The Dark Forest: The Lycan King’s Fated Mate
Amara is just an Alpha’s daughter. Though, she’s treated like she isn’t. Abused, hated, and treated like garbage, she found a way to survive with her family. And at the age of 24, she still hadn’t found her mate, so she was chosen to attend a ball at per the Dark Lycan kings request, along with 39 other unmated females from surrounding packs.Scared and lonely, she is forced to endure the ball with her strength. That is.. until she ends up finding her mate. Sebastian has a dark past. Every night is always the same with him. He can’t sleep, especially after the death of his wife. Plagued by nightmares, his beast takes control every night wreaking havoc upon his palace. He doesn’t even remember the night his chosen mate died, only the aftermath. Only finding her in his bed with him covered in her blood. But then, he met Amara.The Moon Goddess had given him a mate, even after taking a chosen mate and losing her.And his fear of what would happen to her grew stronger with every night he watched her sleep in his bed. Afraid that one day she would cease to exist. That he would be the cause.. or maybe even the many snakes that stay within the walls of the palace.Will Sebastian finally be able to trust himself enough to love her? Will Amara be the one to break through his walls? Will Amara be able to love such a beast, even as she fights the bond alongside him?
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Chapter: 90. She stepped Sebastian POV The fire burns low in the hearth, its glow pooling across the chamber in waves of amber and shadow, painting the walls in slow-moving light that feels quieter than the chaos still echoing through my skull. Amara sleeps in the bed behind me. I sit in the chair nearest the fireplace, elbows braced against my knees, hands laced together so tightly the joints ache beneath dried blood that refuses to fully wash away. The scent of iron still clings to my skin, crawling into every breath I take, stubborn as memory and just as unwelcome. Interrogation always leaves something behind. Not just bruises on another man’s flesh, but echoes that linger in the mind long after fists stop swinging and bones stop cracking. Morvella. The name turns slowly in my thoughts like a blade being sharpened against stone. She should be dead. Has been dead for years, buried beneath history and dust, remembered only in whispers meant to frighten children into obedience and keep
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-05-22
Chapter: 89. Well, this is just fucking great. Sebastian POV The dungeon smells like iron, rot, and wet stone. A scent that settles into the lungs and lingers there long after leaving. And tonight, it feels almost comforting, like stepping into a place where truth is stripped down to bone and lies have nowhere left to hide. Torches burn low along the walls, their flames bending in restless drafts that slither through the corridor like unseen fingers, casting long shadows that stretch and twitch across the floor as if eager to witness what is about to unfold. The guards drag the servant between them, their boots scraping harshly against the stone as his heels leave smeared streaks of blood across the floor, his head lolling forward from where Luther’s earlier strike cracked bone and rattled sense loose inside his skull. He groans as they force him into the iron chair at the center of the chamber, chains rattling as wrists are bound tight against thick metal rings hammered into place decades ago. They were forged in
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Chapter: 88. Take him Amara POV The Grand Hall feels different when it is full of servants instead of nobles. Quieter in some ways. Louder in others. The hush of hundreds of bodies holding breath carries a strange kind of weight, like standing beneath snow-heavy branches that could snap without warning. Sebastian made the order less than an hour ago. All staff. All servants. All guards not actively posted at the gates. Everyone. Now they stand before us in careful rows, shoulder to shoulder beneath the vaulted ceiling, their uniforms forming dark waves across polished marble. Some faces I know. Some I do not. All of them look up toward the dais where Sebastian and I stand as if we are statues carved from something harder than flesh. I keep my chin lifted. Not because I feel brave. Because weakness smells like blood in water, and this castle already feels too much like a hunting ground. Sebastian stands beside me, tall and immovable, a storm contained inside skin and bone. His prese
