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• Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir   Chapter 63 – Remedy

  Chapter 63 – RemedySelene’s POVThe healer’s words cling to me, heavy and cold, long after he’s left my side. It feels like they’ve sunk deep beneath my skin, poisoning me with the same helplessness that’s overtaking Aria. I manage a stiff nod, murmuring a thank you I don’t mean. What else can I say? What else can I do? The healer gives me that look... the one filled with quiet sorrow, the kind of look someone gives when they’ve seen too much loss. I see the sympathy in his eyes, but I don’t want it. I can’t bear it. If I take even a scrap of that pity into my heart, I’ll fall apart right here in front of him, in front of everyone.And so, I force myself to move. To do something. Anything.I throw myself into the chaos of the infirmary. My hands tremble, but I keep them busy. I change bandages that are already stained through. I fetch buckets of clean water, though my arms ache. I whisper soft words to frightened children and weary parents, though my voice feels like it might crack w

• Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir   Chapter 62 – Tainted River

  Chapter 62 – Tainted RiverSelene’s POVThe world has never felt so quiet, so crushingly still. I sit frozen at Aria’s bedside, my fingers trembling as they brush her soft cheek, cool but not cold. I keep telling myself that’s a good sign. That she’s still here. That I haven’t lost her. But with every second that passes, the fear burrows deeper. Her chest rises and falls, so faintly I have to lean in to see it, to reassure myself I’m not imagining it.“Aria,” I whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of my terror. I nudge her shoulder gently, then harder. “Baby, please. Open your eyes. Look at me. Just a little.” But she doesn’t stir. Not even the smallest twitch of her lashes. Not the tiniest sigh.My heart pounds so loudly I swear it echoes in my ears. I can’t sit here and do nothing. I can’t watch my child fade in front of me. Panic propels me to my feet, and I bolt from the house, barefoot, barely noticing the sting of stones against my soles.Lucian’s cabin comes into view, a

• Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir   Chapter 61 – The River’s Curse 

  Chapter 61 – The River’s Curse Selene’s POVThe final crackle of the fireworks fades into the night, leaving behind faint trails of smoke that twist and curl like ghostly fingers into the sky. The air feels heavy now... thick with the lingering scent of burnt powder and that quiet promise of rain. The kind of stillness that settles after a celebration, where for a heartbeat the world seems to hold its breath.I don’t move. I just stand there, watching the last spark die out, my heart pounding strangely in my chest. My thoughts are jumbled, like the smoke above me... drifting, directionless. And then, from the corner of my eye, I sense her.Joy.She steps up beside me so quietly that I almost don’t notice at first. There’s a gentleness about her tonight, as if she’s afraid that speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile peace of this moment.“Selene,” she says, her voice soft, her eyes kind but serious, “let me take Aria home.”I follow her gaze, and that’s when I see him.Darian.

• Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir   Chapter 60 – The day the light dimmed

  Chapter 60 – The day the light dimmedLucian’s POVI’ve always hated banquets. They’re nothing more than stages where masks are worn, not on faces like tonight’s masquerade, but in hearts. I’ve endured too many... lavish gatherings where nobles flatter one another with syrupy words while sharpening daggers behind their backs. I expected no better here, as I stepped into the Nightborne Pack’s grand hall. But I was wrong.The space isn’t large... not compared to the opulent ballrooms I’ve known... but it’s alive in a way those cavernous rooms never were. Soft silver fabric drapes the walls, shimmering under the warm, flickering light of a hundred candles. The tables don’t groan with excess, but what they do hold... woven garlands of forest blooms, carved figurines that could only have been shaped by loving hands... speaks of care, of pride. Laughter rings out, not forced or polished, but real. This room is small, yes, but it holds more joy than any royal feast I’ve ever attended.I find

• Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir   Chapter 59 - Sleepless Steps

  Chapter 59 - Sleepless StepsSelene’s POVDarian barely spared Lucian a nod, his attention snapping to me like he couldn’t contain the words bubbling on his tongue. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, and his grin was wide enough to match it.“Selene, tell me something... have you ever been to a real banquet? One of those grand ones, with music and dancing and feasts?” His voice was warm, coaxing, almost playful.I hesitated, caught off guard. The question tugged at old memories... Lucian, the auction, the intensity of that night. But with his memory fractured, did that even count? I swallowed, smoothing my expression. “No,” I said quietly, my tone not even close to his enthusiasm.Darian’s face lit up like a child with a secret gift. He clapped his hands together, the sound sharp in the still air. “Well then! That’s about to change. You, Aria... both of you are invited to the Nightborne pack’s banquet. Masquerade style!” He paused, savoring the moment before adding, “It’s later this

• Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir   Chapter 58 - The Bond Unseen

  Chapter 58 - The Bond UnseenSelene’s POVThey say nothing burns hotter than a mother’s love when her child is in danger... and in that moment, I felt it like wildfire in my veins. My heart thudded so hard I thought it might burst. My breath came in ragged gasps as I stumbled through the crowd, eyes wild, my voice raw.“Aria! Aria!” I called out, my voice cracking, my chest tight with panic. People turned to stare, their faces blurring past me. Some moved aside, giving me space as I pushed forward, but their sympathy did nothing to ease the terror knotting my stomach.My thoughts were a storm. She’s my everything. I can’t lose her. I can’t... The world around me seemed to spin. After I left Lucian, I’d been nothing but a ghost of myself. If it weren’t for Aria, I wouldn’t have lasted. I still remembered that awful day by the lake, how Darian had found me half-drowned, barely breathing. And even after he saved me… it was Aria who saved me. The thought of the life inside me kept me figh