Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan king's Bride : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lillian’s world was a blur of shadows and silver moonlight as the Lycans rode through the dense forest. The night air was cold, whipping against her skin as she struggled against her captor’s iron grip. "Let me go!" she snarled, twisting in the saddle. The warrior holding her barely reacted, his arms like steel as he kept her pinned in front of him. "Stop fighting," he growled. "You’ll only tire yourself out." Lillian bit her lip, furious. She wanted to claw at him, scream for help—even though she knew no one would come. The human villages were miles away, and even if she escaped, she would never outrun a pack of Lycans. Her gaze flicked to Aedric, who rode just ahead of her. His posture was relaxed, but she could sense the restrained power in every movement. His golden eyes, reflecting the moonlight, never left the path ahead. They rode for what felt like hours before the trees began to thin, revealing a sight that stole Lillian’s breath. The Lycan Kingdom. A fortress

A heavy silence followed Lillian’s bold declaration. The Lycans in the court stared at her with varying expressions—some intrigued, others displeased. The idea of a human queen was clearly an insult to their traditions, but Lillian refused to let their judgment shake her. Aedric’s golden eyes locked onto hers, unreadable. Then, to her surprise, he smirked. "Very well," he said, his voice carrying through the great hall. "You will prove yourself." A ripple of murmurs spread among the nobles, some scoffing while others watched with keen interest. Lillian clenched her fists, feeling like she had just stepped onto a battlefield she didn’t fully understand. A tall woman stepped forward, her dark brown hair braided back, her green eyes sharp. Unlike the others, she didn’t look at Lillian with hostility—only curiosity. "This is madness," Lord Fenrir muttered. "She will break before the next full moon." "Then let her break," Aedric said, his voice steady. "Or let her rise. The G

The sky burned with the colors of twilight as Lillian dragged herself back to her chambers. Every step was agony. Her muscles ached, her arms felt like lead, and her ribs throbbed from the repeated blows she had taken during training. She had never felt so exhausted in her life. Collapsing onto the bed, she barely had the strength to untie the leather bracers strapped to her wrists. Her fingers fumbled, but before she could make any real progress, the door creaked open. Her body tensed. Aedric. The Lycan King stood in the doorway, watching her with those unreadable golden eyes. The soft candlelight flickered over his sharp features, casting shadows that only made him look more imposing. Lillian swallowed, forcing herself upright despite the pain. "Is this a habit of yours? Watching me like some sort of warden?" His lips twitched, as if amused. "I prefer the term king." She scowled, yanking the bracers off and tossing them onto the bed beside her. "What do you want?"

Lillian followed Aedric through the darkened forest, her pulse still racing from the encounter with the feral. Every step she took was a reminder of how close she had come to death. Her shoulder throbbed where the beast had torn into her skin, though the wound had already begun to close—thanks to Aedric’s very unconventional healing method. Her fingers brushed absentmindedly over the spot where his tongue had touched her skin, and heat crawled up her neck at the memory. She scowled, pushing the thought away. He had done it for practical reasons, nothing more. At least, that’s what she told herself. The trees thinned as they reached the clearing where the others had been waiting. Astrid was leaning against a boulder, sharpening a dagger, while Soren and Garrik stood nearby. When they saw Aedric emerge first, their expressions remained neutral. But when Lillian stepped out behind him—alive, bloodied but standing—Soren’s brows lifted ever so slightly. Astrid smirked. “Well, well.

Lillian’s fingers lingered over the ancient carving, tracing the crescent moon etched above the figures. Aedric’s words echoed in her mind. "That is what you are becoming." She swallowed hard. “You knew.” Aedric didn’t deny it. “You knew from the start,” she continued, turning to face him. “That I wasn’t just human. That I was… changing.” Aedric held her gaze. “I suspected.” Lillian let out a bitter laugh, stepping away from the tablet. “And you didn’t think to tell me?” “You weren’t ready.” Her eyes snapped to his. “Not ready?” Her voice rose, disbelief lacing every word. “I’ve been thrown into a world that wants to tear me apart. I’ve had to prove myself at every turn, and you thought I wasn’t ready?” Aedric’s expression darkened. “You think I don’t know what they say about you? What they think?” His jaw clenched. “They expect you to break. To fail.” Lillian’s fists tightened. “Then why keep this from me?” Aedric took a slow step closer, the shadows of the cryp