All Chapters of THE WOLF BRIDE’S ESCAPE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The world trembled beneath my feet, the ground beneath me cracking and shifting. I could feel the ancient presence of the Keeper, its fury building with every passing second. The air around me was thick with the scent of magic, both old and new, clashing violently as the Keeper’s power surged against the barrier we had created.I could hear the growls of the pack behind me—Lucien, his strength returning with each passing moment. Despite everything, his proximity still stirred something within me. Something that made my heart race. My mind screamed at me to focus, but at this moment, it felt as if everything I had fought for—the betrayal, the magic, the love—was in peril. We had to win. If we didn’t, the realm would collapse, and everything we had worked for would be lost."Get ready!" Lucien’s voice cut through the chaos, strong, commanding, yet laced with a raw vulnerability I had not heard before. The sight of him, his aura now shimmering with golden light, his body no longer bound

"You came back for me," I whispered, my voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and something deeper. Fear, perhaps. But it was not the fear of what I knew—no, it was something darker. A sense that the man I had fought against, the man who had tormented me, might be irrevocably changed. I couldn’t deny that part of me was relieved to have him by my side again. But another part of me was afraid of what it meant for us both.Lucien didn’t answer right away, his chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths as we stood in the shadows of the grand hall, hidden away from the eager eyes of the pack. I wanted to trust him—no, I had to. But the knowledge of what he had done, of the darkness that had taken root in his soul, lingered between us like a silent specter."I would never leave you," Lucien finally said, his voice low and rich with an emotion I couldn't quite place. "Not now. Not after everything we’ve been through.""But you’re...different," I muttered, glancing up at him. H

“Cassia, you need to rest,” Lucien’s voice was low and commanding, but the worry in his eyes didn’t escape me. I could see it in the slight furrow of his brow, the faint tremor in his hand when he reached out to adjust a loose strand of my hair. I was exhausted—both physically and emotionally—but the unease gnawing at my gut wouldn’t allow me to rest."I’m fine," I snapped, though I knew it wasn’t true. Something was stirring in the air, something I couldn’t shake, something far beyond our fight with my stepmother or the internal battle for control of my powers. “I need to go outside. To clear my head.”Lucien didn’t argue, though I could see the hesitation in his stance. He had become different lately—softer in ways that made me wonder about the man he could have been, the man I could have loved if not for the destruction of the past. Still, I wasn't ready to open myself to him. Not completely.I walked briskly toward the castle gates, the stone path cool beneath my feet. The sunligh

I couldn't shake the sense of unease that had settled in my chest. It had been building for days—an ominous feeling that hung in the air like the scent of a storm waiting to break. The ghosts of the past were closing in on us. They weren't just memories now; they were alive, breathing, and they wanted to claim us."Lucien," I whispered as I stepped into the room, finding him standing near the window, his eyes scanning the distant horizon as if seeking an answer to an unspoken question. "We can't keep waiting. We have to face this."He turned toward me slowly, his dark eyes narrowed with the weight of everything that had come before us. There was something different in his gaze now, something raw and vulnerable that I hadn't seen before. He was torn, and I knew it."I know, Cassia," he said, his voice low and steady, but there was a tremor beneath it, betraying his inner turmoil. "But this—this isn't something I can fight on my own. I carry his shadow inside me. His blood runs through

"Lucien, fight it!" I shouted, feeling the pulse of the magic inside me surge, almost as if it could reach out and pull him back from the abyss he was falling into.His eyes, once a steady and cold gray, flickered with a deep, unshakable darkness. He was losing himself, struggling against something far greater than even his strength could handle. I could feel it—Varyn’s influence, creeping into every corner of his mind, trying to twist him into something else entirely. But Lucien wasn’t just an Alpha; he was more. And I refused to believe he would succumb.I stepped closer, my hands trembling slightly, but my voice steady. "Lucien, you are not the monster he wants you to be. You are more than that. You always have been."He didn’t respond immediately, his chest heaving as he struggled with the force pressing against his will. His powerful hands clenched, and his body was taut with a mixture of fury and pain. I couldn’t begin to imagine what was happening inside his mind, but I had see