All Chapters of Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Seraphina's POV.I felt like my crown was getting heavier every day. The kingdom that I once viewed as an extension of myself now appeared far away, like I was gazing in wonder, separated by a sea of guilt and regret. Fabian stood beside me but he was silent and I knew he carried the same weight because he's looks told me he felt it too. We bled for this peace, and yet, standing here, all I can see are the cracks spreading wider the longer we do nothing. and we fought for this peace, but it’s already breaking apart, piece by piece.Fabian spoke with a heavy tone, his words were calm and full of meaning "Seraphina," we can't keep pretending that things will soon be fixed. Our obligation to the people and ourselves is simply to rectify this situation.I refrained myself from turning around to inspect him right away. I was consumed by the weight of guilt and my denial. Fabian had always been my strength, my unshakable ground when everything else fell apart. But this time, this time I was

Seraphina's POV. The morning was just setting though it was quiet. The sky was painted in soft shades of purple and gold, more beautiful than I’d seen in a long time. The kingdom was calm and resting at last. Still, all I could feel was the heaviness of what it had cost us the battles, the losses and the sacrifices we made to bring us here. I knew peace like this never really lasted. It seems so fragile like something you had to hold tight before it slipped away.Peace, as I had learned, was only temporary and needed to be held with both hands. It could never be taken for granted. I stood by the balcony, though my thoughts were drifting over the land. Fabian had always been the anchor I relied on, the sole one that has been constant in this ever-changing world. We had finally united the packs of Lycan and Moonridge and transformed the kingdom much more powerful than we had ever dreamed. However, there was a feeling of uncertainty within me. The feeling of fragile peace persisted des

Seraphina’s POVThe moon was glowing bright and golden above us, it seems it softening the sharp edges of the night like it was trying to comfort me. But it didn’t. I couldn’t feel comfort and not with this weight pressing down on my chest. It had been there for days, growing heavier. The air was heavily dense and still, it was hard to breathe as it was choking , like the whole earth paused itself so tight and was dearly waiting for something we couldn’t name.And the night and it was too quiet. But I could feel something apart from that silence, something heavy. Fear. though it wasn’t loud, even at that it was there and feels like it was pressing in, like the air itself knew what was coming. I felt it in as my heart was beating too fast in my bones, even in the way Fabian’s hand squeezed mine a little fingers tight, like he felt it too.We were standing at the balcony again. Fabian always managed to pull me out here, away from the war room and away from all the noise and chaos. I th

Seraphina's POV.The horizon was on fire and the sky was alive with flashes of war. What was peaceful few moments ago now shook with the roar of battle the rogues had unleashed everything on us. Fabian stood beside me, his grip was firm on his weapon. His face was filled with determination, calm and focused, but I knew him too well. Beneath that calm was tension as sharp and restless.With a low voice, his final words were "This is it," with reassurance. I glanced at him, my chest felt tight with the weight of it all the kingdom, the people depending on us and the future we were fighting for. Everything hung in the balance. And Fabian… he wasn’t the same man I knew. The calm and calculating king was still there, but layered over it was something far darker. A need for vengeance that burned in his eyes.It was always going to be this moment, but I couldn't anticipate anything more. The sound of battle grew louder, closer and clear and we were tested more than ever before. We were mov

Fabian's POV,Anger, confusion and chao were all present on the battlefield. There was a strong smell of blood, sweat and death, as the ground submerged beneath us. All of us were fighting for our lives as the rogue forces launched their attack with maximum force. Despite the fact that I couldn't control my speed, all my sword swings and attacks were always fierce. It felt like a final goal or an inevitable decision that I had made. I put my fight on the line and was faced with the possibility of losing everything. It hurts now. There was an internal darkness that persisted and wouldn't go away. My Lycan nature had always been hiding something deep within. But now? The creature was struggling to escape. My teeth gritted as I attacked another rogue warrior, gripping my blade tightly. I was a beast that caused me to stir with every fight and loss of life. The lustful emotions and brutality of the battle left me feeling like I had just been consumed with burning fat on my chest. My Lyc