All Chapters of The Dark Forest: The Lycan King’s Fated Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

Sebastian POV The barrier doesn’t just break. It collapses. The cracks splinter all at once, the silver light bursting outward in a violent wave that tears through the forest like a shockwave. The humming stops instantly. Dead. Gone. Like it was never there. For half a second.. Silence. Then the force of it hits us. Wind slams into my chest, ripping through my coat, sending leaves and dirt spiraling into the air. The magic disperses in a rush that makes the world feel.. lighter. Open. Free. I don’t wait. I step through. No resistance. No pain. Just empty air where a prison used to stand. “Sebastian-” Sybil starts. Too late. Amara moves at the same time I do. The moment she crosses that invisible line.. The bond snaps tight. Not painful. Not gentle either. It hits like a pull straight through my chest, something ancient and absolute

Amara POV The room does not settle after that. Even with Sebastian’s hand still wrapped around mine, even with the bond steady and warm where it had been strained just moments ago, the tension only shifts into something sharper. He chose me. I felt it, heard it, saw it. But that does not change where we are or who we are standing in front of. Leviath watches us like we are something newly interesting, like a game just took a turn he did not expect. “Well,” he says after a moment, his voice smooth and almost amused, “that went differently than I anticipated.” Sebastian does not respond right away, and he does not even look at him. His attention lingers on me for just a second longer, like he is making sure I am still there, still steady, still with him. Then his gaze shifts, and just like that, the warmth disappears, replaced by something colder and far more dangerous. “Get to the point,” Sebastian says. Leviath leans back slightly in his throne, completely at ease even

Amara POV The halls feel different this time, and I cannot tell if it is because the place has changed or that my mate is here. The last time I walked through these corridors, everything felt controlled, watched, and carefully measured. Every step I took felt like it belonged to someone else. Every breath felt borrowed. Now, Sebastian walks beside me, and nothing feels distant anymore. Everything feels sharper, more real, like the world has snapped back into focus. The servants guide us through the long corridors in silence. Their footsteps are soft against the polished black floors, and none of them dare to meet our eyes for more than a passing second. Still, I can feel it. The attention. The curiosity. The tension that lingers beneath the surface of everything here. Sebastian does not speak. His hand remains wrapped around mine, firm and steady, as if he has no intention of letting go. Every so often, his thumb brushes against my knuckles, absent but grounding, like he