Bound To The Lycan Prince (eBook)

Black Barbie (Autor)

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2026 | 1. Auflage
1000 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-113454-6 (ISBN)

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He said she was his. Not by fate but by force.
She never believed in mates, especially not the kind with ruthless hands and a gaze that burns like wildfire. But when a powerful Lycan drags her into his world of violence, dominance, and ancient law, she learns the terrifying truth: she isn't just desired, she's claimed.
Held in his brutal grip, heart racing and body trembling, she sees the madness in his eyes. He doesn't ask. He takes. And once his scent is on her skin, there's no escape.
But she isn't the fragile little thing he thinks she is.
As war brews between packs and bloodlines clash, one question remains:
Will she survive being his mate
or will she burn trying to break the bond?

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Chapter 6

The King's words struck her silent. In that moment, the bitter truth of her existence washed over her again she was nothing more than a pet. A possession. Purchased like a toy, gifted to his sons for their entertainment.

 

It made sense now. He hadn't chosen a submissive pet, no. He’d deliberately selected someone like her defiant, unyielding, unwilling to bend to monsters. The plan was clear: provoke his sons until one lost control and killed her. The survivor would then claim the throne.

 

Brilliant. Diabolically so.

 

A wave of unease settled over her as she let her gaze drift around the luxurious interior of the car. Perhaps this would be the last time she’d ever sit in something so beautiful. Or maybe… this was her final day alive.

 

But if she was going to die, she wouldn’t do it quietly.

 

She hadn’t been sold to just any werewolf but to the Lycan King himself. Over the past ten years, she'd heard enough whispers to fill a lifetime, and the most terrifying tales were always about the Lycans. Fierce. Unstoppable. Ruthless beyond measure.

 

When the war first ignited, humans could still kill werewolves with conventional weapons. But Lycans? Their wounds healed almost instantly, and their strength defied logic. Now, only three kingdoms remained, each ruled by Lycans and among them, Firestone stood as the most formidable. And it was its king the Lycan King who now sat before her.

 

But it wasn’t him she feared most.

 

It was the princes.

 

The stories about them went beyond cruelty. They redefined it. Barbaric, merciless, and worst of all devotedly hateful toward humans.

 

Her fate would be laughable, if it weren’t so horrifying.

 

The princes, she’d heard, were even more powerful than their father. That was saying something.

 

She shook her head lightly, forcing herself to push away the dread creeping in. The car ride was nearing its end. Soon, whatever doom awaited would unfold. Instead, she turned her attention to the window. The night sky stretched across the horizon in a deep, inky veil, hauntingly beautiful.

 

It had been nearly a decade since she last saw the sky. The pet Mistress never allowed her outside, not even for a moment. And last night her one shot at escape she'd been too consumed by survival to notice the stars. Most of her life had been spent in the dark, locked away in dungeons, denied air, light, or freedom.

 

She longed to roll down the window, to let the night air play with her hair. But indulging that urge might earn her death before they even arrived.

 

With a quiet sigh, she glanced at the King only to find his gaze already fixed on her.

 

She looked away swiftly, and then he spoke. “I want you to give my sons a hard time.”

 

She nearly laughed. What a request.

 

He might as well have said, Go ahead, provoke them. One of them will kill you, and I won’t have to choose an heir myself. Problem solved!

 

She wasn’t naive. Her tongue had a mind of its own, often speaking before she thought startling others, sometimes even herself.

 

“Okay,” she replied, voice calm, polite.

 

The King’s brow rose slightly at her unexpected compliance.

 

Azzurra was fierce, rebellious but not reckless. She knew when to fight and when to play smart. Or at least, she thought she did.

 

As the limousine rolled past towering gates and onto a sprawling estate, her eyes widened. The castle looked like something plucked from a fantasy grand, elegant, and almost unreal.

 

But she knew better. This wasn’t a fairy tale.

 

The vehicle came to a stop, and the door opened. The King stepped out, still gripping her leash, forcing her to follow. Cool air brushed against her skin, and she noticed two black Range Rovers pull in behind the limousine. Guards poured out of them, surrounding the entrance.

 

Her breath hitched. Her heart was racing.

 

She caught a few curious glances from the guards, but she couldn't dwell on them. A well-dressed man approached the King mid-thirties, strikingly handsome. Even now, the King carried an undeniable allure. It made her wonder what he must have looked like in his youth.

