บททั้งหมดของ Stealing the Heart of the Lycan King: บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

THE NEXT MORNINGKAIDEN—AT THE PACKHOUSESlade and Hera knelt side by side in my grand throne room, surrounded by guards. The guards had their swords drawn and ready for any sudden move from either of them. The elders of the council and the circle of Alphas sat in their designated seats, watching the scene unfold with grave expressions.From my throne, I sat quietly, observing it all, while the court’s elder inquisitor began the questioning.“High Priestess Hera,” he spoke firmly, his voice echoing through the high ceilings, “Based on the recording found on that phone, it’s been revealed that you formed an alliance with Alpha Slade to bring down the Lycan King, murder the Chief Priestess, and falsely accuse the Luna of a crime she did not commit. Is this true?”Even from my position, I could see Hera’s chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hands were still magically bound behind her back—courtesy of Aria’s spell when she brought her here.I couldn't be more thankful to Aria for every

If there was one thing Slade hated more than anything, it was being pushed around. So, having his hands bound tightly behind his back while the guards shoved him down the dim stone corridor toward the prison wings felt like the ultimate insult. Every rough step made his jaw tighten. His pride was in shreds, and humiliation burned in his chest.But Slade wasn’t a fool. He had no choice but to obey for now. Survival came first. Revenge could wait.As he walked, his thoughts boiled with venom. Cross. That bastard son of his. This was all his doing. The entire downfall, every bit of this mess, had Cross’ filthy fingerprints on it. If not for him, everything would have gone smoothly. No one would have discovered anything. But Cross and that little snake of a girl—Freya—had allied with Kaiden and ruined everything.Slade’s lips curled in a dark smile. He would find a way out. He always did. And when he did, before he even laid a finger on Kaiden, he would deal with Cross, Freya, and that

CALANTHAThe tension in the room was so thick it felt like the air itself could shatter. My heart pounded in my ears as Lysandra instinctively took a careful step back, tugging on my hand to pull me with her. I followed her, my feet heavy with dread, until we were partially shielded behind Aria.Queen Adeline trembled in Raya’s or rather, Gothel’s grip. Tears streaked her face as the cold blade pressed to her neck, a bead of blood already forming where the edge bit into her skin.“Please… please, don’t harm her,” she begged, her voice breaking with fear. “My daughter… she’s still in there. Please.”Aria didn’t answer right away. She simply stared into Gothel’s swirling, smoke-darkened eyes, her own gaze sharp as steel. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm but cold, echoing with divine authority.“You know the kind of people I despise the most?” she said, every word measured and sharp. “Cowards. Parasites. Those who prey on the weak to feed their pathetic hunger for power. And yo

ARIAOne thing about mortals that never ceased to amaze me was their weakness when it came to making choices. Their hearts clung so tightly to their attachments that it clouded their reason. As a goddess, I had emotions too. Yes. But I was never bound by them. I did not obsess. Not even over the daughters I once bore into this world. That was simply how I was created. Nothing personal.So watching Gothel twist her words like a dagger into Queen Adeline’s heart, playing with her mind, made my blood simmer. Yet, I knew mortals—I had learned to let their fragile hearts stumble before they learned. I had learned patience, even when it burned.“Please… save me, Mother. Don’t let them kill me,” Raya’s trembling voice whispered into Queen Adeline’s ear, soft and pitiful.I had to hand it to Gothel—her manipulation was art. She knew exactly which strings to pull. That voice might have sounded like Raya’s, but it was nothing more than a sliver of her true self. A fading echo buried under l

CROSSA FEW HOURS AGO:———I killed the engine in front of Ryker’s apartment and leapt out, storming toward the elevator. The pounding in my head, the sting in my ankle, and the sharp stab in my side all screamed at me to stop, but I ignored them.All souvenirs from my brawl with my father. No, scratch that. I meant Slade. Not my father. Never my father. The gods could line up and I’d kiss each one on the forehead for that blessing.The elevator doors slid open, and I marched down the hall. Before I could press the bell, Ryker’s door creaked open. His brows shot up, caught between confusion and surprise. Judging by his clothes, he was headed out. Headed straight to Slade. Exactly what I feared.“What are you—”I grabbed his collar, shoved him back into the apartment, and slammed the door shut.He struggled against my grip, outrage burning in his eyes.“What the hell is your problem?!” he barked, teeth clenched as his back hit the wall. “You want a fight?”“Are you running to him? To