Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings-Chapter 38: The Tempting Invitation

Devonte entered the library with a grumpy face, clearly in a foul mood. As soon as he stepped inside, the first thing he did was search for Zara. He had already sensed her presence here. The question of why she was there in the first place made him search for her curiously. However, as his eyes caught Denzal before Zara, his curiosity heightened even more.

"Zara, Denzal. What are you two doing here?" he asked with a hint of suspicion. His suspicion only deepened when he noticed Zara’s slightly flushed state.

"She came here looking for something interesting to read. I was already here before she arrived," Denzal replied coolly, maintaining his usual grim demeanor.

"To read? I didn’t know my Luna was interested in reading," Devonte said with a hint of sarcasm as he stepped closer to her.

Zara smiled faintly at his remark, trying to stand steadily and hide her trembling legs, which were still shaking from the aftermath of her climax.

Now standing close, Devonte reached out as if to touch her cheek but suddenly stopped, his fingers halting mid-air. His expression darkened, his casual demeanor replaced by a hardened look as he stared at her intensely.

"You had an orgasm," he stated in a deep, accusing tone. It was more of a confirmation than a question, and Zara’s shocked reaction only fueled his certainty.

"No, I didn’t," she denied quickly, her voice shaky. She felt her palms sweating as she nervously massaged her knuckles.

"Yes, you did. You came so hard that I can smell your arousal dripping off you," he said, his tone rising with fury.

"I very well know who’s responsible for it," he added darkly, his gaze shifting sharply to Denzal, who stood there, clearly unsure of how to handle the situation.

"Devonte, listen. I can explain—" Denzal began, but his words were abruptly cut off as Devonte launched a punch to his jaw. The next moment, he grabbed Denzal and shoved him against the ancient library wall.

Zara gasped in shock as she watched Devonte unleash his anger, delivering powerful blows to Denzal. Despite the assault, Denzal didn’t fight back, enduring the hits with a pained expression.

"You cunning bastard!" Devonte growled, his voice full of rage as he continued to strike.

"What happened to your nonsense about protecting her? Did you think she wouldn’t get hurt if you fuck her alone?" he snarled, his punches opening old wounds on Denzal’s body.

"You said you were scared—scared to touch her! What happened? Did you overcome your fear in one night?" he roared.

"You know how desperately I’ve wanted to get close to her. I’ve been suffering, holding myself back, unable to claim her. You made me wait all this time, refusing to let me mark her. And now you decide to have her all to yourself?"

Devonte’s punches grew stronger, his frustration pouring out with every blow.

Zara, stunned by the scene, couldn’t understand what they were talking about. She stood frozen, watching in shock as Denzal tried to speak, but Devonte wasn’t in the mood to listen.

Unable to bear any more, Zara finally shouted, "Enough!" Her firm tone startled Devonte, making him pause. He shoved Denzal away with a growl, his chest heaving from anger.

"What the hell is going on? What is this all about?" Zara demanded, her voice laced with anger and confusion. "Why are you so furious, Devonte? What’s the reason for all of this?"

Devonte shot Denzal a glare before turning to Zara. He explained everything—the cryptic message they’d seen in the forest, their decision to hold off on marking her, and Denzal’s insistence that they wait until she was ready.

"We were in control. Even though it was incredibly difficult, I agreed because I couldn’t bear the thought of you being in pain because of us. This bastard made sure I stayed in check. But now, look at him! He couldn’t even follow his own rules. He decided to have you all to himself without telling me!"

Devonte’s anger flared again as he punched Denzal in the stomach. Denzal winced, his face contorting in pain.

Zara listened in stunned silence, too shocked to process the revelation. So, this was the reason for their distance after their intimate moment back in her pack. It all made sense now.

Finally, Denzal broke the silence. "Brother, listen to me. I never intended to have her all to myself. You have just as much right to her as I do. I acted on impulse. The atmosphere last night got the better of me. Please understand, I would never betray you."

Denzal’s voice was sincere, but it was clear he didn’t regret his actions.

"Don’t call me brother, you cheater. I won’t believe you ever again. You broke our oath, and I won’t forgive you for that," Devonte spat angrily before storming out of the library.

Denzal tried to stop him, but it was too late. After Devonte’s departure, an awkward silence filled the room. Zara didn’t know how to handle the situation. If she overviews this situation.

The main reason for this blow off was, Devonte was angry with Denzel because he had eaten her pussy before him. And that’s not a very usual topic for the brothers to fight over.

She took a deep breath, her gaze shifting to Denzal, who was adjusting his disheveled attire.

