaze to meet his, and suddenly found myself unable to look away. His eyes, usually a cool gray, began to shimmer with an unusual light that seemed to pull me deeper.

A wave of heat erupted from my core, spreading rapidly throughout my body. My breathing quickened, becoming shallow and ragged.

*It's happening? I feel... so hot...*

Ezra maintained unwavering eye contact, the corner of his mouth lifting into a subtle smirk. "Feel it? This is your punishment."

The sensation intensified. I could feel wetness gathering between my thighs, desire pulsing through me in waves I couldn't control. My inner walls clenched around nothing, desperate for relief, and I was mortified to realize my arousal was now sliding down my thighs.

*This is so humiliating... but why does it feel... so good?*

I bit my lip hard, trying desperately to suppress the moan threatening to escape. My entire body trembled with the effort of remaining upright as pleasure assaulted me from every angle.

"It seems my ability works particularly well on you," Ezra observed, satisfaction evident in his tone as he watched me struggle.

Finally, he broke eye contact, instantly releasing me from whatever power had held me in its grip. "Punishment's over."

I gasped for air, my legs still quivering, acutely aware of the dampness between my thighs. "That... that was my punishment?"

"How did you find it?" he asked casually. "Too severe?"

*What kind of punishment was that? That was more like... flirting...*

"I... I expected more serious consequences," I stammered, still trying to regain my composure.

Ezra reached out, his fingers gently caressing my cheek. I shuddered involuntarily, the sensation from earlier beginning to resurface.

*Damn it!*

"You seem to enjoy this type of 'punishment,'" he said with a light chuckle.

I bit my lip, trying to suppress both my smile and the lingering desire coursing through my veins.

*This man is going to break me.*

"Don't do that," he commanded softly.

"Don't do what?" I asked, gazing into his gray eyes, my heart racing anew.

Ezra gently tilted my chin up, his thumb brushing tantalizingly across my bottom lip. My mind exploded like fireworks, coherent thought scattering in all directions. His touch, his proximity, his scent—everything about him drew me in, making me lose all sense of reason.

"Only I get to bite that lip," he murmured, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel. "When you do that, you have no idea what thoughts it provokes in my mind."

I hesitated, tempted to ask what thoughts exactly, but decided against it. He was the Lycan King, after all. Flirting with him was dangerous territory.

Ezra stepped back, creating distance between us. "Did you enjoy the movie we watched last night?"

*This man's ability to switch topics is infuriating!* I thought, still trying to calm the sensations rippling through my body.

"Isolde." His voice brought me back to reality.

"Yes," I answered vaguely.

"I asked you a question," he reminded me.

"Yes. The movies... I did enjoy them," I clarified, trying to focus.

Ezra raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp. "Really?"

"Mm-hmm," I nodded with a small smile.

"Good. Tell me what other types of movies you enjoy," he continued.

"Romantic comedies. Action films. Historical... whatever," I replied, waving my hand dismissively in the air.

Ezra burst into laughter at my casual "whatever" and accompanying gesture. I couldn't help but laugh softly along with him.

*He's adorable,* I thought, enjoying the moment of lightness between us. The powerful Alpha aura seemed to dissipate, revealing just a man with a genuine laugh.

When his laughter subsided, he said, "Well... I'll prepare some movies of genres you like... for the next time I invite you over."

My eyebrows shot up in shock. "What? You're going to invite me over again?"

"I believe you heard me clearly, Isolde," he replied smoothly. "My assistant didn't tell you?"

"She, uh... she did. I just..." I trailed off, pressing my lips together rather than finishing my thought.

Ezra chuckled again, shaking his head.

*He's going to invite me again... I'm so excited!*

"I have some things to finish up before I can head home," he said after a moment.

"Is that my cue to leave?" I asked, uncertain.

"I didn't say that," he countered.

I looked at him in confusion.

"Sit down. I want you to keep me company while I work," he instructed.

"I'm supposed to sit here and watch you work?" I confirmed, making sure I understood.

"I believe that's what I meant," he affirmed.

"Why?" I couldn't help asking.

Ezra shrugged casually. "I just want you around."

He walked back to his desk, leaving me standing there with my thoughts in complete disarray.

*He just wants me around. What does that even mean?* My mind was still reeling from the strange "punishment" he'd inflicted on me, my body not quite recovered from the intense sensations he'd somehow provoked with just a look.