Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 161: King’s Bedroom

Rhaegar exhaled a long trail of smoke, his amber eyes glinting as his gaze shifted toward the princess’s wing of the palace. The lights in her bedroom were dimmed, and he quickly realized she wasn’t there tonight.

"One of our spies reported that the king summoned her to his chambers," Alim said quietly, handing him a fresh cigar.

The closer they got to Erelith, the sharper the ache in Rhaegar’s body became. Now, standing so near the royal palace, it felt as though every bone in his body might shatter at once.

Hearing Alim’s words, his muscles tensed, and a dark wave of blood rushed to his head, clouding his thoughts. No matter how hard he tried to think positively, he knew precisely why that vile creature had called his stepsister to his chambers tonight.

"Control yourself," Naveen murmured, stepping closer to him. Her voice was calm, yet firm. "Keep trying to connect with her. Wait for her response. That’s all you can do."

Rhaegar nodded reluctantly, taking a deep drag from the cigar and filling his lungs with gray smoke. The herbal blend no longer brought him any relief, but he smoked one after another anyway. He knew that if his hands were empty, he’d use them to crush someone’s skull.

"What about the Gypsy tribe?" he asked at last, turning to Gian, who had just returned from a meeting with the nomads.

"They’re ready," Gian said, lowering the hood of his black cloak. "They’re leaving for their positions as we speak."

Rhaegar gave a curt nod and turned his gaze back to the palace.

His men were already positioned all across Erelith—along the borders of every kingdom, in the darkest corners of the capital, surrounding the homes of noblemen, and most critically, encircling the royal palace. That palace had become the stronghold of the darkness Queen Althea sought to spread across the land.

Every night, without fail, Rhaegar came to the palace. Ever since the beasts infiltrated its walls with the help of the Gypsy tribe, he had stood silently near Lorelai’s wing, willing her to remember him. Desperation clung to him like a shadow.

He had managed to forge a fragile connection with her in her dreams, piercing through the thick fog of Althea’s magic. Yet, each time Lorelai opened her eyes, the spell severed their bond as though it had never existed.

Rhaegar’s patience was thinning. The fire of his resolve burned hotter with every passing moment. He was ready to fight, ready to destroy everything in his path if necessary. All he needed was for his wife to give the command.

***

Lorelai stood before the entrance to Kai’s bedroom, her small hands clutching tightly at the sides of her flowing lace nightgown. It was not something she typically wore. Tonight, however, as the king himself had summoned her to his chambers, Marianna had deemed the occasion special enough to prepare a beautiful yet uncomfortably revealing outfit.

The princess felt exposed. The sheer fabric of the nightgown barely concealed her bare skin, and she anxiously tightened the silk robe around her shoulders, seeking at least a semblance of protection.

She raised her hand to knock, but the muffled blend of sounds filtering through the heavy wooden door froze her in place. Her fingers trembled as they fell back to her side. Though naive and inexperienced, Lorelai was not so innocent as to misunderstand the nature of what was happening inside.

When she finally pushed the door open, a thick, cloying wave of vanilla, lavender, and liquor washed over her. The saccharine scent clung to her like an invisible, oppressive veil of moisture. She shivered as it seemed to seep into her very skin, making the delicate fabric of her nightgown stick uncomfortably to her body, as if the air itself sought to ensnare her.

Kai’s bedroom was cloaked in darkness, with only a single candelabrum on the nightstand casting a dim, flickering light over the scene. The air was thick with the bittersweet aroma of hookah smoke, swirling in white clouds that made it difficult to fully make out what was happening.

Lorelai winced as the smoke invaded her lungs, her body instinctively rejecting the acrid air. A fit of coughing escaped her, loud enough to draw attention. From an armchair near the bed, a woman rose, her bare skin illuminated briefly by the candlelight. Lorelai’s breath caught in her throat as she realized the woman was completely naked.

"Your Majesty," the woman purred, her voice dripping with seductive confidence as she approached the bed and swept aside the sheer curtains surrounding it.

Lorelai’s knees threatened to buckle when her gaze fell upon the scene within.

Kai lay sprawled on the bed, his body entwined with those of three women.

One straddled him, her hips moving rhythmically as moans and gasps of pleasure escaped her lips. The slap of skin meeting skin was unmistakable in the heavy silence of the room.

To his right, another woman coiled herself around him like a serpent, pressing wet, fervent kisses along his neck and chest. One hand wandered sensually over his torso while the other moved between her own thighs, her movements rapid and unashamed.

A third woman knelt beside him, her pendulous breasts clasped between her hands as she pressed them against his face. Kai’s mouth latched onto her with a raw, almost desperate hunger, while his left hand worked feverishly between her legs.

The sight made Lorelai’s stomach churn. She had heard whispers of the king’s infamous orgies, but she had always dismissed them, convincing herself that seeing such debauchery in person would neither surprise nor hurt her. Yet now, confronted with the grotesque intimacy of it all, she felt nothing but a cold, crawling terror deep in her chest.

The woman atop Kai let out a piercing moan as her body stilled. She leaned back, her hands braced against his thighs, head lolling in ecstasy. But her moment of bliss was interrupted as her eyes fluttered open—and widened in shock. She froze, her gaze locking onto Lorelai, who stood trembling at the foot of the bed.

"Your Majesty," the woman exhaled each word loudly, her voice cutting through the haze of smoke and pleasure.

Kai’s lips paused mid-motion, and with a sharp twist of his mouth, he spat the woman’s nipple out as though it had suddenly become distasteful. His green eyes shifted toward the doorway, locking onto Lorelai’s trembling figure.

"You’re finally here, Lorelai."