All Chapters of Oops, My Bastard Just Ate Your Legacy!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

The courtyard stones trembled as Nyma stormed toward the gates, each step making the wards along the boundary flicker. Kael saw the moment her silhouette shifted—no longer just his little sister, but a mother wolf with death in her eyes.He caught her at the archway, hands closing around her shoulders. Not restraining. Anchoring."Ny." His voice cracked. The childhood nickname slipped out unbidden. "Look at me. Really look."She turned, and the feral glow in her eyes dimmed just enough for him to see—really see—the girl who'd once clung to his back during thunderstorms. The sister who'd sewn his wounds after his first Alpha challenge.Raina's mindlink shattered the moment:"Kael, the order stands. Mother will banish her if she leaves."His thumbs dug into the hollows above her collarbones. "They'll brand you rogue," he rasped. "No territory, no shelter. How will you protect your cub then?"Nyma's breath hitched. For a heartbeat, he thought he'd reached her—until her palm pressed again

Nyma’s hands never left her belly. The baby had gone still after that last kick—too still.  Gravel sprayed like shrapnel beneath the tires as Sophie veered onto the narrow mountain pass, the engine growling against the incline. Behind them, the gates of Raven’s Flock faded into a sliver of orange torchlight—swallowed by the dark, distant as a dream already slipping from memory.Nyma sat rigid in the passenger seat, one hand braced against the door, the other resting protectively over the curve of her stomach. The baby had gone still after that last kick—too still. Since the final shudder of the wards rippling behind them. Since the distance grew between them and Kael.Stillness like that was never just stillness. It was omen.“Breathe,” Sophie sa

Two Hours Later – Royal Investigation Council ChamberThe torches burned low in the stone chamber, casting long shadows over the obsidian war table where the kingdom’s highest tacticians and magical scholars sat in grim silence.“It wasn’t just a mark,” muttered the War Caste’s commander, fingers gliding over the magical traces left behind on the prince’s skin—now etched into the blood-glass sigil projected above the table. “She laced it with bloodruned fury. Precision-carved. Not a rage mark—this was controlled. Ritualized.”He looked up, voice colder now.“She burned it through his soulbond. That scar won’t fade. Not even in wolf form. The prince will carry it—forever.”The silence cracked as a younger Second Lycan, Prince Lucian leaned forward, pale and shaken. “Then the stories are true. He’ll be knownby it. The mark of betrayal. The… faithless prince. Every pack, every court, will see it. No magic can veil it now.” To see his elder borther like this was really a shock but what sh

Just moments later, The Ravengale left, the courtroom doors opened again. The hour was waning. Moonlight filtered through the stained-glass high windows, bleeding across the obsidian floor like spilled milk and blood. The sacred flames along the chamber walls had dwindled to weary embers, their glow too dim to chase off the dread that now clung to the royal court like the scent of burned offerings.And then, silence deepened as High Priestess Ysara entered, slow and deliberate, the soft chime of her silvered staff echoing through the hollow chamber like a death knell.She was robed in twilight and veiled in moonstone, a living relic of the Goddess herself. She bore the scent of sacred incense, and yet there was soot on her hem—a sign she had come straight from a rite most dire. Despite her age, no weakness marred her step. Her eyes were like mirrors to eternity, sharp enough to unmake illusions and lay bare the soul beneath.She paused at the foot of the dais, and though she bowed, i