Todos os capítulos de Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Chapter 71 – It feels like truth Selene’s POVThe gardens behind the palace are quieter than I anticipated... too quiet, almost like they’re holding their breath. The soft shuffle of our footsteps along gravel paths is the loudest sound, save for the distant murmur of fountains and the occasional rustle of wind through hanging blossoms. I expected laughter or music, maybe the hum of life from a royal estate. Instead, there's a stillness that feels... watchful.Elowen walks between Darian and me with a graceful authority that betrays her title of “princess.” She’s not just decorative royalty; she carries herself like someone who’s used to making decisions that matter. Each time she exchanges a glance or a passing comment with Darian, there’s a flicker of understanding between them... one that’s layered and growing.As we pass beneath an arbor laced with moonflowers, I find myself learning more from their casual conversation than any formal announcement could provide. Her father, I gat

Chapter 73 – The Reason He Chose MeSeleneI never expected a breakthrough to come from a dusty, half-torn journal buried under other forgotten records. I had only taken it on a whim, hoping to find a footnote, a symptom, anything that could shed light on what was happening to Eira. She’d been fading too quietly, too slowly. It was like death had taken up residence inside her but was too polite to knock.I flipped through the fragile pages, my fingers careful not to tear the brittle edges. Most of the writing was cramped and hurried, like the writer had been racing against time. I almost missed it. In the lower corner of one page was a faded illustration of a five-petaled flower. The petals were long and wispy, curling inward in a spiral, and the ink used was faint, almost as if the flower didn’t want to be noticed.My eyes locked onto it. Something about the shape nagged at me until I suddenly remembered where I had seen it. It was the same pattern I had noticed beginning to form on

Chapter 75 – The Truth Beneath the VialSelene’s POVThe palace halls no longer hum with quiet luxury. They echo now with chaos, fear, and the fast rhythm of feet against marble. Somewhere to my left, a vase crashes to the ground. I do not look back. Maids dart past in flurries of linen and panic. Noblemen speak in hurried bursts, voices too loud to mask their unease. Somewhere down another corridor, a footman calls for a physician. Another bell chimes a second later, then a third. The palace is ringing like a struck chord. Every note cries out the same name.Eira.My pace quickens, not because I share their panic, but because I don’t have the luxury of losing time. My heart clenches, yes. I’m scared, yes. But panic? That’s a trap. I cannot afford it. Not when everything now teeters on a knife’s edge.I slip into a side study no one uses anymore, the door closing with a muffled thud that silences the palace behind me. The noise dims. My fingers tremble, but they move fast. I shove boo

Chapter 77 – When the Voice ComesSelene’s POVThe sky above Verdancia is painted in muted golds and lavenders, the last breath of daylight casting long shadows over the worn garden path. We’re walking slowly now—Lucien just ahead, silent for the first time all day. I can hear the tension in every footfall he makes. Not his usual stride. No purpose, no direction. Just… stalling.He stops. Not abruptly, but deliberately. Like something inside him finally pulled too tight to keep moving.I pause beside him, heart ticking faster than I want to admit. His shoulders shift. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. A flicker of conflict passes through his eyes—raw, exposed, uncertain.That alone nearly steals the breath from my chest. Lucien. Hesitating.But then, like a steel door sliding back into place, it’s gone. His face sets. His voice, when it comes, is clipped and controlled.“I had you sign the bond for Aria,” he says.Just that. No warmth. No preamble.I stare at him, bli

Chapter 79 – Again Lucien’s POVThe moment I hear the door click shut behind Selene, I let out a slow breath and finally sit up straight. The alcohol in my system was nothing more than juice, but the act of pretending to be intoxicated drained me more than I thought it would. Pretending to be something I am not, even for a few hours, has never been my strong suit. But tonight it was necessary. It was the only way I could keep Selene close without raising her defenses or sparking another argument.Being near her when her walls are lowered is a rare gift. I took it, selfish as it may have been.As the silence settles in the room, the voice in my head stirs again. Manuel, the wolf part of me, always quick to speak and rarely willing to keep quiet.“You need to tell her. You cannot keep doing this. I feel it. Something in her has shifted. Her scent, her energy, the way her presence wraps around us. It reminds me of something. No, it reminds me of someone. Isolde. But not quite. It is more