All Chapters of The Wolf King's Vow: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aria felt suffocated being surrounded by so many people, so she slipped out of Araminta’s house without anyone noticing. She knew there was danger outside, but she had lived her whole life knowing the risks of leaving the castle walls, always on guard. Now that she was among the enemy, surrounded by danger, she didn’t feel the need to hide. She had come here already knowing she might die—so before that, she wanted at least a moment of freedom.Her steps carried her back to the cliff. She sat at the edge, legs hanging down, staring into the distance. The wind blew through her hair while the sound of the river and the calls of birds filled the air. She wondered where this place really was. For years, no one had been able to find the werewolves’ home. The belief was that they kept moving so no one could track them.The ones captured and taken to the castle were often caught during attacks, or when trying to rise against humans again. Maybe that was why she never felt satisfied seeing the

“Queen Hiroshima was a vicious rule, brutal in her ways of setting order and punishing. It was said that she was the one to start the enslavement of humans and she built her kingdom on human labor. Every morning she would watch over her kingdom from the third floor of her mansion while standing on the balcony and feeling immense pride. She even ordered a statue of herself to be built.”Aria guessed that the statue would be built by humans.“One day as she stood on her balcony watching all the slaves working for her and building the statue of her, she took notice of Arshan among the working slaves. She asked for him to be brought to her and decided to make him her personal slave. But Arshan refused that kind of slavery and Hiroshima tried to bribe him with gold and silver and when it didn’t work, she tried to intimidate him with punishments. But even that didn’t work either.”Aria continued to listen with a frown.“Hiroshima was angry that this man wasn’t bending to her will but she wa

“Marcus,” the priest stopped playing his instrument and came inside.Marcus didn’t turn to look at him. His gaze was fixed on the peacefully sleeping human. Her face looked so different when relaxed. Almost angelic, with her pale skin and fair hair. She looked innocent and harmless. She looked beautiful.The priest came to stand beside her and looked at her as well. “I exhausted the child.” He smiled.“Did she go up all the stairs?”“Yes, and she washed the whole floor.” He said pointing around. Marcus looked down and ahead at the shining floor. “She is a hard worker. Very diligent. She didn’t leave one spot unclean.”What was this woman trying to do? Now win favors with the priest? How impressive.“She probably hasn’t had a good sleep for years.” Chanan crouched to study her. “What a heavy soul to carry in such a small body.” He then looked up at him. “She needs a lot of care.”“She is not here to be taken care of,” Marcus said.The priest stood up and turned to him. “She is your bre

Aria gazed at the dark mountains blending into the night sky. Stars scattered across the black canvas, while the crescent moon glowed in silver. The trees swayed with the soft breeze, and the river’s steady hum filled the silence.Something felt different inside her. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt awake, lighter, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her chest. Her mind was clearer, her body less tired. It had to be the sleep—the first peaceful rest she’d had in a long time. She almost cursed herself when she woke up, afraid it had been just a dream.Carefully, she rose to her feet, sore muscles protesting as she walked to the railing to look down at the river. Wanting to be closer, she made her way down the balcony stairs and crossed to the water. Removing her shoes, she lifted her skirt and stepped in, perching on a large rock as the cool current rushed over her bare feet.Marcus followed but stayed on the bank, watching her curiously. After a moment, he sighed, took off

Breakfast carried the same uneasy air, but Aria was too drained to care. Even sitting upright felt like work. One by one, everyone left the table, leaving her with Aaron and Araminta.“I’m heading to the stable. Want to come?” Aaron asked.Aria nodded.As they walked, he glanced at her hands. “So what really happened to them? I doubt you cut both.”“I have this strange habit,” she admitted quietly. “I peel the skin off.”He frowned deeply. “Why would you do that?”“I don’t know. It just… feels good. It eases something inside me.”“Eases what?” His voice was careful, curious.“Pain.”“But…” his face twisted in confusion. “Isn’t that painful too?”“Yes,” she said simply, with a small shrug. “I can’t explain it.”He nodded, unsettled. “There’s no other way for you to feel relief?”She thought of her inventions, of how her mind drowned in them. “No.”When they reached the stable, Aaron asked, “You’re sure you don’t like horses? Last time you looked after them, they weren’t too happy when