Semua Bab Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir: Bab 91 - Bab 100

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

Chapter 99 - Let’s make a deal“You little bitch.You have some goddamn nerve coming here. You really have no shame, do you?”Paige’s voice dripped with disgust. My half-sister stood over me, her hand still raised from the slap she’d just given me. My cheek stung, but my pride burned even more.For ten years, I’d let the Reeds walk all over me because of Mom’s illness. But not today.I slapped her back, hard.The sound cracked through the air. Paige stumbled, eyes wide with shock, then she burst into tears. “How dare you!” she shrieked.“You slapped me first,” I said coldly. “I just returned the favor.”“What is going on here?” My father, Franklin, rushed into the foyer, his attention instantly zeroing in on Paige. He helped her up, and she immediately crumpled against his shoulder, the picture of sweet wounded innocence. How was she such a good actress?“Daddy,” she sobbed, “I just told her she looked like one of the maids and should change, and she slapped me!”I felt my hands curl

Chapter 101 – The Stand-In GroomMy bravado had lasted all of three seconds. The moment his eyes met mine, cold, sharp, steady—I froze.It slapped some reality back into me and I actually asked myself, What the hell am I doing here?I tried to pull my hand free, but his grip didn’t budge. The bracelet on my wrist bit into my skin.“Let go,” I said, forcing my voice to stay even. “This was a mistake. I wasn’t thinking straight.”“Sit.”That one word was enough. My knees gave out, and I dropped into the chair opposite him. My heart was beating too fast. Forget the wheelchair, the man in front of me didn’t look weak at all. He looked dangerous, in a calm, unreadable way that made my skin prickle.“I didn’t realize you were… like this,” I said, nodding slightly toward the wheelchair. “You’re not exactly the type I need for what I’m planning.”If I sounded cruel, that was the point. I wanted to offend him enough that he’d let me go.Instead, he tilted his head slightly. “And what exactly a