Semua Bab Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir: Bab 91 - Bab 96

Chapter 93 – Shifting Ground Selene’s POVI barely remembered waking. Just warmth. My body molded into Lucien’s, our limbs tangled, his breath steady behind my ear. I stirred first, shifting to glance at the clock, but his arms only tightened.“Lucien, we have a full—”He cut me off, voice thick with sleep. “Let the world wait.”I laughed quietly, trying again to wriggle free. “You’re being ridiculous.”“I’m king. I can afford to be.”His lips brushed the back of my neck. I stilled. My pulse sped up. The moment stretched. I felt his hand splay against my stomach, firm and possessive.“Stay,” he whispered. “Just for a little longer.”Resistance? Gone. I melted back into him. Even my wolf rolled over in agreement, purring through our bond. I reached behind me, fingers threading into his hair. He responded immediately, his mouth trailing over my shoulder, igniting heat wherever it passed.There was no urgency, no frenzy. Only rhythm. Breath. The creak of the mattress and quiet sighs sha

Chapter 95 – The Burden of BloodLucien’s POV“Gone?”Theron’s voice is barely more than a whisper, yet it slices through the chaos like lightning splitting the heavens. The storm howls above us, matching the fury building inside my chest. Rain hammers down in relentless torrents, soaking through our cloaks, armor, skin—down to the bone. The earth beneath our feet is soft and treacherous, sucking at our boots like it wants to drag us under. Thunder growls like a beast overhead.“Gone?” Theron repeats, his voice cracking, his pupils dilating as if he's seeing a ghost. “What do you mean—gone?”My fists clench so tightly that blood seeps from where my claws pierce my own palms.“She vanished.” I grit the words between my teeth. My wolf paces within me, on the edge of snapping. “Vanished from her room in the dead of night. No sign of forced entry. No scent trail. No packed belongings. Not even a freaking hairpin out of place. Cathy didn’t just leave. She was taken.”His mouth opens. No so

Chapter 97 – The Predator’s IllusionDorian’s POVThe wind lashes my face like sharpened glass, slicing at skin already numbed by cold. Each gust feels like a punishment—like the world itself has turned against me. The sky is a bruised shade of gray, swollen with snow that falls in silent, suffocating sheets. Mist swirls around the skeletal trees, thick and malevolent, slithering through the branches like a ghost hunting for warmth.I can’t see. I can barely breathe.The forest is no longer a place—it’s a thing. Alive. Watching. Waiting.Every crunch of snow beneath my boots sounds like a war drum in this quiet void. The terrain warps before me, distances stretch unnaturally, and time feels like it's bending in on itself. I don’t know how long I’ve been wandering. Hours? Days? Weeks?Snow reaches my thighs now, dragging at my legs with every step like I’m wading through frozen cement. My muscles burn. My lungs rattle. My ribs scream with every breath, and even my teeth ache from the c