Lahat ng Kabanata ng Stealing the Heart of the Lycan King: Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 233

CALANTHABACK AT THE PACKHOUSE———We had captured Gothel at last, and now she lay chained to a massive bed in the prayer room. Iron cuffs bound her wrists and ankles, forcing her still, though her voice thundered with curses that shook the air.“Wretched, filthy mortals!” she spat, thrashing against the chains. “You think a chant will undo me? You are fools! I curse you! I curse every last one of you!”But Aria didn’t budge. She treated Gothel’s words like empty noise, not worth a glance. Instead, she focused on Lysandra and me, walking us through the dark willow chant.“This is impossible.” Lysandra dragged her hands through her hair and twisted it into a rough knot. Her lips trembled as she spoke. “I don’t know about Calantha, but I’ve never even heard of this chant, much less recited it. You’ll doom everyone in the realm if you expect us to carry out a ritual this powerful.”“She’s right.” My voice cracked, heavy from tears and exhaustion. My heart still ached over Queen Adeline’s

CALANTHA ONE YEAR LATER ——— “I still can’t believe your mate turned out to be the same man you once trapped with your love potion. Talk about fate.” Eloise teased, her eyes sparkling as she leaned toward Lysandra, who sat before the vanity while the maids worked on her makeup. “Oh, please, Eloise,” Lysandra scoffed, clicking her tongue. “I told you already. Once I realized Ezra only liked me because of that potion, I broke it. This is real love now. And I love him too. He’s a true gentleman.” Nyx and I burst out laughing, while Eloise smirked and leaned back, exposing her bulging stomach. “Still doesn’t change the fact that you bewitched him first with your little potion.” She said stubbornly. Lysandra growled in protest, but when Eloise laughed, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “You let Eloise get under your skin too easily,” Nyx said, smoothing lipstick onto her lips. “She’s just a bully. You should know better by now.” As for me, I was already dressed, waiting for the