Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 128: Stay With Me

"Althea said I would forget you too... How can you... how can you live, knowing that the person you love the most doesn’t even know who you are?" Lorelai sobbed, her words blending together in a broken mess. "I don’t want to hurt you, Rhaegar... I don’t want you to ever hate me because of this... I was a fool to ask you... But I couldn’t help myself... I’m scared to forget you too."

Her tears seemed endless, pouring out the anguish she had carried for so long. She cried so hard that her face flushed with the weight of her sorrow. Seeing her like this, Rhaegar’s lips quivered as if he wanted to speak, but he stopped himself, choosing instead to tighten his arms around her, offering what little comfort he could.

She clung to him, pouring out all the emotions she had kept hidden—everything she had never been able to say. And it was all about him.

"She wanted me to kill you because I would never remember you anyway... She wants your blood... She’s evil, Rhaegar, and I’m terrified I might become evil too..." Her words broke free in a flood, raw and unrestrained. "I’m so scared, Rhaegar... of everything."

Her body trembled under the weight of her fear and sorrow. As she soaked his chest with her tears, the king remained silent, his arms wrapped around her, gently stroking her back. Only when her sobs had begun to quiet did he speak, his voice low and tender as he cupped her tear-streaked face in his hands.

"Listen to me, Lorelai."

She looked up at him, meeting his amber eyes, which held a sadness she had never seen before. It was a sadness that didn’t quite belong to a man who had no regrets. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing gently against her eyelids, kissing away the remnants of her tears.

"Even under different circumstances, if you ever forget me..." Leah bit her lower lip hard, her voice trembling. Rhaegar kissed her gently again and again, each kiss an attempt to erase the pain buried behind those big green eyes. "I will never forget you. It will hurt me deeply, but I will endure and find a way to bring you back to me."

With a deep, quiet sigh, he pressed a soft kiss to the bridge of Lorelai’s nose and whispered, "You will always be mine, Lorelai. And I will be yours. We will find a way to be together."

At those words, all the terrible thoughts that had clouded her mind disappeared as if they had been swept away by a thawing snowstorm. A wave of relief washed over her, and with it, fresh tears flowed once again. Rhaegar had believed her tears had finally begun to subside, but he was unprepared for this new flood. The normally eloquent man found himself speechless, unsure of what to do. It was as if he had lost his voice. Instead, he simply held her, offering quiet comfort in his embrace.

Leaning against him, Lorelai cried with all her might. It had been so long since she had allowed herself to weep so freely, without restraint. This was almost the first time she had ever cried openly, not retreating to the solitude of her bedroom to quietly suffer in silence.

How much had she cried? It felt as though she only stopped when there were no more tears left to shed. Throughout it all, Rhaegar kissed and caressed her, his touch a steady presence that anchored her.

"Lorelai," he whispered softly.

She looked up at him, her wet lashes fluttering against her cheeks. Their gazes met, his amber eyes holding hers with an intensity that made her heart ache.

"Don’t reject me again," he said, his voice low but firm. "Make your decision based on your true feelings, and I will take care of the rest."

Lorelai felt an unsettling sensation deep within her chest. She knew Rhaegar wasn’t lying to try to keep her by his side. There was no doubt in her mind about what Althea would do to her once she was back. Even if the queen didn’t kill her, she might leave her in the same condition as her bedridden father—broken and lifeless.

Suddenly, something else cracked inside her mind, and her eyes widened in shock. "The queen! She’s a ghoul! I still remember that!"

Rhaegar nodded slowly, his eyes darkening with a cold, malicious glow. "I know. That’s why I don’t want you anywhere near her. Even if her spells wipe me from your memory, I’ll find a way to bring everything back."

He gently pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin, and whispered, "So stay with me. Whatever happens... just stay with me."

She had heard him say those words several times before, but this time, they carried a weight she couldn’t ignore. Lorelai blinked, her lashes brushing against his cheek as she met his gaze. In this quiet space, where even their breaths seemed to intertwine, he waited for her answer with a patience that felt almost unnatural—an unusual restraint that only made her heart race.

