บททั้งหมดของ The Awaited Lycan Queen : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

She didn’t move. Her eyes were wide, and her body stiff, like someone caught in shock. She looked between Leo and Tania, their bare skin, how close they stood.Leo took a step back, the fog beginning to clear.“No,” he murmured. “You were just here. I don't understand.”Aliyah stepped in, her voice a low growl. “Clearly, you don’t.”He turned to Tania, his expression hardening. “What did you do to me?”Tania’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. Panic filled her eyes.“You made me believe...” he snapped, but Aliyah cut him off.“You believed?” she said, voice rising. “You believed that was me? You couldn’t even tell the difference between a stranger and your own mate?”“I thought it was you” Leo pleaded. “She used something on me. I didn’t know.”The pain in Aliyah’s chest burned hotter than fire. Her Lycan stirred beneath her skin, furious and wounded. Her pupils darkened, her body trembling as her voice dropped, each word laced with a growl.“You kissed her. You touched her. You let

At daybreak the following morning, Leo was up early, quietly getting ready for his journey to the Lycan community. He wore plain clothes, deliberately setting aside anything that marked his status or rank, his movements steady and purposeful. Moments before he left, he called Rylan aside.“Rylan,” he said, voice low. “I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone.”Rylan straightened, eyes locked on his Alpha.“Please look after the pack while I’m away,” Leo continued, his tone steady but edged with urgency. “I’ll make sure to return soon.”Though he nodded, a trace of unease stayed in Rylan’s eyes.Leo’s expression hardened.“And remember, until we find Bayle, security must stay tight. No risks. No gaps.Make sure the training wolves take their sessions seriously—Bayle’s escape isn’t just a failure.It’s a warning.I can feel danger coming.”“I understand,” Rylan said firmly.Leo hesitated, then added, “My sister’s coming home in a few days. You know how long she’s been away… two years is a lif

"Leo?" Aliyah’s voice was a whisper, lost in the mist. She ran barefoot through a forest that didn’t feel real. The trees leaned too close. The air was thick. Blood stained the leaves. Her feet. Her hands. Something growled behind her. She turned. Leo knelt in the dirt, bleeding, shoulders trembling.. Dark shapes circled him — rogues, monsters, shadows with eyes. His head lifted. He looked at her — pain in his eyes. And something worse. Regret. She tried to move. She couldn’t. The ground held her. Her mouth opened. No sound. The shadows dragged him into the dark. His lips moved, but she couldn’t hear. Still, she screamed. "Leo—!" --- Aliyah jolted upright in bed, breath ragged. Her chest heaved. Her palms were damp. The room was unnaturally still. The silence pressed in. Sunlight streamed through the windows, warm and golden, but it felt wrong. Too calm. Too quiet. "No..." she gasped, voice shaky. "Why am I seeing this? Why now?" She pressed a hand

After days of travel, the rogues finally arrived at the Moon Crest Pack. Alpha Dominic had been eagerly awaiting their return, with Leo in chains. At his side stood Bayle, whom Leo and his pack had been searching for since his mysterious escape. They had no idea he had slipped free with the help of Dominic’s men. His presence remained a secret, known only to the Alpha’s inner circle. The rogues dragged Leo through the corridors. His hands were bound behind his back with silver-threaded chains that burned into his skin with every step. He could barely walk, his body weakened from the journey and the beating he had endured. Blood dripped from a gash on his brow, the result of a blow during the ambush. Dominic’s wolves didn’t speak. Their movements were sharp and merciless as they shoved Leo to his knees before a large iron door, forced it open, and dragged him into the heart of the Moon Crest Pack’s stronghold.The throne room was just as Leo remembered, cold, dark, and reeking of blo

Sweat slid down Aliyah’s temple as her claws tore through the thick trunk of a tree. The wood split with a sharp crack. She barely registered the scent of sap or the burn in her muscles. Her mind locked into rhythm. Strike. Breathe. Focus.“Harder,” Elder Thalos called from the ledge above. “Strength means nothing without control.”Aliyah exhaled and stepped toward the next target. “This is control.”“You’re holding back. A queen does not hesitate.”She didn’t argue. Since claiming the crown, her life had become a blur of council sessions and endless training. No time for heartbreak. No room for Leo.But these sessions with Thalos, buried deep in the forest, anchored her.With a growl, she lunged and split another trunk clean through. Splinters flew. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.Thalos gave a slight nod. “Better. But not enough.”“I’m giving everything I have,” Aliyah said, breath ragged.Thalos descended slowly, robes whispering over earth and stone. His voice softened but he