Semua Bab Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Fabian's POV. The night was filled with a lot of tension.The air was brimming with the force of a storm yet to break and my pack was restless. Trees whispered beneath the full moon as if they were whispering secrets and It wasn't the wind that caused me to feel uneasy. It was something deeper. An inner strength that I could sense. The Alpha blood was flowing through my veins.' Tonight, everything changed. At the edge of a forest, I observed the twinkling lights in front of me as they came together. Their loyalty was unquestionable. I had to their faith in me and that I believed in them, as their true Alpha Nevertheless... My leadership style was always powerful and ruthless, but I had never fully accepted my position as the Alpha. Until now. My destiny would be fulfilled if I were to become the ruler tonight. The leader my pack needed. It was as if the world around me had caught on or were they in tune with what was about to change. The weight of my family’s past, my desire for

Fabian's POV. Tension was present in the dense air. Every breath I took had a distinct feeling of being pulled through thick mud and with each exhaling, the weight of my actions was felt on me. It was a moment that only happens once in your entire life. A decision so solitary that it would create a new path for the destiny of my pack, the werewolf kingdom and myself. Despite the sound of battle still echoing through the walls of the castle, but in that silence, my thoughts screamed louder than the clash of any weapons. What was the right choice? The battlefield was visible from my balcony. Like rats fleeing from the sinking ship, the remaining rogue forces were scattered. My wolves, the warriors I had battled alongside, emerged victorious. For now, at least. If we had won, what would be the outcome? Peace? Or another bloody war? That one question stuck in my mind and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more at stake than just this battle or more than just the territory.

Fabian's POV. Smoke filled everywhere, l could barely see the sky and the ground kept shifting under my boots, every step seems to be throwing me off. The crash of metal slammed in my ears. The air pressed in from every side, heavy and tight. The fight pulled me forward, but my gut kept twisting.It was all or nothing. I stood at the front with my eyes sweeping the horizon for them. They were coming, the rogues kept pouring in like a dark tide. And there he was, Rylan Thorn, standing in the middle of it all like a shadow. That grin… it turned my stomach in a way I hadn’t felt in years. The war had worn us down, but this? this was coming to an end.I looked at Seraphina beside me. Even with chaos all around, she stood tall, steady, like a queen. I could feel our bond in the air, strong and alive. We’d been tested before, but this… this was going to push us past anything we’d faced. It wasn’t just about love now. It was about strength. About standing together. And about the kingdom th

Fabian's POV. The battlefield was filled with blood, and the air contained the remains of battle. The sky was filled with smoke, and I could see the outline of my fighters as they fought the remaining rogues. There was a sense of calm that settled in my chest as I heard the sound of metal clanging, bone shattering and calls for mercy. This was it. The final reckoning. White knuckles punctured my sword as I turned towards Seraphina. Her jaw was set, but her eyes… they gave her away. Fear was there, sure, but so was that stubborn fire that wouldn’t die. She’d been through hell, more than anyone should, and I’d always felt it in her but now it hit me all at once. It slammed into me like a shock, running straight down my spine. We had been very close for some time. Her magic engulfed us all, our Lycan might, as we coil around in unison. However, there was another dark element that none of us had anticipated. The rogue leader, Rylan Thorn, had been defeated, as we suspected. Neverthel

Fabian's POV.The haze drifted away, and the chaos stilled. The air held no screams now, only quiet murmurs and the low growl of those still standing. Among the debris of our world destroyed by war, I stood with the weight and fear of triumph. The stench of smoke and demise enveloped me like a shield. I felt the earth's pulsation beneath me, alive with the energy of life but stained by blood. What could that mean? We had achieved peace, yet it came wrapped in sorrows and shadow. The war was over, yet my pulse still carried its echoes. The ghosts of the fallen walked beside me in thought and the victory in my hands felt fragile. Peace was here but it seemed it was built on the graves of too many. Was it worth the sacrifice?Although the kingdom was looking broken, physically, emotionally, and spiritually yet it still stood. It had survived and now, it was up to Seraphina and l to rebuild it. To lead it.I saw her standing at the edge of the battlefield, she was backing me while look