Mag-log inWARNING: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN STEAMY AND SEXUAL CONTENT WHICH IS STRICTLY NOT FOR KIDS UNDER +18! The bathroom door creaked open. And then—barefoot, toweling his hair, abs slick with water, stood. Broad-shouldered. Golden-tanned and muscled like a demi-god. The thing swinging between his legs, long and thick and heavy. Our eyes locked. My mouth dropped. My voice cracked. “Brother-in-law?" The Lycan King’s face hardened with recognition. “What the hell are you doing naked in my bed?” ***** After being cheated on by his boyfriend, betrayed by his best friend, and framed by his boyfriend's first love, Lucian thought life couldn’t get any worse as he scrubbed servants’ filthy toilets with a bruised face. Until he was stripped and thrown onto the bed of the homophobic Lycan King, awaiting his death. Elias, the newly crowned Lycan King and Lucian’s brother-in-law, is cold, ruthless, and homophobic. He believes Lucian, who ran away with his so-called "boyfriend," irresponsibly abandoned his sister, blaming him for all the misfortune that followed. This deep-seated hatred has festered within him ever since. ***** If Elias discovers that Lucian is his mate, will he abandon his intention to torment him? On the other hand, will Lucian, who can not communicate with his wolf, realize that his mate is actually his brother-in-law?
view more*****Kingdom of Kuragari ***Edyrm didn’t move immediately.That was what made Elias notice.They had just turned away from the palace, just stepped out of the direct line of refusal, tension still thick in the air, the guards behind them holding formation, waiting for the next move.Elias expected Edyrm to follow.He didn’t.Instead, Edyrm stood still, his gaze unfocused, not on the guards, not on the structure ahead, but somewhere else entirely.Thinking.Elias turned slightly. “What.”Edyrm didn’t answer right away.His jaw tightened, his brows pulling together as something clicked into place, something he had missed earlier, something buried beneath everything else they had already torn through.“No,” he muttered under his breath.Elias’ gaze sharpened. “What.”Edyrm exhaled once, slow, then looked at him.“There’s one more place.”A pause.“Not a dungeon,” he added. “Not officially.”Elias didn’t hesitate. “Then that’s where they are.”Edyrm nodded once. “If I were them? Yeah.”A
**** Kingdom of Kuragari****(Vulwin's attempted illusion on Grace. Making seem like they are old friends)The torches along the stone corridor had burned low by the time Vulwin and Lucian descended the narrow stairwell that led to the holding cells beneath the fortress. The air changed the moment they crossed the threshold, thick with damp, cold in a way that seeped through fabric and bit at skin, carrying with it the stale smell of stone that had not seen sunlight in decades. Their footsteps echoed against the floor, bouncing off the curved walls in hollow, lonely repetitions that seemed to mock the silence around them.Vulwin walked ahead, torch in hand, the amber light carving shadows across the hard planes of his face. He said nothing. He rarely did in places like this. There was something about dungeons that stripped away the need for conversation or perhaps it was simply that neither of them wanted to acknowledge what they were walking toward.Lucian followed a half-step behin
****Kingdom of Kuragari ****They did not stop.They couldn’t.Not with every empty cell tightening something in Elias’ chest, not with every corridor leading to nothing but stone and silence. The deeper they went, the more the Kingdom revealed itself—not openly, not generously, but in fragments.Layers.Hidden paths.Doors that did not look like doors until Edyrm forced them open.And still, nothing.The next dungeon was buried beneath a structure that looked ceremonial from the outside.Tall.Severe.Too pristine to suggest what lay beneath it.Edyrm paused at the entrance, his gaze flicking over the architecture before settling into something sharper. “This one’s different.”Elias didn’t slow. “They all are.”“No,” Edyrm said, stepping forward, his voice lower now. “This one is meant to be seen.”A pause.“Which means what’s under it isn’t.”Elias didn’t respond.But he adjusted.The moment they crossed the threshold, the air shifted again—thicker, colder, pressing in from all side
**** Kingdom of Kuragari*****The first dungeon was empty.Not abandoned, never that. The Dark Elf Kingdom did not waste space, did not leave structures without purpose. The cells were occupied, chains still warm from recent use, the air thick with the scent of iron and something older, something that clung to the stone like memory.But not them.Not Lucian.Not Vulwin.Elias stood at the center of the corridor, his gaze sweeping over every cell, every shadowed corner, every place a body could be hidden.Nothing.His jaw tightened.“Next,” he said.Edyrm didn’t argue.They didn’t move through the kingdom quietly anymore.There was no point.The moment they breached the first dungeon, the alarms spread—not loud, not chaotic, but controlled. Signals passed through unseen channels, shadows shifting in response, defenses tightening with precision that spoke of discipline far beyond ordinary forces.Every dungeon after that was harder to reach.The second was deeper.Carved into the rock b
The temple stood silent, though its halls were far from empty. Torches flickered along the stone corridors, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed almost alive. The scent of incense—sweet, heavy, and oppressive—clung to every surface. Somewhere in the distance, water dripped from the stone ceili
GRACE Soon, my son would look at me and only me!!!Lucian would be out of Elias life abs have more say in there.He'd finally be able to listen to me and accept whoever I want him to, whoever I think is good for me.He'd hear me and actually listen..I wished I could give back to the pack and let
**** Kingdom of Kuragari ****"Because I can be useful," Rowan repliedThe masked person leaned in, "How exactly?""We both want to see the end of the Lycans. I can help with that.""Really? Do you really?" Do you think I'd believe that?"Even though Rowan was as still as a statue, a sweat broke ou
GRACE The Council chamber always smells like dust and secrets.I hate it.The stones are cold beneath my feet as I walk to the center of the circle, twelve shadows watching me like I’m a specimen laid out for dissection. No throne here. No banners. Just power, quiet, suffocating power.My pulse po
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