Princess's Revenge: Slave to the Soulbound King Chapter 130

Adelaide

A flicker of panic crossed Lycanthar's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by fury. "Don't flatter yourself!" he roared, his voice carrying an unprecedented ferocity. "I simply don't want to see your face anymore! Every time I look at you, I'm reminded of how foolish I was to believe a human's lies!"

He stepped closer to me, looming over me with his intimidating height, his voice low and cruel. "Don't think I ever loved you. To me, you're nothing more than a body to satisfy my physical needs. Any woman could take your place."

I stared at him in shock, unable to believe these words were coming from the man who had once been so tender and loving with me. "You're lying," I shook my head, my voice trembling with tears. "I don't believe it. I know you, Lycanthar. I know you're not this kind of person."

Lycanthar let out a cold laugh and turned toward the door. "Guards! Bring Cressida here!"

Soon after, Cressida entered the room, wearing a thin gauze gown, her golden curls falling over her shoulders. Seeing the tense atmosphere in the room, she stood nervously at the doorway, her fingers anxiously twisted together.

"Your Majesty... you summoned me?" Her voice was small and tentative.

Lycanthar turned to me, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "I'll prove it to you."

He strode toward Cressida, grabbing her wrist and roughly pulling her toward him. Cressida looked at him in alarm but didn't resist. Lycanthar lowered his head, his sharp canines piercing into her neck as he began to feed from her blood.

I watched this scene with my heart breaking. Once, that had been my position, my blood that nourished Lycanthar, my body that was intimately connected with his.

When Lycanthar lifted his head, I noticed a strange red glint flash through his eyes—so brief that I wondered if it was just my imagination.

Lycanthar licked the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze becoming unusually heated and unstable. "Now, let me show you how I am with other women." His voice carried a darkness and cruelty I had never heard before.

He roughly pushed Cressida onto the oak table in the center of the room, tearing open her gauze gown. Cressida let out a cry of surprise but didn't resist, only closing her eyes and accepting what was to come. Lycanthar brutally bit and gnawed at her neck and shoulders, his hands roughly kneading her breasts with movements that carried an almost cruel indifference.

"No... Lycanthar, please don't do this..." I pleaded through my tears, my voice broken. "Don't defile our memories like this..."

Lycanthar paid no attention. His hand slid down along Cressida's waist, lifting one of her legs and exposing her hairless, smooth sex. He unfastened his trousers, revealing his already hardened cock, pressing it against Cressida's entrance.

"No!" I cried out in despair, tears blurring my vision.

Lycanthar didn't stop. He buried himself deep inside Cressida in one thrust, penetrating her completely. Cressida couldn't suppress a sharp cry that was both pain and pleasure.

I felt the world spinning around me. I gripped the bedpost to support myself as tears fell like rain. I had once believed our intimacy was special, sacred, a ritual that belonged only to the two of us. But now, watching Lycanthar repeat our actions with another woman, all my illusions crumbled.

Lycanthar's hands gripped Cressida's hips to pull her against him with each powerful stroke. His movements grew faster and more violent. His thrusts were merciless, driving deep into Cressida's core with each stroke. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her, the table creaking under their weight. Cressida's cries grew louder, her back arching as Lycanthar's cock stretched her completely.

I closed my eyes, but the wet sounds of their coupling still cruelly drilled into my ears, each one like a heavy hammer striking my already shattered heart. Lycanthar's breathing grew ragged as he thrust harder, faster. Her moans turned desperate as he hit deeper inside her. The room filled with the sounds of flesh striking flesh.

"Lycanthar..." I whispered like a falling autumn leaf. "I hate you."

With a low roar, Lycanthar released inside Cressida. The room fell into brief silence, with only heavy breathing echoing in the air.

"Pack your things," Lycanthar's voice was cold as ice. "Tomorrow night, you leave this place."

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Lycanthar

I stumbled out of Adelaide's room, a severe headache striking me, forcing me to lean against the cold stone wall. I pressed my palms hard against my temples, trying to clear my thoughts.

This wasn't my intention. I had only meant to call Cressida to feed from her in front of Adelaide, to demonstrate that I could establish intimate relationships with other women, thereby forcing Adelaide to accept her fate of leaving. But when I drank Cressida's blood, a strange dark force suddenly consumed my rationality, making me cruel and alien, causing me to commit those irreversible acts.

"Your Majesty... are you alright?" Cressida carefully followed me out, her voice carrying concern and a trace of fear. She pulled tightly at the torn remnants of clothing barely covering her body, shivering in the cold corridor.

Lycanthar looked at her disheveled clothing and the bite marks on her neck, a deep sense of guilt washing over him. He removed his own cloak and handed it to Cressida. "I'm sorry, I... lost control."

Cressida accepted the cloak, quickly wrapping it around herself. "It's alright, Your Majesty. As your blood thrall, serving you is my honor."

I shook my head, unwilling to say more. I called for a guard. "Escort Cressida back to her quarters and ensure she receives proper care."

After the guard left with Cressida, I stood alone in the dark corridor, staring at Adelaide's tightly closed door. From within, I could hear faint sobbing, each sound like a sharp dagger piercing my heart.

"Though it wasn't my intention..." I murmured to myself, my voice filled with pain and regret. "Perhaps this is better. Hating me will make it easier for you to leave than loving me."

I knew Adelaide would never be safe in werewolf territory. Lina's attack was only the beginning—there would be more werewolves harboring three centuries of hatred who would want her dead. I would rather she hate me and leave me than watch her die before my eyes.

I reached out my hand, gently touching the cold wooden door, as if caressing Adelaide's face through the barrier. "Goodbye, my love," I whispered, my voice containing infinite love and equal measures of pain. "May the Moon Goddess keep you safe on your journey home."

I turned and walked away, each step feeling like I was treading on my own heart, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints. Our love, like moonlight phantoms, was beautiful and brief, destined to fade with the coming dawn.