Todos los capítulos de The Lycan fated mate : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Still on Uriah's POV:I lay in my room, my mind consumed by thoughts of my upcoming confrontation with Nabita, my elder sister. The weight of her wickedness and manipulations pressed upon me, fueling a malevolent fire within. My emotions swirled, transforming my once serene countenance into a visage of fury. My eyes burned with an intense red hue, mirroring the rage that coursed through my veins.Unable to bear the confines of my room any longer, I resolved to seek solace in the familiar warmth of the palace kitchen. As I made my way down the grand hallways, the staff members, from cooks to chefs, caught sight of me and immediately bowed in respect. I offered them a gentle smile, appreciating their unwavering loyalty, and engaged them in friendly conversation.Surrounded by the bustling activity of the kitchen, the tantalizing aromas of simmering spices and freshly baked bread filled the air. The clatter of utensils against pots and pans provided a comforting symphony, drowning out the

The Coronation day ; The grand hall was transformed into a breathtaking spectacle of elegance and opulence in honor of the coronation of the new Lycan Queen, Uriah. The room was adorned with intricate tapestries, richly colored banners, and shimmering crystal chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow over the proceedings. Magnificent floral arrangements, filled with roses, lilies, and other exotic blooms, adorned the tables, emanating a sweet fragrance that wafted through the air.As the guests arrived, their eyes widened with awe at the grandeur that greeted them. Werewolf kings from distant packs, distinguished by their regal attire and commanding presence, graced the event with their esteemed presence. They exchanged cordial greetings, engaging in conversations filled with reverence and camaraderie. The air was abuzz with anticipation, as the wolves from different lands came together to pay homage to their new queen.The evening's entertainment was a carefully curated spectacle de

With the weight of the crown resting upon her head, Uriah, the newly crowned Lycan queen, found herself immersed in a whirlwind of responsibilities. As the sun rose on her first day as queen, she stood before the assembled pack, her voice resolute and commanding."My fellow Lycans," she began, her tone filled with a mixture of determination and compassion, "I stand before you today as your queen, ready to shoulder the burden of leadership. It is with great honor that I accept this role, and I vow to serve you all with unwavering dedication."The pack members listened attentively, their eyes fixed on their new leader. They recognized the strength and wisdom that radiated from Uriah, and their hearts swelled with pride at the prospect of following her. With a sense of unity, they pledged their loyalty to their queen, promising to support her in her endeavors and protect the pack with their lives.As the days passed, Uriah settled into her role as queen with grace and poise. She tireless

I quickly sent a message across to the Lycan abode, carefully crafting my words to invoke concern and the need for assistance. It was a ruse, a ploy to lure Uriah into my trap. I knew she would feel obligated to come, to help me in my supposed time of need. The plan was set in motion, and I eagerly awaited her arrival.The message reached the Lycan pack swiftly, and it wasn't long before Uriah's response came. She expressed her worry and insisted on coming to my aid, her sense of duty overpowering any doubts she may have harbored. I knew her all too well, her compassionate nature and her desire to mend broken bonds. It was the perfect opportunity to execute my next move.As I waited for Uriah's arrival, my mind raced with thoughts of the chaos I had orchestrated. I had carefully laid the groundwork, creating a situation that appeared innocent enough to the unknowing eye but held hidden dangers beneath the surface. It was a web of deceit, and I reveled in the intricate threads I had sp

Uriah’s pov ; I felt a flicker of unease deep within me as I observed Xavier, my husband, from across the room. Something was amiss, a subtle shift in his demeanor that raised my suspicions. Betrayal had become an all too familiar companion in my life, and this time, I vowed to uncover the truth.With practiced precision, I played my part, pretending to be oblivious to Xavier's hidden agenda. I carefully orchestrated my actions, ensuring they aligned with his expectations. It was a dangerous game, but I knew that to catch a deceiver, I had to outwit him at his own game.One evening, as the setting sun cast a warm glow through the window, Xavier approached me, his eyes filled with feigned concern. "Uriah, my love, I have been discussing some matters with the pack members. There are important decisions to be made, and I want you to be a part of it."I maintained a composed facade, my voice steady as I responded, "Of course, Xavier. I trust your judgment. Lead the way."Ins