She didn’t believe there was any way out of their predicament. But Rhaegar had promised he would take care of it. The man before her had the strength to survive anything, to protect her from whatever threat or danger loomed on the horizon. She desperately wanted to believe him.

It was selfish, she knew. But she wanted to stay.

All this time, she had forced herself to speak words that contradicted the desires of her heart. Now, for the first time, she felt the weight lift, allowing her to speak the truth.

"I will..." Hesitating, she gently pressed her lips to his before slowly pulling away. His eyes widened in surprise, and she saw the pupils of his amber eyes dilate with something fierce and untamed. She continued, her voice barely above a whisper, "...I will stay, and I will become your wife––"

She couldn’t finish her sentence before Rhaegar gripped the back of her neck and pulled her into another kiss, urgent and intense. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her, exploring every inch as it brushed against her teeth, stroking her soft palate with an insistent, tender rhythm. A soft moan escaped her lips, breathless and shaky.

"Ah..."

At the sound of her quiet moan, Rhaegar’s kisses deepened, growing even more fervent. Her body, responding to his hunger, began to fall backward, and soon she was lying on the ground, her body surrounded by the softness of the robes. Rhaegar hovered over her, kissing her with an unrestrained passion that sent sparks through her veins.

His hands were everywhere, caressing her body with delicate urgency. He brushed his fingers through her beautiful hair, caressed her cheeks, and tenderly massaged her shoulders. Lorelai was swept up in the rush of his affection, her senses drowning in the overwhelming force of his love, feeling both fragile and cherished under the touch of the man who had claimed her heart.

She could barely keep herself steady, her hands gripping his shoulders as she felt the firm muscles beneath her palms. She traced her fingers along his sturdy collarbones and the hard muscles of his neck, then moved to embrace his powerful body.

"Lorelai..." he whispered, his voice low and filled with longing, repeating her name over and over.

Each time he said it, a shudder ran through her. A strange, tingling sensation spread through her lower abdomen. When she lifted her lips instinctively, Rhaegar slid his arms around her, pulling her closer as if he had been expecting it. Their minds clouded as they lost themselves in the intensity of their kiss.

Suddenly, she felt something warm pressing against her thighs. She knew exactly what it was now—his excitement, hardening under her touch.

Rhaegar made no attempt to hide his arousal. He pressed himself against her thigh, and Lorelai, almost instinctively, rubbed herself against him. Another soft moan escaped her lips, but the man pulled back slightly, frowning as he lifted his head.

"Ugh... We can’t continue, princess. My men will be back soon." He kissed her cheek gently, the soft skin now flushed a deep, ripe peach color. "But just so you know... The wolf inside me is ready to devour you."

The princess shook her head, but he smiled, his lips lingering on hers as he softly licked them.

"Damn it," he growled, his hands still refusing to leave her body. "My entire body aches just thinking about having you."

Rhaegar was so aroused that it wasn’t easy for him to pull away. With a disappointed expression, he kissed her face, neck, and shoulders, as if trying to make up for the loss of more intimate touch.

Lorelai didn’t reject his kisses. Deep in her heart, she wanted to continue as well. But she knew better than anyone that now was not the time. Besides, once Rhaegar started, he would not stop until his inner beast was completely satisfied. And that would take hours.

Rhaegar bit and sucked her skin for a long time before finally stopping, letting out a long, bitter exhale.

Then, he brought Lorelai’s right hand to his mouth and, with a powerful tear, ripped the silk robe, freeing her wrist, which was already red from the tension and pressure. Gently, he planted several soft kisses to soothe the area, ensuring she wasn’t in pain. Only after that did his hot, wet tongue slide across her reddened skin, sending thousands of tiny sparks racing over Lorelai’s body.

"Don’t worry," he whispered wickedly as his tongue withdrew from her wrist. "Just a few more nights, and you’ll get your fill during our official mating ceremony."