All Chapters of The Prince Of The Lycans My Mate Dark Secrets: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The first thing Ivy saw was light—too much of it. It poured through every crack in the stone courtyard, blinding, alive, and wrong. The runes carved into the walls of the Elder Spire blazed white, then turned gold, shifting like they were breathing. The air itself seemed to hum, electric and sharp, filling her mouth with the taste of iron and rain.She blinked through the glare, heart pounding, and realized it wasn’t the mountain breaking apart. It was her daughter.Aelin screamed. It wasn’t the cry of a child. It wasn’t even human. The sound tore straight through Ivy’s chest and echoed in the stone beneath her feet. Shadows burst out of Aelin’s body in long ribbons, twisting upward into the golden air, curling like smoke caught in a storm. Her small frame lifted off the ground, hair whipping around her face as if the world itself was pushing her away.The mark on her chest blazed through her clothes, crawling down her throat and arms in lines of fire. Her eyes—those soft silver eye

The world didn’t end when the light faded. It just… stopped.Aelin lay on her side, not sure if she was breathing. Everything smelled like smoke and iron. The taste of ash stuck in her throat. She could hear water dripping somewhere, but she didn’t know from where. The ground was warm beneath her fingers, like it had just swallowed fire.She blinked up into the dark. No sound. No wind. Then—someone’s breath. Close. Too close.She rolled onto her back. “Who’s there?”No answer. Only a shadow, standing a few paces away, shaped like a man. The longer she stared, the more she saw her father in him—the stance, the shoulders, even the tilt of his head when he looked down at her.“Dad?” The word came out half a sob. “You—how—”The man smiled, and her stomach turned. It wasn’t Jayden’s smile. Not really. “You did what they couldn’t,” he said, voice low and steady. “You survived.”Aelin pushed herself up on shaky hands. “You’re not him.”“Don’t sound so sure,” he said. “You’re standing ins

The first thing Ivy felt was the sound — a deep vibration running through her bones. It wasn’t thunder, but it carried the same weight. It was the sound of something ancient trying to breathe again.Aelin was still at the center of the storm, her body caught between light and shadow. Her hair whipped around her face, her eyes split—one gold, one silver. Her small hands were outstretched, and from her palms came both fire and frost. Two forces, both alive, both hungry.The Veil above her pulsed like a heartbeat. Every time it beat, the world around them cracked a little more.Jayden dragged himself to his feet, bleeding from the head, his breath ragged. He stumbled toward Aelin. “Don’t you dare give in!” he shouted, but his voice barely carried over the roar.Ivy reached him, her fingers digging into his sleeve. “She’s splitting, Jayden. Look—” And he saw it too.There were two forms now. One still carried her face, trembling and bright. The other was made of shadow and gold, its eye

The sound came first. Not a voice, not thunder — just a low, trembling hum that felt like it was coming from under her skin.Aelin stood in the middle of what used to be the wasteland. It wasn’t that anymore. The ground was rippling like glass, and every step she took left a faint silver print that shimmered for a second, then vanished. The air was filled with reflections, broken ones — half-formed faces, hands reaching, fragments of a thousand versions of herself, scattered through the Veil.“You tore the barrier,” the god whispered. “Now the world remembers you in pieces.”“Good,” she said under her breath. “Let it.”Because for the first time since she woke here, she wasn’t afraid. The fear had burned out, replaced by something colder. A stubborn kind of clarity.She walked until the reflections started speaking back.Some of them were children — wide-eyed, innocent, holding stuffed wolves. Others were older, broken, their eyes hollow, their voices bitter. They were all hers, and

The dream began with sound. Not a scream. Not a whisper. Something between.Aelin stood in a field of glass. Every blade of grass was sharp enough to cut, and the wind made them sing—thousands of tiny voices humming in perfect, painful harmony. Above her, the sky was cracked. Not open, not closed. Just… cracked, like the world had been patched together too many times and finally stopped pretending to be whole.She knew this place. She shouldn’t have.The Veil. Or what was left of it.A shape moved across the horizon—human, but wrong. The light around it bent, colors shifting as if refusing to touch it. When it drew closer, she saw her own face.Older. Wilder. The hair silver-white, the skin streaked with thin black veins. The same eyes, though—not her mother’s, not her father’s, but hers. Just… darker.The other Aelin smiled faintly. “You took your time.”Aelin’s breath hitched. “What are you?”“You, of course. The part that didn’t make it home.” Her voice was calm. Too calm.Aelin