All Chapters of Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Seraphina’s POVThe air grew thicker and thicker, as if the earth beneath me was carrying my doubts. The shaking I felt was not caused by the cold, but rather by a force that seemed to pull me down from all sides. I felt an impetuous feeling among the ethereal and surrounding shadows, watching me with eagerness as they let me slip.He was from my youth, but he remained calm and collected. He moved around us like a whisper of fog, barely there but impossible to ignore. Then he stopped, a faint, cold smile pulling at his lips, and something strange flickered in his eyes, something that made my stomach twist.“Seraphina,” he said softly, but the way he said my name made the hairs on my arms rise. “You must go back to the past, my friend,” he said almost with jest." You were always meant to be mine."My heart hurt, it was too much, too fast and I felt it in my throat. In my head, everywhere. It wouldn’t stop Everything inside me was a mess, sure I wasn’t her anymore. I wasn’t the girl who

Seraphina’s POVThe silence of the evening didn’t ease the weight in the air. The air wouldn’t move. It just sat there, thick on my skin. I was standing where the trees ended, looking out at everything I knew. The moon was up, throwing shadows across the land. This was the place that made me. And the place that nearly destroyed me. My heart thudded hard, not just from nerves, but from everything this ground remembered. The silence disturbed me. I sensed it in my bones; something tonight would alter. The rogue forces got nearer than they ever had.Each sound was magnified in my heightened condition: the little rustling in the trees, the flick of motion in the side of my sight. Every instinct screamed that I was being observed. But there was more—something greater, gnawing at me. One who betrays. I had my hand on the dagger without even thinking. It felt normal. Like it belonged there. There was no telling what I’d be up against. But I knew this wouldn’t be enough and still, I held on

Seraphina’s POVThe silence in the wrecked kingdom stands in the air - it's like a blanket that spreads all over everything around me - the heart of the kingdom, the streets that once took me down on their wild dreams are now dead, those stone walls that were once pillars of strength are cracked and fallen like a dream broken.I’m just standing here, in the middle of what’s left. Everything’s broken. Everything’s gone. I keep looking, hoping it’ll turn back into what it was. But it won’t. It’s all just ruins. Nothing feels real. Just the silence ,cold air and me.Still here, somehow staring just pieces of what used to be scattered everywhere. And my chest feels empty. Heavy, but hollow. The wind won’t shut up either, keeps moving through the ruins like it remembers. Like it knows what this place meant. We gave everything. We believed in something. And now it’s just dust.Fabian stands beside me, his broad shoulders at the full weight of the war that we have just won and the war t

Fabian’s POV,The screams came first.Before I had heard war cries. pain heard. Death was heard. Still, nothing approached this. These were being hunted, torn apart by something old, not just wolves fighting. something offAs I tried to push through the melee, my claws tore through the throat of the closest rogue, but I was too late. I was unable to locate her.“Seraphina!”There is no response.Like it had a mind of its own, the fog descended over the battlefield. I once saw that kind of darkness—magic. Of not witches. Not of wolves. something blacker.I couldn't make out ten feet in front of me. The air felt much too heavy; the sky was too silent. Snarling, alert, my wolf drove ahead within me but even he didn't know what this was. Whatever connection the bond had let me feel was weakening; Seraphina had lost touch with us.And I was very frightened.The last time I saw her she was in a ring of wolves not belonging to any pack I knew. Something unholy flashed in their eyes. Then the

Fabian's POV ,In low lighting, the air dried up and became trapped. My chest was seized by an invisible force, which could potentially choke me. My hand was shaking against the cold floor. I wanted to yell, to throw something, to just let it all out but I didn’t, I was pissed and boiling yeah. But anger wasn’t going to fix this. I needed more than that. I needed to understand. The truth was necessary for me, regardless of how much it twisted the knife.The traitor was seated opposite me, composed and quiet as if we were simply having a friendly conversation, not torn apart by everything we had created. There was no movement in his face. But his eyes? They said everything cold, empty, and unapologetic. Despite the absence of any regret or guilt, we stood up for something because our defiance had destroyed everything we believed.The silence engulfed us, and I was consumed with curiosity about the reason.Was there a reason for this betrayal after all our past actions? After all our co