บททั้งหมดของ Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Seraphina’s POVAs I stood on the edge of the cliff looking out over Moonridge Valley, the wind ripped through my cloak, bitter and cold. The land was concealed by a thick fog that covered the campfires like night sky before dawn. The entire kingdom seemed to hold its breath, as if the very earth sensed the weight of what was coming—the fragile balance ready to collapse into chaos or hope.Tomorrow, all the murmured threats, hidden schemes, and broken alliances would erupt into a battle that could destroy the world—or save it. Every hushed conversation, every secret glance, every quiet tension among the packs had led to this moment. And I stood here, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on me like the heavy stones beneath my fingers.My hands quivered softly as I grasped the stone’s edge, grounding myself against the swirl of emotion inside. The power coursing beneath my skin had calmed from a fierce storm to a burning flame, intense and raw. It was a flame that promised both de

Fabian's POV.My boots were resonating on the cold stone floor, and as I moved around in the command tent, it felt like the walls had come too close to each other. But I just could not hear the sounds of battle preparations outside—distance yelling, the metal clanging and that low pitched thunder of magic gathering. Nevertheless, within me, the sole sound I could hear was the unsteady and permeable beating of my heart.Seraphina.Her face, eyes, and power were so powerful that I couldn't contain my emotions. My knuckles turned white as I held onto the edge of the table. It happened too fast. . I felt frightened as she kept sliding through my grasp. Despite my efforts to maintain control and order during the chaos, Seraphina made me question everything.I whispered, "Get a hold of me, Fabian."Despite the silence, the words were not spoken. There was no easy solution. I had to go through so much pain and doubt, and so many things that were a little too much for me to forget about. The

Seraphina's POV,A bright red moon shone through the dark sky. It was the Blood Moon. The pull and the force that was felt down my spine, it seemed like something could swallow me up. It made my heart race, it felt like a battle with the rest of humanity and I could hear my own pulse beating faster than ever.Despite the storm's presence within me, I stood in the middle of nowhere with a shallow breath. The wolf. The witch. I was infested with both, each grabbing my skin and asking for my freedom. The conflict was unbearable. The pressure, the constant tugging at my thoughts and emotions left my body aching.“Focus, Seraphina.”.It swayed my thoughts like the sound of a knife through fire. Jarpy, the person in question, appeared from above. Always there, always watching. The presence of him was strangely soothing, despite the darkness.With my hands shaking and claws out in frustration, I turned to face him and whispered: "I can't keep this down any longer.".Jarpy's gaze grew less vi

Seraphina’ s POV.The land was illuminated with a haunting glow from the moon, which cast its blood-red light through trees. As I walked, I could feel the blood Moon's weight lifting in my proximity. . It heightened the power within me, fueling the darkness that had already been present in my soul.It wasn't just the moon. It was them.The wolf, always present. My inability to move away from the witch's presence was due to her being more than a mere whisper. I was surrounded by both of them, fighting for dominance. I found it difficult to be who I am now when they destroyed my image.Focus. Breathe.In an instant of pure majesty, I shut my eyes and let the energy flow through me like never before. . The wild and uncontrolled magic within me erupted. The wolf's hunger, which was both primal and sharp, attacked my chest. However, I didn't confront it this time. Let it ascend, fill me with joy and become who I am.As I surrendered, the world changed as the wolf's might rose to prominenc

Seraphina's POV.It had a scent of damp earth and pine, but beneath it was 'bloody blood... almost primal: blood." Why? (Laughter.) With every stride I made, my lungs felt sore and muscles became filled with protest as I ran through the dense forest. I observed Fabian's presence as he was unwavering, his movements being in sync with mine.I gasped and shivered as the momentum lost control, but my feet held up against a thick oak. We must stop running like this.As I heard the sound of my heart racing against ribs, it was in sync with the footsteps closing in behind us.With sharp eyes, Fabian gazed into the distance and his muscles tense like a spring. He replied with gritted teeth, saying "No," and proceeded to argue. Together.”.I swallowed hard, mind spinning. Together. These two words evoked an intense feeling within me, a fragile yet powerful emotion. Could I really trust him? Is it possible for me to maintain my faith in our team?The silence was broken by the guttural snarls, a