All Chapters of Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King : Chapter 191 - Chapter 199

Seraphina’s POVThe air reeked like dust so sharp and dry, it made the whole place stuffy and the sound of hammers drumming through the streets. The kingdom was trying to build itself back together gradually the palace walls were going up again where they had once been broken. I stood there watching and I should have felt hopeful, but I didn’t. My chest felt heavy like something about it just didn’t feel right. Something was off. It should have felt like peace but it didn’t.Their laughter, their shouts and the rhythm of their tools, should have been comforting. It should have told me we were safe again. But instead, it felt so fragile like a flame fluttering in the wind. For every brick laid, I couldn’t stop wondering what shadows might be waiting to tear it all down again. Beneath the sound of rebuilding, there was an unusual silence that seemed too heavy to be ignored like every stone set in place was leading us toward something larger and something darker waiting just beyond the

Seraphina's POV. It was as if I were in another universe, where the distant sounds of the kingdom's revival were still present and not within my hearing range. There was hammering and voices calling to each other, but nothing connected with me. I was suffocated by the constant barrage of pressure, magic and an impending war. All the noise of the kingdom rebuilding felt so far away, like it belonged to another world without me in it. I could hear the hammering, people calling out, even smell the wood and stone, but it didn’t really reach me. My mind was somewhere else and I was caught in the pressure, the magic, and the thought of the war getting closer.The sun was shining so low on the horizon with a stretch long shadows across the land. I stood at the edge of the palace balcony, watching the people working hard to restore the lost glory of the kingdom.Everyone was busy, working hard to rebuild, trying to fix something out of the and back restore something from the ruins. As I was

Seraphina's POV. The air felt like it charged and automated even the ground seemed to know what was coming.. The rogue stronghold menaced in the distance dark and heavy, daring premonition of the violence to come and I was standing on the edge of a cliff and with just a slip or one wrong move and it could all fall apart.I had brought my people this far through the ruined lands and past the scars of their raids. But standing right at the gates of the rogues’ stronghold now, my chest felt tightened under the weight of it all. This was the end. The last fight.The moment that would decide everything.Fabian stood beside me, his eyes full of determination but I could see the worry in them too.. He had a clear understanding of the implications. The kingdom wasn't the only reason for our fighting. We were in a struggle for our lives. For the future. For peace. Especially crucial, for managing the influence I had been carrying for a long time. I’m with you,” Fabian’s voice was so soft and

Seraphina's POV. There was an overwhelming presence of smoke and a strong, bloody aroma, which mixed with the scent of fear like omen. The scene felt very familiar as the capital, our last bastion of hope, the stronghold was falling apart. The walls that had safeguarded us from our adversaries were crumbling under the weight of the rogue invasion. However, the conflict continued to unfold. We knew we were safe from our enemies, but the walls that had stood tall were crumbling under the weight of the rogue invasion. But the fight continued. As stood at the edge of balcony, with my gaze fixed on the chaos below. The sight of my kingdom being overrun filled up me with rage, but it was not just the loss of my home that hurts. Our efforts to achieve peace, defeat and sacrifice were ultimately unsuccessful. Those sacrifices were fruitless. "Seraphina, it's time," Fabian called out from behind. His solidity and strength encapsulated my presence in the chaos.' I remained still without t