All Chapters of Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61 – The River’s Curse Selene’s POVThe final crackle of the fireworks fades into the night, leaving behind faint trails of smoke that twist and curl like ghostly fingers into the sky. The air feels heavy now... thick with the lingering scent of burnt powder and that quiet promise of rain. The kind of stillness that settles after a celebration, where for a heartbeat the world seems to hold its breath.I don’t move. I just stand there, watching the last spark die out, my heart pounding strangely in my chest. My thoughts are jumbled, like the smoke above me... drifting, directionless. And then, from the corner of my eye, I sense her.Joy.She steps up beside me so quietly that I almost don’t notice at first. There’s a gentleness about her tonight, as if she’s afraid that speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile peace of this moment.“Selene,” she says, her voice soft, her eyes kind but serious, “let me take Aria home.”I follow her gaze, and that’s when I see him.Darian.

Chapter 63 – RemedySelene’s POVThe healer’s words cling to me, heavy and cold, long after he’s left my side. It feels like they’ve sunk deep beneath my skin, poisoning me with the same helplessness that’s overtaking Aria. I manage a stiff nod, murmuring a thank you I don’t mean. What else can I say? What else can I do? The healer gives me that look... the one filled with quiet sorrow, the kind of look someone gives when they’ve seen too much loss. I see the sympathy in his eyes, but I don’t want it. I can’t bear it. If I take even a scrap of that pity into my heart, I’ll fall apart right here in front of him, in front of everyone.And so, I force myself to move. To do something. Anything.I throw myself into the chaos of the infirmary. My hands tremble, but I keep them busy. I change bandages that are already stained through. I fetch buckets of clean water, though my arms ache. I whisper soft words to frightened children and weary parents, though my voice feels like it might crack w

Chapter 65 – A Promise for JonesSelene’s POVThe moment Lucian appears at the doorway, my heart feels as if a massive weight has been lifted. His arrival is like a breath of air after drowning. He’s a mess—his dark hair damp with sweat, his clothes sticking to his powerful frame, his chest rising and falling with the effort of whatever trials he had faced to bring me what I needed. His skin glistens beneath the torchlight, and though exhaustion drags at his features, his eyes—those fierce, unyielding eyes—find mine and soften.Without a single word, he strides forward, determination in every step despite the weariness in his bones. He places the ghost orchid into my trembling hands. The delicate blossom, pale as moonlight, feels strangely heavy with the weight of so many hopes. I swallow hard, my throat tight with gratitude and fear. Lucian has done his part. Now everything depends on me.For a long, breathless moment, I just stare at the tools laid out before me: the worn, smudged n

Chapter 67 - The VowSelene’s POVI never imagined I would find myself standing beneath the canopy of ancient trees, sunlight dappling the forest floor, dressed in a gown the color of fresh snow. The air feels cool against my skin, but my palms are clammy, my fingers trembling slightly as I try to calm the storm inside me. The delicate lace of the dress rests lightly along my collarbone, and the fabric clings softly to my shape, as if the gown was made just for me, though I know it was chosen in haste.Beside me, Lucian moves with quiet purpose. The sound of the fabric rustling as his fingers adjust the clasp at the back of my gown draws my attention. His knuckles brush against my neck, and the unexpected contact sends a ripple through me, as if his touch has unlocked something I had tried to keep hidden.He steps back slowly, his gaze lingering on me longer than I expect. His eyes sweep over me from head to toe, as if seeing me for the first time, and there is a flicker of something

Chapter 69 – Ties That BindThird povThe sound came softly at first, barely noticeable beneath the steady rhythm of the rain. But then it was unmistakable—a delicate metallic clink that sliced through the air like a whispered secret. Lucian and Selene froze. Both pairs of eyes fell to the ground at the same time, drawn by something shining faintly through the drenched grass. There, half-buried in the mud, lay a silver ring.It wasn’t just any ring.The rain seemed to hush around them as the air thickened with recognition. The glimmering band, dulled slightly by time and weather, remained untouched by the years in its design and sentiment. Selene moved first, her breath catching as she reached forward to retrieve it. But Lucian moved faster. His hand closed around it with swift finality, fingers curling tightly as though he feared it might vanish if he let it go.For a long, agonizing moment, he did not speak.His gaze rested on the ring, and the expression on his face was not easily