Lahat ng Kabanata ng OWNED BY THE LYCAN KINGS: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Saul’s POVI have never seen Roman this livid before.I always knew he was a mad man, but this was just utter insanity I was witnessing. Caelen was doing his best to keep Roman from killing the guards at the gate, but it was futile. The fuming man has already killed two of the poor fellas.“Bloody hell, Roman! Control yourself!” Caelen yelled, grabbing the fist that was repeatedly slamming into the skull of the half-dead guard. But it was no use because Roman just shook him off like he was some piece of paper.Caelen is strong but nowhere near as strong as Roman, especially when he is angry. I always knew from right back when we were kids that Roman always gained supernatural strength whenever he was upset. It was why I didn’t even bother to go near him. I preferred to just watch the whole scene from the sidelines.But I do hope they stop this banter soon. That bastard Reid fucking broke into our home and stole my girl. The only thing these idiots are meant to be focusing on is how t

Roman’s POVTen minutes earlier…I can feel her. She is close by.Despite our broken bond, I was able to track her down, but her traces were getting fainter and fainter. I did not know why, but I could feel this burning sensation at my nape, like I had just sustained a deep cut. I tried to ignore it, but the pain was rather alarming. “Is there something on my neck?” I asked Saul, who was seated right behind me. Caelen shoots me a glance, and I see Saul’s eyebrows furrow through the rearview mirror.“No,” he draws out slowly, clearly confused by my question.I scraped at my neck; the sensation slowly turned into a burning sting, and it was driving me insane. “Are you fucking sure? Check again.”“Bro, I am telling you that there is nothing on your damn neck,” Saul says with clear irritation. There is a moment of silence, and I catch his eyes widening when they fall on my neck once again. “Holy sh*t,” Saul mutters.“What? What is it?” I ask, doing my best to keep my focus on the road a

Caelen’s POV“No!”I lift my gaze as Reid’s roar fills my ears. His eyes are focused on Roman, who has his canines deep in Meredith’s neck. He is marking her.But why would he mark a corpse?My brain wracks for the answer, and when it dawns on me, I curse beneath my breath. Roman is a mad man. He should fucking know that if there is even the slightest bit of life in Meredith, marking her is sure to kill her. Mating was one of the most powerful processes in both Lycan and Wolf history. She is fighting for her life, and marking her would weaken her a great deal.I look around and curse at the sight of all our fallen soldiers. The majority of them have been torn to pieces; others have their necks twisted at odd angles. The bottom line was that they were all dead. I release a breath. I did not even know I was holding in when I saw Saul lying on the cement floor nearby with all his body parts still intact. His chest heaved up and down to show that he was still very much alive. He must h

Roman’s POV“Don’t you think it is about time you woke up?” The only response I get is the beating of the heart monitor. My eyelid twitches. A curse escapes my lips as I run my hand through my hair. It's been three days since the whole incident happened. I haven’t been able to get even an ounce of sleep.Actually, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. I would never admit this out loud, but I was terrified. I feared that if I let her out of my sight, even if it was for just a second, I would lose her forever. The image of that day would constantly replay in my mind. Whenever I would shut my eyes, even if it was for a moment, I would see her lying in a pool of her own blood with her throat slit open.Her lifeless eyes would bore into mine, terrorizing me for all eternity. I do not think I would ever forgive myself for putting her in such a situation. Which is why this sleep deprivation was nothing. These past three days without food or water were nothing. I just wanted her to fucking

Meredith’s POVHome.That was what this place was supposed to be.But this place—this wasn’t my home. This was far from it. I barely recognized the land I stood on. The home that I knew was filled with so much joy and laughter. The sun was always high and warm, and smiling faces lifted the faces of even the grumpiest of men. The children would play on the sidewalk while their mothers screamed at them to behave. Which they never would, if I may add. The men would gather around tables in beer parlors, laughing as they cheered with their jugs of beer. The women would fill the local markets, trading and discussing amongst themselves.My home, my kingdom, always had a sense of family.But where I stand now has none of that. The air was filled with the cries of children, the weeping of mothers, and the groaning of fathers. I watched from beneath my hood as my people got whipped on their backs like slaves. Carrying heavy loads on their backs as both men and women assisted in building what