บททั้งหมดของ THE WOLF BRIDE’S ESCAPE : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

I was still absorbing the warmth of the sunrise, my hand lightly resting on Lucien’s, as the world seemed to stretch around us in that moment of peace. The sky was painted in the soft hues of dawn, a reminder of the new beginning we had fought so hard for. After the storm, there was calm, and it seemed like we were finally on the cusp of a life we could build together.But that peace was short-lived.A sharp knock on the door broke the silence. It wasn’t the usual soft request to enter; this knock was urgent, commanding. Lucien and I exchanged a glance, both sensing the gravity of what was to come. His eyes, usually so cold, were now filled with a concern that made my heart race.“Who is it?” Lucien called out.The door creaked open, and a figure entered. He was young, with a worn face that spoke of long travels, and dark circles under his eyes. His clothes were rough, a blend of practicality and desperation. The moment he stepped into the room, he bowed low, his posture humble but hi

I had always believed that knowledge could be a double-edged sword—something that could either save or destroy. But today, as I stepped into the dimly lit room of the royal archives, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of history pressing down on me, thick as smoke. The air here was stale, filled with the scent of old parchment and ink, and I knew this place was meant to hold secrets—not just the history of the kingdom, but of all things hidden and forbidden.Lucien had been oddly silent ever since the attack on the border village, his usual aloofness even colder. He knew something was coming, something bigger than we could handle, but the questions we had were multiplying with no answers in sight. My instincts told me that the answers were buried here, in this very room."You’re sure about this?" I whispered to the elderly scholar who had agreed to help me. He was hunched over a stack of dusty tomes, his wrinkled fingers trembling as he sorted through them. Despite his advanced age,

“Lucien,” I said, my voice trembling but firm. “We can’t keep avoiding the inevitable. Varyn’s forces are close. We need more allies, more than just the ones we have.”He was standing by the large oak table in the war room, tracing the maps spread out before him with a sharp finger. His eyes were cold, and calculating, as though everything was under control, but I knew the weight of the situation was pressing down on him.“You’re right, Cassia,” Lucien murmured, without looking up. “But even if we call in every favor we have, it might not be enough. Varyn has been amassing power for years. His army is vast, and it grows stronger every day.”I crossed the room, standing beside him, feeling the tension in the air. The room was silent, save for the flickering of the candle flames and the rustle of parchment. Outside the window, the dark clouds gathered, heralding a storm in the skies, just as a storm was brewing within the pack. A storm that could either bring victory or devastation.“I

“Lucien…” I whispered, my voice trembling with both fear and longing. He stood at the window, his back to me, gazing out into the endless expanse of darkness beyond. His silhouette was framed by the moonlight, but the distance between us felt vast—impossible to cross.“Cassia,” he replied, his voice soft but laced with a coldness that sent a shiver down my spine. “You need to understand. This is the only way.”I couldn’t look at him without feeling the weight of everything that had happened between us. He had become a puzzle—a man I both hated and loved, a man I couldn’t trust yet couldn’t let go of. Every time I tried to distance myself from him, his presence would pull me back, and I would find myself trapped in the same endless cycle of yearning and confusion.“Lucien…” I repeated his name, my voice breaking. “What are you talking about? What way?”He finally turned, his eyes meeting mine, dark and intense, but there was something else there—something I hadn’t seen before. Was it f

"Lucien, please! You don't understand what you're doing!" I screamed, my heart racing as I watched him. His hands trembled as he hovered over the dark altar, the ritual markings etched into the stone pulsing with a dark energy. The forbidden power he was about to embrace wasn’t something that could be controlled—it was dangerous, meant for only the most corrupt of beings.But Lucien? He wasn’t corrupt. Or at least, he hadn’t been. Until now.His eyes were locked on the glowing symbols, his breath shallow, and the weight of the moment bore down on him like a crushing tide. He didn’t turn to face me when I called out, but I saw the subtle shift in his posture—a sure sign that he was losing himself to whatever was calling him from within the altar.I felt a deep pang of fear twist in my chest. This wasn’t the man I had married—the man I had tried to understand beneath the layers of cruelty. This... this was someone else. The energy in the air was palpable, pressing in on me from all side