All Chapters of The Silver Wolf: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The King was the most resilient among them all, as he maintained his calm and gait attitude throughout the Prince’s words. The only time he reacted was when the Prince cut him off initially.He silently watched and listened as the Prince talked without telling him to stop.However, as the Prince kept talking, he began questioning the reason behind his action.He knows his son too well to know that he would not do something of this nature publicly if it were not of great importance.When the Prince finished talking, salience befell the entire court as everyone waited in great anticipation for the King’s reaction.The silence elongated for a few minutes before the King finally cleared his throat, thereby breaking the silence.Everyone inhaled sharply as they watched the King slowly stand up from his throne and walk with unbothered steps toward the Prince.Two things crossed their mind at that moment.The first was…Oh no, the Prince is in trouble.He had succeeded in getting the King an

“I’ve known for a while now. Almost immediately after, she was captured and mistaken as a thief.” The Prince answered reluctantly, understanding what the King meant by his question, saying, Hearing his son’s reply, the King came to a halt and looked at him with a questioning gaze, asking, “Then why didn’t you mention it before now? Why did you keep it to yourself? Why did it take you so long to come out with it since you found out that early? Are you ashamed of a human as your mate? Is that why you didn’t say anything? If so, your mother and I raised you better than that.” The King bombarded him with question after the other.“No, Father, I’m not ashamed of her being my mate.” He heaved out a frustrated sigh and rubbed his face with both hands before continuing, “At first, the signs and bond weren’t vital enough for me to confirm it, and it took me a few weeks of several encounters to be sure. When I was certain of it and was on my way to locate her, I saw her being forced by someon

As she reminisced in pain about her life, hurried footsteps drew her attention back to the present. Scared, she curled, drew closer to the shadows of the walls, and tried to make herself as invisible as possible. However, pain ignited all over her body as she did so, making her let out a strangled whimper. Her body was completely bruised and was not healing as it should have since she was a werewolf, but that wasn’t a surprise for her since she was a late bloomer and had yet to shift. But she wasn’t sure if truly she was a late bloomer or she was just unfortunate not to have a wolf. Though her family tried to hide it in their pack that she was yet to shift, one way or the other, it got out, which was also one of the reasons they were treated harsher than they were supposed to be treated. But she was already used to it. Shaking her head, she brushed aside her thoughts and tried to listen to what was happening around her while anxiously awaiting what was coming next. However, afte

Audree's PovGrowing up, the burden of inheriting my mum's powers had been on my shoulders.Burnes I never wanted or asked of in the first place.My multiple abilities started showcasing themselves when Mother was still unconscious, and I had foreseen her waking when I was at the age of five, six, or seven; I can't really remember what age I was then.Then the next was hearing animals talk, at first to my younger self, it was pretty fun because I had lots of friends to talk to and was never bored, but as I grew older, I found it annoying because I had to hear everything talk around even when I wanted quietness. Especially when I had not learned to control it and had to listen to animals, even insects talking. I grew to hate it and also didn't find any use for it.Other abilities I discovered were the ability to control elements such as air, water, fire, earth, and so on.Then on my sixteenth birthday, I developed physical enhancement like Mother did. I completely changed into a younge

DANTE'S POV They say when a Lycan loses his mate, he loses himself, also. His soul downs into a pit enshrouded in the darkness of despair and pain, and what emerges back to the surface is a beast. A beast that will kill anyone that stands in his path. A beast that will destroy everything destroyable. He would destroy cities and overturn empires. Armies will try to stop him, but his terror will be greater than the combined force of millions of werewolves. They are no match for him, for they do not understand his pain. When a werewolf loses its mate, it can mark another. However, a Lycan only has one... One mate. One chance at eternal happiness. The one chance of happiness that was on the verge of slipping away from my hold. Seeing as the life support that was attached to Divya was sounding erratic, no matter how Aunt Alexa tried to work her magic on her, indicating that her life was slipping away, I let out a heartrending howl that shook the entire palace walls before losing