 

Maybe she was already losing her mind, imagining such things so close to death.

 

“My Lord,” the man greeted with a bow.

 

“You could’ve sent me,” he added, sparing a quick glance at Azzurra, who looked minuscule beside the towering guards.

 

“This task was important, Benedetto,” the King responded calmly.

 

It felt… strange. The King sounded so human. Courteous, even. The terrifying tyrant she’d heard about didn’t match this man. And for a fleeting moment, hope stirred within her.

 

What if the Princes weren’t monsters either? What if all the rumors were just lies?

 

She wanted to believe that so badly. But she knew better than to trust appearances. Real monsters revealed themselves slowly.

 

“I want to see my sons,” the King said to Benedetto, who bowed again before hurrying into the castle.

 

The King turned to Azzurra. “Follow me.”

 

He moved with long, confident strides, and she fell into step behind him.

 

The castle's beauty was undeniable. But when she stepped inside, her breath caught. It was mesmerizing. The marble beneath her feet gleamed like crystal, and everything shimmered with luxury. She almost felt unworthy to walk there.

 

As they moved through the halls, the slaves they passed cast her nervous, pitiful glances only deepening her own anxiety.

 

Eventually, they reached a grand set of doors. Guards opened them, and the King entered a vast hall. He climbed the steps and took his throne.

 

She stood below, oversized coat hiding her trembling hands, fingers twisting with nerves.

 

So this was it. The place she would die. Fitting, in a grimly elegant way.

 

“Stand here,” the King instructed, gesturing to his right. She moved without a word.

 

Then her gaze dropped to the floor and the air fled from her lungs.

 

What she had taken for art… wasn't marble.

 

It was bone.

 

Human skeletons had been arranged and polished into a horrifying mosaic. Beautiful, in the most grotesque way imaginable. Her stomach twisted violently.

 

Would her bones one day join that floor?

 

Her pulse thundered in her ears as panic surged through her.

 

And then

 

The doors opened again.

 

A low chuckle echoed through the hall as two figures entered, stalking forward like predators.

 

Chapter 7

Azzurra drew in a slow, steady breath as she watched the two figures approach the King. The way he subtly straightened in his seat didn’t escape her notice.

 

She wasn’t supposed to look at them. But how could she not? She wanted no, needed to see the faces of the men who might end her life.

 

“Father,” one of them greeted coldly, a sneer tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes were tinged red, bloodshot, and the sluggish way he moved made him appear either drunk or freshly risen from some indulgent slumber.

 

“You called for us?” he asked again, his tone laced with boredom, as if even the presence of the King couldn’t stir his interest.

 

His features were striking blond hair, pale skin, ice-blue eyes but nothing about him screamed royalty. If he hadn’t addressed the King as “Father,” she would never have guessed he was a prince.

 

But it was the man beside him who truly stole her breath.

 

She felt his stare before her eyes even found his, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. And when they met his swirling amber irises locked onto her her breath caught in her throat. He looked remarkably like the King, but taller, darker, and infinitely more dangerous.

 

A cold, paralyzing fear crawled through her chest as she tried to hold his gaze. His eyes radiated something ancient and wicked like there was a predator coiled inside him, just waiting to pounce.

 

Her instinct begged her to look away, and eventually, she did. But her curiosity betrayed her. Once his gaze shifted to the King, she allowed herself to study him—tall, broad, dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt left casually unbuttoned at the top. A sliver of ink peeked out from beneath the fabric, hinting at a tattoo etched into his chest. The shirt hugged every defined muscle of his body like it had been tailored to worship him.

 

His skin was a warm bronze, a stark contrast to the pale prince beside him. Jet-black hair cut in a sharp undercut framed his chiseled features. That light stubble, that razor-sharp jawline, the subtle movement of his Adam’s apple... her heart was thundering.

 

Why did monsters have to look like fallen gods?

 

But no matter how dangerously handsome he was, his gaze alone was enough to twist her insides with dread.

 

“Father?” he spoke at last, and the sound of his voice struck her harder than any blow. Deep,...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 1.1.2026
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• ISBN-10: 0-00-113454-X / 000113454X
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-113454-6 / 9780001134546