Lahat ng Kabanata ng You are fated to a Mafia King - Rogue Lycan: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The Lycan King’s parting words echo in your mind as you stride toward Davide. The pull toward him is magnetic, a force you can no longer resist. Whatever doubts linger are silenced by the undeniable connection you feel—a bond that has been simmering beneath the surface, waiting for this moment to ignite.You stop in front of him, your heart pounding in your chest. His piercing gaze meets yours, and for a fleeting second, you think you see hesitation in his eyes. But you can’t stop now. With quiet resolve, you reach for him, leaning in to press your lips to his.The moment your skin touches his, a surge of heat and energy courses through you, raw and primal. Something deep within you clicks into place, a bond snapping tight, sealing your fate. For a brief, infinite moment, the world fades away. There is only him.But the moment is shattered.The door bursts open, slamming against the wall with enough force to make you flinch. A figure steps into the room, his presence like a thunderstor

The atmosphere in the castle shifted as the sound of the large doors opening echoed through the hallway. Elle, still reeling from the conversation with her mother, straightened her posture as she caught sight of the four young men entering the room. Despite their age—well over 300 years—they looked no older than their early twenties, a characteristic of their kind. Each one of them exuded an undeniable power, their presence filling the space as they moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural, yet elegant.Their eyes—blue, like the clearest sky—sparkled with a quiet intensity that hinted at the centuries of experience and authority behind them. They were tall, their frames long and lean, but their bodies were hardened by years of battle and leadership. Despite their beauty, there was an air of danger surrounding them, a promise of strength and command. They were not the kind of men you could ignore or easily dismiss.Vance took a step forward, his gaze fixing on Elle with a knowing

The soft morning light filtered in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You slowly blinked your eyes open, the fog of sleep still lingering in your mind. As your vision cleared, you saw him—Davide—sitting by your bedside, his eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that made your heart race. You couldn’t help but notice the subtle tension in his gaze, the uncertainty that lingered there."Do you hate me yet?" Davide’s voice was quiet, almost pleading, as if he were bracing for your response.For a long moment, you just stared at him, the weight of the years, of everything that had happened, pressing heavily on your chest. You felt a storm of emotions swirling inside you—anger, betrayal, and, beneath it all, an aching sense of longing."I hate and love you at the same time," you finally replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt heavy as they left your lips, a truth you had buried deep for so long. You remembered the woman you once were, desperate for him

Her sharp eyes scanned the trees beyond the cove, searching for the source of her unease. The scent of something foreign lingered in the salty air—something predatory.Jude’s smile faltered. "Elle, what’s wrong?"Before she could answer, a shadow moved.A figure emerged from the tree line—a man, tall and unnervingly still. His golden eyes gleamed with eerie intent, his presence radiating a silent threat. A hybrid.Elle’s breath caught in her throat.The assassin had found them.Jude noticed the change in her expression and turned, following her gaze. The moment he locked eyes with the intruder, realization struck. "Run," he whispered.But it was already too late.The hybrid tracker lunged, moving with inhuman speed.Elle reacted on instinct, shoving Jude back as she braced herself for the fight of her life.The battle was brutal. Elle and Jude fought together, but even with their combined strength, they were no match for the hybrid. He was faster, stronger, and relentless. Every blow E

You sit on the edge of your bed, your gaze distant, staring at the stone wall as though it might offer some comfort or answer. The weight of your thoughts presses down on you—thoughts of Elle, of her safety, of her fate. You hope she’s somewhere far from this madness, that she’s found a way to escape this life that’s been thrust upon her, a life you know all too well. You wish she could be free, free from the chains of royalty, from the expectations, from the constant battles for power.But deep down, you know the truth—she can’t escape it. Not without risking everything. Not without drawing the attention of forces that would crush her.And yet, you cling to that hope, that small spark of possibility that she might find a way out. You want so badly for her to live a life outside of this world of lies, manipulation, and bloodshed. But that wish, that dream, feels selfish. You don’t know if you’d survive it if something happened to her. The thought gnaws at your insides, making it harder