A Mate For The Last Lycan novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: THE RITUAL WENT WRONG

"Harder... harder, my king..." Nycta mewled in Killian’s arms, as he thrusted her from behind. He groaned and bit her shoulder before their bodies went still and the creaking sound from inside the bedroom stopped.

Nycta fell on her stomach, she was exhausted, she was sore, but satisfied. It felt like a little revenge in her head whenever she thought right now her sister was doing the same thing with her mate.

She winched when Killian pulled away and started to get dress before he left her alone in the bed, sticky, tired and used.

Tears welled up in her eyes when the quietness inside the room pinned her down. Everything was still and she was naked. She stayed like that for a while until the guilty feeling crept in and she cried.

Whenever she was with Dacre, he would take care of her, he would hug her and kiss her, giving comfort and warm, but with Killian, he would leave right away once the deed was done and in the morning, he would act like the sin they committed during the night had never happened.

It was not like Nycta wanted him to stay, she hated the man, she hated her baby, she didn’t want to be pregnant with his child, but Dacre couldn’t have an heir and this was the only way for them to secure the throne.

She hated the fact Dacre took her sister with him instead of her. She hated the thought and wild imagination she had about what they might be doing right now.

Nycta hated everything.

Her youthfulness and her pregnancy hormone were not a good mix for her to judge the situation she was currently in. Her jealousy and hatred were a good recipe for a disaster.

When she was with Killian, it was not affection, it was a revenge. She took pleasure from it. It was a little victory for her to think she could hurt Dacre the same way he hurt her.

However, the guilty feeling ate her alive.

Nycta touched her private part and felt the stickiness on the tip of her fingers. He got off inside her and it felt like Killian mocked her for their infidelity.

Yet, Nycta was not the only one, who was suffering tonight, because right now, Zuri had to go through five curses. She was tied so tight to prevent what happened the last time. Elijah insisted this.

"Arrghh! Stop! Khaos! Khaos! MAKE THEM STOP!"

She was in the fifth curse, but it hurt like hell, she felt like her skin was being peeled and her eyeballs were going to explode. Her eyes were burned, or that was how it felt. The voices in her head were getting louder, as if these voices alone could claw in her brain.

This was ten thousand more painful than before. She felt like she was going to die. The only thing she could do was screaming on the top of her lungs, calling for Khaos to help her. She wanted this to stop, she was hurt so bad, she begged him to stop this.