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Chapter: 87. What is the queen Amara POV Three days pass like stones dropped into deep water, each one sinking with quiet weight while ripples spread farther than I can see. Feeding becomes routine rather than chaos, a grim sort of discipline carved into my days with careful precision. The first morning after Lola’s terror, Sebastian brings a healer to check on her personally, and by midday the story spreads through the castle like smoke sneaking beneath doors. No one says it to my face, yet I feel the questions lingering in every bowed head and cautious glance. What is the queen? Not who. What. Cause clearly I’m not just a wolf. The question follows me through corridors like an unseen shadow stretching longer with every passing hour. The art room becomes my refuge again, the one place where silence still feels honest rather than strained. Canvas waits patiently in front of me, stretched tight across its frame, as if daring me to spill the chaos inside my skull into something visible. My br
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Chapter: 86. Those aren’t canines Amara POV The scent of her curls through the room like smoke that refuses to thin, sweet and alive and dangerously inviting as it slips beneath my control and settles somewhere deep inside the hollow ache clawing at my stomach. Hunger presses against my ribs with growing insistence, not the dull whisper I have managed to endure these past days, but a sharp, gnawing thing that scrapes against restraint like claws against stone. I draw in a slow breath through my nose, forcing my lungs to fill with the familiar scent of paint and oil instead of the living warmth standing just a few feet away, yet it does little to dull the violent edge creeping into my thoughts. Lola steps farther into the room, unaware of the storm gathering behind my eyes, her hands twisting together as nervous energy spills into motion that only draws my attention more firmly to the steady rhythm pulsing beneath the delicate skin of her wrist. That sound becomes unbearable in its clarity, each beat ech
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Chapter: 85. Not now Amara POV The world reshapes itself in a breath of silver and violet, the portal folding shut behind us with a soft crackle that feels like the snap of ice sealing over deep water. One moment there is light and humming magic, and the next there is stone beneath my boots and the familiar weight of the castle pressing in from every direction. The air smells different here, heavier somehow, thick with scents that do not belong to quiet halls or disciplined order. Home should feel steady, like a heartbeat you know by memory alone, but something in the rhythm feels wrong. The first thing I notice is the noise. Laughter spills down the corridor ahead in careless waves, too loud, too sharp, carrying the wild edge of indulgence rather than the controlled murmur expected within these walls. Music drifts somewhere in the distance, not the soft instrumental tones used during formal evenings, but something faster and unruly that makes the stone itself seem restless beneath my feet. My
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Chapter: 94: Thank you for finding meViolette POV “I now pronounce you husband and wife. King Viktor, you may kiss your lovely bride.” The minister said. Viktor didn’t hesitate to pull me into his arms. He placed a hand behind my neck and the other on my lower back and pressed his soft lips against mine. “I love you.” He whispered against me. “And I love you.” I smiled. He picked me up and spun me around as the room around us cheered happily. “Now, per the requests of the King, I will be crowning Princess Violette as our Queen, now.” The minister said. He walked up to me and I kneeled. “You will make a great Queen, lady Violette. Long may you reign.” He said as he placed the crown on my head. He held his hand out for me but before I could grab it, Viktor growled. “Mine.” He growled. The minister chuckled nervously as he backed away. Viktor held his hand out for me and I grabbed it. The crowd burst into laughter and cheers at the sight of their new Queen. “Should we run? I can’t wait to get you out of this gown.”
