บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Bride: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

‘CREAK!’ She thought of going up. She had the sudden urge but then she remembered the words Esmer had emphasized before sleeping. ‘Do not! Do not, in any circumstances, enter his room or wander around his room. No matter what you hear or see. If you do, the consequences stand with you. Only go when I’m there with you.’ She wondered why she specifically asked her not go in his room after her little stunt. The window in the room was shredded. Esmer had poured in her aura and built a vine wall to cover the damaged area of the wall where Rurik was ‘saved’ from. The place where the window used to be was a man-sized door. Then she went into his room alone and returned after two hours but didn’t tell her anything. Laylin asked again but the witch only glared at her before ignoring her. What did she plan on doing with him now that he was like this? And what was that she just saw, was it perhaps a demon… or his demon shadow? Yesterday it wasn't able to come this far. Her heart skipp

Esmer had assumed the Princess would cry in despair at the betrayal or might even laugh with burning vengeance but the Princess in front of her was just deep in thought, contemplating. Why was she so mature? “...She probably assumed I would die.” Laylin busily mumbled and Esmer blinked at her bluntness. “ It’s surprising they are ignoring it very conveniently that a wizard from their tribe is the root cause of this predicament in the first place.” Going through the content, she looked up at the witch who was observing her with keen hawk eyes. “Why do you have this? I thought you left Sarang Tribe and had no connection with them anymore so why are you receiving warning messages from them?” “It is a mistake from their side. When the tribe sends an emergency or celebratory signal like this, they usually use teleportation magic after using bodies as a designation. It's useful when you don't know where the person is but official letters will obviously need to be delivered properly with

Esmer felt her heart would stop when she was subjected to the prolonged silence. Somehow she knew what was coming. She was sitting slumped on the sofa with no control over her body. Her eyes were glazed gray. Her consciousness was being projected in her little familiar bushtit who was sitting on the branches that covered the broken window with her head the other way. If someone was to sever her body, she wouldn't feel a thing as her consciousness was elsewhere but soon she would be forced to return to her body as her aura would run out. It was a strange state of mind: to an outsider it will look like she was in a comma. “The drink that day I…” Her heart thumped down. That stupid child! Didn't she understand she was provoking a half-demon when he was already out with his mind? “I poisoned it.” The Older Witch almost felt like hitting her own head somewhere. She had a faint idea already that the Princess had been beating herself for being involved in the poisoning. His body was

Her eyes fell on him. She couldn’t believe she had been living with this man for months and still, they fought like cats and dogs. Her angelic image in Ehan wasn’t a lie. She was a calm person who had a rational mindset but this man riled her up like a street urchin. "Lock me? You dare!" Laylin was speechless. "Have you forgotten, I'm not a pitiful human? As of today, I'll stop living as such either." She huffed, seeing his left eye twitch. "Your people won't stand by when you raise your sword on the White Wolf, they will stand in your way!" Despite struggling to breathe, the Older Witch tried to smile. Esmer felt her heart swell at the brave Princess standing up for herself. "It won't matter when they are dead." “Huh.” A headache was blinding her in one eye. “Nothing gets through you! Have you forgotten why you made me your mistress? Because your people are blinded by superficial beliefs! How do you think your people will react when you kill the White Wolf of the legends?!” She

On the other hand, left with no other choice, Ambrose cursed at his dumb head to trust a witch yet again when it hadn’t been a week since he was poisoned by one. The black energy surrounding his body shifted, and his beast, in the shape of a giant humunoid wolf wounded around the king’s body. His heavy body slowed Ambrose’s fall as he leaped down in a creek, the ruined Execution Place had given birth to and absorbed the shock as soon as his paws landed on the ground. “What fallacy!” The snake like creature that was crawling, half swinging in air launched towards the King. It was getting enormous in size by the second or maybe it seemed that way when he was this close. Even the King knew a beast this size won’t go down easy, he needed a weakness and naturally he jumped up to pluck it’s eyes out. Ambrose was quick to make slash in a quick unexpected leap and the monster unexpectedly shrieked and flailed about as it took the blow. Blue shimmery liquid from the cut bled out. The woun