All Chapters of The Lycan King's Affection : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CAMILLE'S POVThe private jet streaked across the sky, but it couldn't go fast enough for me. Every minute dragged by like an eternity as I sat rigid in my seat, my hands clenched into fists. Dimitri reached over to grip my arm, offering silent comfort, but I could barely feel it through the panic pounding in my veins.Ophelia and Neal's grave expressions mirrored my own fear. We had to make it to Ravenford. I had to find my son before it was too late.Dimitri would have loved to carry an army along with him to get rid of Eva. But there was only so much a jet could carry.When the jet finally touched down, we burst out onto the tarmac, hurrying to the rental car waiting for us. I wrenched open the door and threw myself into the passenger seat, needing to be the first set of eyes on the road to the Ravenwood Forest. Dimitri drove like a madman, the trees and buildings blurring past as we raced towards our destination. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything but the bu

SPECIAL CHAPTER NINE: OPHELIA COTTONWOODAUTHOR'S NOTE: Special chapters serve to shed light on the perspectives of minor characters, providing insight into their roles in the unfolding narrative.Seeking nature's aid to locate Eva Dumont proved a grave misstep. It robbed us of the element of surprise, granting that vile monster precious time to prepare.As the first gunshot rang out, my gaze locked onto Camille, undoubtedly the intended target. I stood frozen, unable to summon my magic or even move a muscle.Then, in a heartbeat, the Lycan King's Beta threw himself into the bullet's path, shielding Camille from certain death. Horror gripped me as I witnessed his body crumple, the fatal shot meant for another striking true.Camille rushed to his side, her healing gifts desperately attempting to mend the grievous wound. But we all knew, even if her powers hadn't failed her, If it was one of those bullets cocktailed in silvermist and wolfsbane. The damage would be too severe for even he

CAMILLE'S POV"It is time, Camille." A familiar voice bellowed."Time for what?" I asked, turning in the direction of the voice. I couldn't exactly make out the figure. But I recognized the voice of my wolf, and I could make out its silhouette from where I stood. "You recently told me you didn't want to shut me out anymore. You said you wanted to share our pains and desires. I know you better than anyone else because we are one and the same, Camille. You feel grief from Neal's death, and you desire to kill Eva. I can help." This was my mind. This was my wolf's domain. An unsettling negative energy consumed me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right."We must be reborn together," my wolf continued. "It's the only way to bring Neal back and save the others in danger."While I accepted her as part of me, her words bothered me deeply because it felt dishonest. "Can we even do that?""Why not?" The voice retorted. My gaze shifted to the space around us, and I took

SPECIAL CHAPTER NINE: NEAL GALDINAAUTHOR'S NOTE: Special chapters serve to shed light on the perspectives of minor characters, providing insight into their roles in the unfolding narrative.I was fading fast. The pain ripped through my body with every strained breath. Dimitri and Camille's voices rang out, desperate for me to hang on, to stay awake. But the darkness closed in, blurring their panicked faces.Was this it? Was I about to find out what the big mystery was all about? I'd always figured myself for hell after what my ancestors did - that whole thing with killing off the Mad God's lover. Tough break, but what could you do?My eyelids grew heavy. Too heavy to keep open any longer. I let them slide shut as the blackness fully took over. Then - nothing. Just...nothing. No pain, no fear, no thoughts even. A pure blank void.How long did that nothing last? Impossible to say. But then, just as quickly, my eyes snapped back open. I squinted against a blinding white light that se

CAMILLE'S POV I sprinted back to the cabin with a fragile heart that raced with terror. While I had been caught up in all that anger, I didn't stop to think about Collins and his curse. It was already past midnight. The twins were now of age, and that meant the curse had come into the picture. The moonlight cast an eerie glow on the dislodged roof, serving as a stark reminder of the chaos that had unfolded.When I reached the cabin door, I hesitated, my breath forming wisps in the chilly night air as I stared at the space where a door was supposed to be.There was something around the house. Tentatively, my fingers reached out and encountered an invisible barrier—a crackling, palpable field of magic energy seemingly meant to either protect or imprison. It was as if my body and soul knew what to do. With a determined breath, I focused all my willpower and energy and ordered the barrier to shatter. I felt it give way, the energy dissipating like fragile glass, leaving me standing