All Chapters of BOUGHT BY THE LYCAN TWINS : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 102"What happened between you and Aunt? I can tell those are hand prints on your cheeks," Rowen asked, his eyes narrowing at the faint red marks along Ravenna’s face.Ravenna rolled her eyes, not in the mood to explain herself. Her voice came out clipped.“Forget about that for now. When is Roselyn getting tried?” she asked instead, her tone turning sharp. “I heard she killed her mate too?”The room went still.She noticed Lucien stiffen at her words. His back straightened, his jaw locking so tightly she could almost hear his teeth grind.Rowen was the one who answered, his voice low. “Technically… she did. We had no idea they were even mates until it was too late.”Ravenna tilted her head slightly, studying him. She could see how the subject weighed on him—the way his shoulders sagged slightly, the way his voice dulled.“Calix didn’t deserve her,” Rowen muttered. “He didn’t deserve to die.”She swallowed. She didn’t know Calix that well—barely even remembered speaking to him

Chapter 104By late afternoon, the mansion was alive with voices.Guests had begun to arrive from different packs—carriages rolling up the long gravel drive, guards stationed at every corner, servants rushing with trays of wine and lanterns. The heavy doors at the entrance opened and closed constantly, letting in gusts of cool air mixed with the sound of hooves and chatter.Inside, the corridors were lined with soft golden light from the sconces. The walls, though grand, seemed smaller now with the number of people moving about—elders in long robes, warriors in fine armor, noblewomen with glittering hairpieces whispering behind their fans.Alycia walked through it all quietly.Her dress was simple. A pale fabric that fell softly against her body, nothing like the flashy gowns the maids had begged her to wear earlier. They had pleaded with her—insisted that this was the night she should look radiant, like a queen. But she couldn’t bear it. She wanted to feel like herself, not the image

Chapter 106Lucien stood where she’d left him.The cold night air bit at his skin, but he didn’t move. Couldn’t. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white, as he stared at the spot where she had stood moments ago.The words replayed in his mind, sharp and relentless.Do you even care about me? Forget Ravenna. Forget the mate bond. Do you care about me?He closed his eyes.Gods, he did. He loved her so much it hurt. But how could he explain what she meant to him when the lines between past and present blurred so painfully? When every glance at her face brought memories he didn’t ask for but couldn’t forget?He hated himself for it.Hated himself for making her doubt. For making her cry. For making her feel second to a ghost.The worst part? She wasn’t second. She never had been.Ravenna or Alycia—it didn’t matter what name she bore, what memories she carried, what fragments she forgot. She was her. Always her.She's his mate. His heart, his undoing.Lucien tilted his head back, e

Chapter 108When the handle turned, Alycia’s heart nearly leapt out of her chest. She froze where she stood, her breath caught in her throat. The knob twisted once, then again—slow, insistent, as though whoever stood outside knew she was in there and wanted in.But the door didn’t open.It was locked.The rattling sound grew louder, more urgent, and panic surged through her body. Her palms went damp, her chest heaved. She pressed herself back against the wall, desperate for escape though there was none.Her eyes darted across the room—windows too high, no other door. She was trapped.Alycia’s throat worked, but no sound came. Her voice felt sealed off by fear.The knob twisted again. Metal clicked and scraped, but the door held. Whoever it was lingered, waiting, testing, and the silence that followed felt even heavier than the noise.His hand clamped over her mouth before she could even gasp. Strong. Rough. The familiar scent hit her next, filling her nose, filling her lungs.Ethan.H

Chapter 110: Alycia’s TearsRowen had not expected to hear such broken sounds the moment he pushed the door open. The sight that met him almost knocked the breath from his chest. Alycia sat curled on the bed, her face buried in her hands, her whole body shaking with sobs. The sound of her crying was sharp, raw, like it had been clawed from deep inside her.“Alycia?” His voice was rough with shock. He crossed the room in long, fast steps and knelt in front of her. “What happened? Who did this to you?” His hands trembled as he reached for her wrists, trying to draw her hands away from her face so he could see her.But Alycia only shook her head, unable to form words. She fell against his chest instead, clutching at his tunic like a lifeline. Her tears soaked through the fabric almost instantly.Rowen wrapped his arms around her tightly, but his body was tense, every muscle wound tight like a drawn bow. His nose twitched, sharp senses trying to make sense of the air around her. That was