All Chapters of Savage Vows: Claimed by the Lycan King : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The Bond We Cannot BreakThe air outside the compound was thick with tension. The scent of blood and iron still clung to the wind as if the earth itself refused to let go of what had been spilled. Inside the walls of the Lycan King’s domain, silence spread like fog after a storm—unnerving, deceptive, fragile.Seraphina’s fingers trembled as she wiped the dried blood from her cheek. It wasn’t hers—but that didn’t make it easier to bear. She sat by the hearth in Kael’s private quarters, wrapped in a thick fur cloak that smelled faintly of cedar and smoke. Her eyes were locked on the fire, but her thoughts were miles away—trapped in that brutal moment where everything could have ended.Kael entered without warning, boots thudding heavily against the stone floor. His shirt was torn at the shoulder, a gash beneath it already beginning to heal, but his eyes—his wild, unreadable eyes—were darker than she'd ever seen them.She didn’t turn to face him, didn’t ask if he was okay. She already kn

Shadows Between UsThe silence between them stretched as thick as fog.Kain’s fingers hovered just over Amara’s skin, like he was afraid she might shatter if he touched her too hard. The light from the moon spilled into the room through the broken window, painting ghostly streaks across her face. She was unconscious, but her body was warm—alive.He couldn’t lose her.“Stay with me,” he murmured, brushing a lock of blood-matted hair from her forehead. “You don’t get to leave me, not after everything.”The door slammed open behind him.Kain didn’t even flinch. His eyes stayed on her. “Say one word, Mikhail, and I swear to God—”“You shouldn’t have brought her here,” Mikhail said, voice tight with tension. “They followed you. You’ve put us all at risk.”Kain stood slowly, his muscles tight with restraint. “She was dying. I didn’t have a choice.”“She’s human,” Mikhail snapped. “And you—”“She’s mine,” Kain growled. “I won’t argue with you about this.”The air vibrated with the weight of

The Blood Moon's Demand“I shouldn’t have come,” Elara whispered, her fingers trembling as they trailed the sharp edge of the moonstone dagger.The ceremonial blade shimmered in the firelight, its silver runes pulsing as if breathing. Asher stood across from her, stripped of his crown, his bare chest marred with fresh claw marks from the Trials.The Lycan King was no longer a monarch before his people—he was a mate, pleading for his bond.“You had no choice,” he said hoarsely. “The moment you walked into the Rite’s circle, fate bound us tighter. You knew that.”“I also knew you were hiding something,” she snapped, eyes narrowing. “And tonight proved it.”The Temple of Thorns around them roared with the low chanting of the elders. The Blood Moon ceremony was not just a tradition—it was a test. And tonight, every secret Asher buried had been clawed into the open.“I didn’t want to lose you,” he said.“Then you should’ve trusted me.”Her voice cracked, and the sound was worse than any wo

Whispers of BetrayalThe flicker of torchlight danced along the stone walls as Lyra followed the winding path deeper into the Lycan King’s hidden fortress. The scent of moss and ancient secrets clung to the air, thick enough to choke. Every footstep she took echoed louder than her thoughts, but it wasn’t fear driving her — it was the gnawing uncertainty lodged in her chest since she overheard the council’s whispers.Ronan had lied to her. Maybe not with his words, but with his silence.He had known about the blood oath. Known what binding her to him truly meant — not just protection or power, but ownership. She wasn't just his queen. She was his property.And yet, here she was, trudging through darkness, chasing the ghost of a man she was starting to love and loathe in equal measure.“Stop,” came a voice behind her.She turned sharply, heart vaulting into her throat. A shadow emerged — not Ronan. It was Kael, his second-in-command, and the one Lyra trusted least.“You shouldn’t be do

The Witch's BargainThe sky burned with violet fire.Amara jerked her head up, heart crashing against her ribs, as the earth rumbled beneath her bare feet. From the eastern ridge of the mountain, a pulse of unnatural energy sliced through the clouds, turning night into something else entirely—something not meant for this world.Kael threw his arm across her, pulling her back instinctively, his eyes glowing silver. “That’s not a storm,” he said, voice low, ragged.“No,” Amara whispered, “It’s her.”Before Kael could answer, a figure cloaked in shadow rose from the cliff’s edge. She walked with the elegance of a queen and the menace of a blade unsheathed. Her long silver hair swirled unnaturally in the windless air. Eyes like ink — bottomless, unyielding.“Ravena,” Kael growled.Amara tensed. The name was a curse Kael rarely spoke aloud. Ravena, the high witch of the old blood. The one Kael had once trusted before her betrayal burned half his kingdom to ash.“You should’ve stayed buried