All Chapters of My Ruthless Lycan King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

IVYI watched as Aunt Marissa and Zeus stepped outside the room with their voices fading behind the heavy oak door. My mind was spinning, curiosity biting hard at my thoughts. Something about the urgency in Zeus’s voice, the look on Aunt Marissa’s face sharp with shock, pale with recognition made my stomach twist. I wanted to lie to myself, to brush it off, but I couldn’t ignore it. I needed to know who had arrived at the pack and what made them both look like the ground had been ripped out from under their feet.I exhaled slowly and turned my gaze to the small bottle of poison I had placed on the nightstand. The clear liquid shimmered faintly in the light, mocking me with its stillness. I had dropped it there just moments ago, torn by the weight of the choice I had made. My eyes moved to my sleeping sister, her breaths shallow, her body still recovering.“I just need to get more herbs,” I muttered to myself, standing up and taking a shaky step toward the door but I didn’t get far

IVYA few minutes earlier, I had taken that moment as a chance to check on what was going on but still grasp on why they were that scared.I opened the door and was shocked to see Zeus standing there with two ladies behind him. I stared, confused, unsure of what was happening.“Who are they?” I asked Zeus, but no one answered me. Then, out of nowhere, a hand slapped me across the face.I glanced back at them in shock, as I touched my cheek, stunned. I didn’t understand what I had done to deserve that.“Get out of my way and stop staring like some dumb creature,” the woman yelled at me.I glanced at Zeus, silently begging for an explanation.“She is not a maid,” he said quietly. “She’s her twin sister. She’s also one of the doctors recorded to care for Alpha Maddox.”I frowned. I could tell from the way he acted that something wasn’t right.“Who is she to my sister?” I asked again, my voice firmer this time.The woman shoved past me without answering and stormed into the room.I saw her

HAZEL“Maddox, what the fuck is wrong with you?” his mother shouted, her voice trembling with anger and fear as she rushed to his side.(Save our mate…) I heard it again, the strange voice that kept whispering in my head since I was bitten, like a song that wouldn’t stop singing in my bones.Helena was back, but I could feel it, she was different now, distant, not like before. She wouldn’t speak to me the same way, wouldn’t connect the way we used to. She was angry, hurt, bitter even. I had pushed her too far. I had betrayed her by nearly destroying what we both loved. I killed her pups. I almost killed her mate. And no matter how much I tried to speak to her, to beg for forgiveness, she would break off our connection like it burned her to even hear me.“Maddox…” I called out again, reaching for him, but his body gave out, crashing to the floor with blood pouring across the cold surface. “Call the pack doctor!” I screamed, panic rising in my throat. Ivy tried to step forward, but I

HAZELThe soft morning light peeked through the curtains as I stood in the kitchen, the smell of fried onions and pepper already dancing in the air. My hands moved quickly, slicing, stirring, tasting. I had already made three full dishes, and Ivy had helped with the fourth, even though I was struggling to stand straight. She had been trying her best to gain my attention while I just ignored her.“You should go and rest, Hazel,” Ivy said gently, holding a bowl of soup. “You are still healing. Please.”“I said I am fine,” I replied without looking at her. My voice was firm, not because I wanted to be rude but because I didn’t want to stop. I needed to do this. Ivy didn’t argue again, but I felt her eyes on me. I turned away to grab some vegetables, planning to make something light for Maddox's stomach, when suddenly I heard Ivy let out a small yelp.I turned around fast. “What happened?”She was holding her thumb. “I… just cut myself. It’s nothing.” She tried to brush it off.My hear

HAZELThe night was so quiet I could hear his heartbeat against my shoulder. He had kissed my forehead again and again without saying a word, and each one felt like an apology, a promise, a piece of him returning to me.I stayed right there beside him under the moonlight, letting my fingers gently trace over the veins of his hand, holding it like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.Regret burning through me I made him this way, I hurt him so bad that I made him weak all because I am consumed by my revenge.He smiled tonight and laughed several times. Even though he was in pain, even though I could see how his body was breaking beneath that smile, he still gave it to me. And I saw how he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t watching. Like I was something he didn’t think he deserved. Like he was scared this was all a dream. How did I win his heart so much that he didn't have anyone else in his heart but me?I lifted my head slowly and turned to him. “Let’s go inside,”