Dernière mise à jour: 2023-05-01
Chapter: 93. A good QueenViolette POV “You may kiss the bride.” The pastor said. Cedric pulled her in for a kiss and the crowd went crazy. Little Colette cooed contently in my arms, Viktor holding my hand tightly. “The tiara suits her well.” Viktor said. I gave him a smile. “It does, doesn’t it?” I asked. He nodded in approval. “We should go, the fireworks are about to start.” He said as he got up. I’d just announced Lillian as the ruler, and she’s already made a change. I love it. I walked over to Beatrice and Sylvia. “Let me take her. You both go enjoy the fireworks.” Beatrice said with a smile. I handed Colette to her and she quickly took off with Sylvia. “Ready?” He asked. I nodded. “More than ready.” I said. We followed Cedric and Lillian out of the main door along with the crowd of people. As if on cue, the fireworks began. Viktor pulled me to the front of the crowd as we watched.. a bright smile plastered on his face. “I love you.” He said softly. “I love you.” I replied. I cupped his face
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Chapter: 92. I look like a princess!Violette POV “Oh, Princess.. I’m so glad you’re awake.” Lillian ran up to the bed and held me tightly. “She’s no longer a princess.” Viktor said. Lillian pulled away and looked at me, then her eyes widened. “Your father.. now you’re the Queen of Dubois werewolves.” She said. I let out a shaky sigh. “After the coronation.. yes.” I said. “And that will be tomorrow.. if you’re up for it. They want to make you Queen as soon as possible.” Viktor said. I looked at him and nodded. “How will we take care of two kingdoms.. they’re so far apart.” I said. “We.. we will probably have to appoint someone to do so until our pups come of age.” Viktor said. My eyes drifted to Lillian. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked. “You could do it.. right? Just rule in my stead until our pups can take over?” I asked. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “Violette.. I don’t know..” she said softly. “Who else? I trust you so much.. I know you will do right by my kingdom. It’s no
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Chapter: 91. ColetteViolette POV Where am I? What happened? My mind flashed with memories and my eyes shot open. My pup.. where’s my pup? My hands rolled over my empty belly. Where’s my pup? “Viktor? Viktor!” I cried frantically. I heard quick footsteps and a door opened, Viktor ran out of his office and over to me. “Violette? You’re awake! Goddess.. I was afraid..” he cupped my face and looked at me. He doesn’t seem to have gotten much sleep. His black hair was tousled.. his dark bags under his brown eyes.. “What happened? Where’s the pup?” I cried. My fingers kept running over my empty, flat belly. I curse werewolf healing. “She’s okay! She’s perfect Violette.” He said softly. He wiped my tears away with his thumbs. “She?” I asked. “You don’t remember?” He responded. “I do.. but everything after my.. Father is blurry.” I said. He visibly tensed at the mention of my Father. “You.. remember what happened? That you.. killed him?” He asked. I nodded. “Where is she? I want to see her.. I need
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Chapter: 90. She’s perfectViktor POV “I’ll kill everyone if she’s not okay!” I growled through mind link as I followed her scent. Loren and several others followed closely behind as our claws dug into the earth. “It was Boris! We couldn’t find him anywhere and servants said they saw him leave in the direction of your chambers. It has to be him.” Enzo bellowed. I felt a sharp pain in my cheek and growled.. she’s being hurt! I have to get to her.. I have to get to them.. I ran as fast as I possibly could.. I could feel her fear.. her pain.. being marked linked me to her, same with her mark.. I searched for Arthur.. but he was nowhere to be found. I knew.. I just knew when I couldn’t find him that he was after her. After half an hour of running, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and tumbled to the ground. “Ah!” I growled as I shifted back into human form. I held my stomach but there was no blood.. Violette.. I gathered myself but felt rage like you wouldn’t believe.. hurt.. pain.. sorrow.. what is happe
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Chapter: 89. I..will pushViolette POV “Look at my daughter.. finally able to do things that are necessary,” Father said as he walked towards me. His white hair flashed brightly in my sight as the rest of him was blurry. I let out a scream of pain as another wave of contractions rolled through me. “You know.. after all these years.. I can’t believe you were strong enough to survive two attempts on your life.” He said. I tried to move away from him as he walked towards me.. but I was just too weak.. “Fuck you,” I growled. “That’s no way to treat your father.. I took care of you. Made you who you are.” He growled lightly as he kneeled in front of me. “Why.. are you doing this?” I asked through my heavy breaths. My gown was soaking in my blood.. I tried to hold my hand against it but I don’t think it is doing much. “You know why, my sweet daughter..” he said as he tried to reach for my face. I jerked my head back and held the blood-soaked, silver knife between us. He let out a chuckle. “You won’t.” He sai
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