Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 162: Cry And Beg

Trigger Warning: sexual assault

Lorelai’s body instinctively shrank as Kai’s bloodshot eyes locked onto her. His glare carried something disturbingly unhinged, a twisted intensity that sent an icy shiver rippling down her spine.

She stood frozen, unsure of how to respond. Even the basic courtesy of a greeting felt like an impossible task. Yet, after a moment of internal struggle, the princess managed to steady herself just enough to speak. "

You wanted me tonight, Your Majesty," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kai’s lips curved into a grin that only deepened her unease. Without hesitation, he shoved the three women off him, their languid bodies sprawling across the bed. Rising to his feet, he began an almost predatory march toward his stepsister. His pale, naked form glistened under the dim light, slick with a mixture of sweat and saliva that made his presence feel even more oppressive.

It was the first time Lorelai had seen him—or any man—entirely exposed.

Kai was not overwhelmingly large or brutish, but his body bore the lean strength of someone accustomed to physical activity. His well-defined chest and arms betrayed the results of regular exercise and horseback riding, each muscle taut with restrained power.

Lorelai’s gaze betrayed her curiosity, trailing hesitantly down his torso. But the moment her eyes reached the hollow of his navel, she flinched, her breath hitching in her throat. A wave of shame washed over her. Was she even allowed to look at him like this? The thought alone made her cheeks burn a furious red as her entire body was consumed by mortified heat.

Kai, of course, noticed her flustered state immediately. His chuckle was low and mocking, a sound that only stoked her embarrassment further. With an air of impatience, he turned toward the women sprawled on his bed. "Get the hell out of here, all of you!"

The women moved sluggishly, their heavy-lidded gazes and languid motions suggesting they were still under the haze of intoxication—or perhaps something far darker.

Annoyed by the slowness of their departure, Kai grabbed a tall ceramic vase from the vanity desk and hurled it toward the women. The loud crash and their suppressed squeals finally spurred them into motion. Hastily, they draped themselves in their crumpled gowns and scurried out of the room like frightened mice.

Even with them gone, Lorelai could still sense their presence. The cloying sweetness of their sweat and perfume seemed to cling to every surface, saturating the air and seeping into the very fabric of her stepbrother’s chambers.

Kai turned back to her, his gaze lingering as it roamed her figure with a hunger that made her stomach twist. Though his eyes carried an unsettling restraint, the undercurrent of possessiveness was unmistakable.

Slowly, he stepped closer, his right hand reaching out to graze the soft waves of her hair. His touch was unexpectedly gentle, but Lorelai still flinched, releasing a sharp exhale, as though she’d been holding her breath this entire time.

"Stop darting your eyes around," he snapped, his voice cold and cutting. "There’s nothing here for you to see—nothing but me."

Trapped under the weight of his command, Lorelai hesitantly lifted her gaze, her wide green eyes locking onto his face. Kai’s lips curled into a smile, but the amusement didn’t reach his eyes. Without warning, his hand shot to the back of her head, gripping her hair tightly.

Lorelai gasped, her scalp stinging as he yanked her head downward, forcing her to bend closer. Her nose stopped mere inches from his exposed manhood, and the putrid stench emanating from it made her stomach churn violently.

"Look at it, Lorelai," Kai barked, his voice rising with anger. "Look closely—does it look better than his?!"

He was shouting now. Lorelai’s tears began to well up, pooling at the corners of her closed eyes. She didn’t understand what he was talking about, nor did she want to. She only knew she couldn’t bear to open her eyes—not now, not ever.

Her heart pounded in her chest as fear rooted her in place. It was bizarre, she thought. They were engaged, destined to marry, and everyone expected them to consummate their union. Yet, every time the mere idea of intimacy with him crossed her mind, her skin crawled with an overwhelming sense of revulsion.

"Stupid bitch," Kai whispered, but there was no true malice in his voice—only a twisted undertone of frustration.

Lorelai struggled to steady her erratic breathing, swallowing the bitterness rising in her throat. She opened her lips, ready to offer an apology that she didn’t even fully understand. But before a single word could escape, a sharp slap landed across her face. The stinging pain seared her cheek, and she whimpered, her tears threatening to spill as the burning sensation spread like wildfire. freewebnoveℓ.com

Startled, she snapped her wide eyes up to meet Kai’s, only to find his face contorted with an unsettling mixture of rage and apprehension.

Her bewildered expression seemed to embolden him. His grip on her hair tightened as he dragged her toward the bed. Without an ounce of hesitation, he flung her down onto the mattress, pinning her trembling body beneath his weight.

Lorelai writhed beneath him, her movements frantic and desperate. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out, "Your Majesty, please! You mustn’t! There are rules!"

"Rules?!" Kai snarled, his voice dripping with venom. His eyes gleamed with an unnatural fire, almost crimson in their intensity. "You dare speak to me of rules? Let me see! Let me confirm that my bride is as pure as she pretends to be!"

With a growl, he slid his right hand down her trembling body, his touch ice-cold against her burning skin. Goosebumps erupted across her flesh, but the moment his fingers reached between her legs, Lorelai let out a piercing scream, her legs jerking violently in protest.

’Lorelai, calm down.’

The familiar male voice echoed sharply in her mind, cutting through her panic like a blade. It was the same voice that had haunted her dreams, but this time, its tone carried an urgency laced with sorrow. ’Stay strong. Think. You have to get out of there.’

For the first time, Lorelai felt a glimmer of relief hearing the voice. As much as it unsettled her, it was right—she couldn’t afford to lose herself to despair. If she wanted to escape her stepbrother’s cruel grasp, she needed to stay calm.

But how? His body loomed over hers, powerful and suffocating, and she felt utterly trapped. Helplessness weighed her down, her sobs shaking her frame as desperation consumed her. All she could do was cry and beg, though deep down, she knew it wouldn’t be enough.

"Stop moving, you idiot!" Kai snarled, his voice laced with frustration as he pinned her legs between his thighs. "This will help us both, you know? Once it’s done, you’ll finally feel closer to me—you’ll finally be all mine!"

Kai leaned in, his lips descending toward hers in a forceful, unwanted kiss. But just as he moved closer, Lorelai snapped out of her panic. Her trembling hand shot out, fumbling blindly for the candelabrum on the nightstand.

There was no hesitation, no time for second-guessing. Her body moved on instinct, driven by desperation. With the strength of a cornered animal, she swung the heavy object with all her might, the blunt edge connecting with Kai’s head in a sickening thud.

The impact sent him reeling, and the room instantly filled with his agonized cries.

Seizing the brief moment of freedom, Lorelai shoved him off her with a frantic burst of energy. She scrambled to her feet and bolted toward the door, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

Behind her, chaos erupted as the candelabrum tumbled from her hand. The flickering flames hungrily devoured the sheer curtains, and the fire began to spread, licking at the edges of the room like a vengeful beast.

Lorelai didn’t stop to look back. She couldn’t. Her bare feet pounded against the cold marble floors as she ran, her only thought to get as far away from him as possible.

Anywhere. It didn’t matter where—she just had to escape.