All Chapters of Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Fabian's POV,The castle walls trembled as I looked down. The battle erupted from the outside and echoing through the stone halls as Rylan Thorn's troops continued to advance and gain ground every minute. My bones were piercing with the weight of the battle and it was going to reach the gates soon. The ultimate clash was on the horizon. As I stood at the edge of the castle’s tower and watching how the chaos unfolding before me. While I stood watching the battlefield I was perceiving the oozing smell of the stench smell of blood that was thick in the air and the screams of the wounded were echoed in the distance. The ground beneath me trembled as the clash of steel, the roaring of warriors and the thunder of hooves being charging into battle.But that was of no significance at the moment. Below the castle the twins and Seraphina were concealed in one of the castle's deepest chambers. They were safe for now. It was my responsibility to handle everything from the war to securing the k

Seraphina's POV,The fighting outside caused the ground to tremble beneath my feet. It was the peak of the battle for our dominion. The commotion that hovered above me was palpable, the world's pressure lifting on me. Fabian, the man who had brought all the weight of this kingdom with him, was close to death. He was my love interest. With his broken and wounded body in front of me, my heart swelled with pain from every shallow breath he took. I had never seen him in such a way. Due to his use of dark magic, Rylan was rendered feeble and powerless. His spirit was fading, and the blood covered the ground beneath him. However, his light faded away with each passing second. My fingers were tied, his life slipping away. Our long-standing enemy, Rylan Thorn had forced Fabian to retreat. However, the focus shifted from revenge and succession to contesting for the throne. The focus was on preserving our kingdom and building the family, not just one family. It was about survival. And I could

Fabian's POV,The weight of throne was heavier than I ever thought it would be.When I had first claimed the crown, I was deeply blinded by my quest for vengeance and desire to set things right. Back then,it felt as if was an easy and simple task.I had thought vengeance would be enough, that justice would fix everything. But vengeance can’t rebuild kingdom and justice can’t bring back the lives already lost nor heal the wound left behind. Standing here now, in the ashes of the kingdom I swore to protect and defend the truth finally sank in within me. Rylan Thorn has been defeated and his is finally dead, oh yes! Seraphina killed him with the help of her magic, though we had won. However the price we paid for the victory we had achieved was almost too much to bear and it almost did not feels like a victory at all.As I stood in the wreckage with my eyes glancing at the ruins of what used to be a lively and breathing kingdom, I finally understood what it meant to wear the crown with th

Seraphina's and Fabian 's POV, The sunrise that morning was radiating and glowing up in the sky, it was breathtaking as if it was beautiful canvas painted in gold and crimson, as though nature itself wanted to witness the start of something new. The air felt like it was alive and refreshing as it was filled with the crisp scent of pine and rain, softened by the sweet perfume of roses blooming in the palace courtyard. But this wasn’t just another sunrise. This was the day the crown of the Lycan Kingdom would be handed to new rulers. Today was no ordinary day. The Lycan Kingdom's crown is set to be taken into new hands today. The crown of the Lycan Kingdom would be transferred to new hands today. Fabian was positioned on the balcony overlooking an ornate grand square, his face filled with the weight of years, but his eyes retained their powerful presence. He was accompanied by Seraphina, who had her hand running with him. Their bond was unbreakable, with a gentle shaking in her ches

Fabian's POV. But that morning, the dawn was different. Not with the crimson violence of war and storm clouds heavy with conflict, but with soft gold spilling over the Moonridge Valley. It had been decades since I last woke up with nothing. There were no looming alarms, no soldiers were dying on the battlefield and no protesters nibbling at the edges of my crown. There was only the sound of my heart beating against mine, the steady pulse of Seraphine and the assurance of tranquility beyond the palace walls. It was evident to me that peace was never attained in a moment. It wasn't given. It was forged. I arose, taking off the curtains. Banners in the courtyard below, resembling both silver and gold, were not meant to represent conquest, but to symbolize unity. The palace square was filled with wolves in human and Lycan forms, not to protest or fight, but to celebrate. They were peaceful. Living memory: I had lived long enough for the kingdom to blossom under shared leadership. My ki