Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Chosen Mate Of The Lycan King: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The forest around Keira’s hut was quiet, except for the sound of the fire inside and the rustling of leaves outside the hut.The smell of stew filled the air, it was now cold in its pot. Keira stood silently by the door, her heart pounding as she looked at Callum, Ryk, Catherine, and Abigail. Her eyes were fixed on Callum. His eyes no longer looked confused; they looked alive with recognition, filled with the love she had thought was lost. Her hands trembled at her mouth, and her shock slowly turned into a rush of emotions, relief, longing, and fear.“Keira,” Callum said again, his voice rough but softer, he slowly stepped forward. His jacket was torn and stained with blood and dust from the fight back in the wedding hall.Before she could speak, he closed the distance, putting his arms around her in a tight hug. Keira held her breath as her arms slowly covered him, her fingers softly holding his back as if to confirm he was real. He had a warm smell, he smelled of manly soap a

It was a cold morning, and the forest around Keira’s shack was covered in early morning mist.The air was cold, with the smell of wet wood and dew. It was silent except for the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of an owl. Ryk stood a few feet from the shack, his breath was visible as he slowly urinated on an old tree, he had taken his sword out with him.Ryk always loved taking a stroll early in the morning because it was quiet; it helped him process his thoughts well.Just then he heard a twig snap, it was sharp and close, jerking Ryk from his thoughts. He froze, and he slowly began to sniff, trying to identify the danger with his nose.Through the mist, he saw a shadow move, it was a rogue soldier, he recognized leather armor, and that familiar curved blade shining at his side. Ryk quickly hid behind the tree, his heart pounding, his hand reaching for his sword. He peered through the fog, fear in his eyes as more figures emerged, it was a patrol of six rogues, they

Alive?That was the thought on everyone’s mind.The hall was silent. No one had said a word, no one dared to. Even the guards held their breaths, waiting for Lord Conoron to say something.Lord Conoron was silent, his eyes on the guard that had delivered the news.He had an empty look on his face.He knew how hard it had been for him when he had first gotten to rogue island, it had taken a while for the former rogue king, Usher, to trust him and when Usher had finally trusted him, he had him poisoned, and then made him change his will, handing over rulership of rogue island to him, if he wanted the antidote, Usher had done as he said, but he never gave Usher the antidote, he had made Asher, usher’s son a pawn king. At the same time, he and Isabel ruled from the shadows, because he knew the rogues would only answer to a rogue leader and now that Asher was here, his presence posed a threat to the rogue army he had assembled.Callum stood between two rogue guards, their grips bruising hi

The townsquare looked like a battlefield.The ground was covered with blood and ash.No one spoke or tried to break the silence.The square had been divided into three factions.One side had the people of Moonclaw who had been dragged to the square by Moonclaw soldiers.The other side had lord Conoron, Isabel, and Konan, a great deal of the rogue soldiers they had, had left them and switched allegiance to Asher.The last side was Asher’s side.Each side stayed quiet.No one said a word.The scaffold was at the center, of the square, Callum stood there silently, his hands tied as he faced execution, lord Conoron had ordered barrels of oil to be kept around the scaffold, he had planned first to hang Callum, the after he was dead, the barrels of oil would be lit. Callum’s body and the scaffold would be burnt.The surviving townsfolk, surrounded by rogue guards, watched in horror, their hopes had been crushed, most of them had begun to accept their new reality, their lives were over under

The evening sun was golden and warm over Moonclaw, its golden light spraying across the green hills in the distance, making it look like a painting, with the grasses making it look even more surreal.Two weeks had passed since the disaster, and everything was slowly changing.The town was undergoing a new team for renewal. The streets had been swept clean of all the ash, and the homes were being repaired from the ruins of the fire that had nearly consumed them. Scaffolds filled the town square, not for execution this time but for rebuilding. A bunch of men had taken the task of carpenters and were hammering away, a few had taken the task of bricklayers and were laying stone and cement. Everyone was working together to rebuild the town. Even the children contributed. The children were laughing and playing as they carried water to the workers. The ruins from Lord Conoron’s rampage were still visible, but the Moonclaw people were ready to wash everything away and start over afresh, thi