"So..." she began with a small, awkward smile. "You really messed up this time, didn’t you?" she teased.

Denzal smiled faintly at her words. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek and caressing her lips with his thumb.

"With my brother? Yes, the mess is huge. But the mess you made? I’d gladly make that mess again," he said, leaning into the crook of her neck.

Zara blushed, smiling shyly as his hands traced over her flushed thighs. She looked at him with hesitant yet expectant eyes.

"Do you regret it?" she asked softly.

"Absolutely not," he replied, smirking. He cupped her face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "There’s nothing to regret. I’d do it again and again until you’re utterly worn out."

His growling voice sent shivers down her spine. Zara’s cheeks flushed a deeper red as she averted her gaze, unable to meet his intense eyes.

Before she pulled away herself, he took her plumed lips for a mouthful kiss. He kissed her deeply, promising her that he would figure out the issue soon. She kissed him back with the same passion. Let him know she has no hesitation over their moment either.

"You should take a rest. I need to figure out a way to earn Devonte’s forgiveness. Let’s meet at dinner." He told her with a gentle tone. Then soon left the place, acting , placing a kiss on her forehead.

She watched his retreat figure with a hint of a gentle smile. This is getting better actually. Finally they were progressing. Already on this step.

•••

As Zara walked out of the library, a strange feeling washed over her. It was as if someone had rushed past her. She paused, glancing around quickly, but there was no one in sight. Shaking off the unease, she continued on her way, dismissing it as her imagination.

When she returned to her room, a small, silly smile lingered on her lips. She couldn’t help but think about the intense emotions that had unfolded earlier. Her body still shivers recalling how intensely Denzel has explored every inch of her body. Thoroughly enjoyed every ounce of hers.

Locking the door behind her, Zara turned to find Lily waiting for her, an eager and expectant expression on her face. The attendant’s eyes lit up as soon as Zara stepped inside.

"Luna! How did it go? Did you find the chest?" Lily asked hurriedly, her voice filled with excitement.

Zara froze for a moment, her mind snapping back to the real reason she had gone to the library in the first place. The chest! She hadn’t even thought about it since getting caught up in everything with Denzal and Devonte.

Her cheeks flushed as she looked at Lily, offering a sheepish smile. "Uh... about that..." Zara began, scratching the back of her neck awkwardly.

Well this is getting more awkward.

..

Jennifer sat in the dimly lit chamber, her trembling hands gripping the glass as she downed the bitter contents. The room reeked of despair and spilled liquor, a fitting backdrop for her crumbling resolve. Her mind replayed the failed attack on Zara like a broken record, each memory stoking the flames of her hatred.

She knew the Lycan Kings would eventually find her. It was only a matter of time. Yet, the fear of retribution was nothing compared to the seething need for vengeance burning inside her.

"Jennifer."

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence, so deep and captivating it seemed to make the air itself tremble. It whispered through the room, dark and seductive, like a distant promise from the very shadows.

" I can feel your pain. It’s suffocating you, isn’t it? But what if I told you there’s a way to end it? A path that could crown you as Queen of Shadowvale... and make Zara your pawn to destroy."

Her body tensed, every muscle frozen in place. The voice wrapped around her like invisible hands, tightening, pulling her into its web. It was neither kind nor cruel—it was simply... irresistible.

She couldn’t help herself. It was as if the words had slowly begun to seep into her very blood, stirring the dark part of her soul that had been dormant for too long. She wanted this. She needed this. To destroy Zara, to claim power, to finally seize control.

The voice grew more insistent, a smooth, intoxicating rhythm, each word sinking deeper, dragging her in further.

"All that pain you carry, Jennifer... all that fury. Let it go. Let me show you how to wield it. The throne of Shadowvale awaits, but only if you’re willing to take what is yours. To make Zara bow before you."

Jennifer’s heart hammered in her chest. Her breath was shallow, and she found herself drawn to the source of the voice, her body aching for the promise it offered. It only takes her seconds to realize, this was Zara’s enemy. From this very voice, the Lycan kings were trying to protect her anyhow. Now it was inviting with such a tempting offer, which she can’t deny.

She couldn’t fight it. Her hand trembled as she gripped the edge of the table, desperate to grasp the fleeting thread of hope.

"What do I need to do?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet filled with an unrelenting hunger for what she knew was now within her reach.

The shadows seemed to shift, swirling with a malicious intent, the voice growing darker, closer, like a lover’s caress that promised both ecstasy and destruction.

"Everything, Jennifer," the voice purred. "Everything..."