All Chapters of Aurora and the ruthless Lycan king: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The courtyard festivities had softened into warmth and laughter as twilight crept over the palace. The sun dipped beneath the horizon, casting amber light across the sky, streaking it in pink and gold.But while the crowd still feasted and music filled the air, Aurora and Aries gently pulled the twins and Seris away. They moved through the palace corridors in comfortable silence, the tension and excitement coiling tighter with each step.They ended up in the Royal Garden Room, a glass-walled atrium filled with soft golden light and the scent of night-blooming flowers. It was quiet here—away from the pressure, the expectations, the gazes.Aurora turned to her sons, brushing a hand over Phoenix’s cheek, then Lucian’s.“You both have come so far,” she said softly. “You’ve made us so proud.”Phoenix swallowed hard, his usual confidence tempered by nerves. “Mum… is it going to hurt?”She gave him a small, sad smile. “Yes, sweetheart. But it won’t last long. And after? After comes the momen

The palace stirred awake before the sun even crested the horizon, the air charged with anticipation and celebration. Today marked another monumental moment in the week of royal birthdays: the sixteenth birthday of Ruby and Tyler, the future royal Betas.Despite the early hour, the training wing echoed with the rhythmic sounds of combat: padded footsteps on stone, sharp exhales with each movement, and the occasional barked instruction from Aries, who stood tall and proud near the center of the room. Ruby and Tyler were already warming up, their bodies agile and focused.Tyler moved with precision—his strikes calculated, his footwork steady. Ruby, on the other hand, fought with grace and speed, her movements almost dance-like as she dodged and countered effortlessly. Aries watched both with quiet pride. They were not only his children’s closest allies, but they’d earned every bit of their title through discipline, heart, and strength.Phoenix and Lucian, freshly shifted and still adjust

The palace had finally fallen quiet.The soft echo of footsteps, laughter, and late-night chatter had faded into silence. Beyond the windows, the moon had begun its slow descent, casting a silvery glow across the marble floors. The scent of lavender drifted gently from the oil burners nestled along the royal wing, mingling with the faint, familiar scent of snow and wild roses that always seemed to follow Aurora.Aurora stood by the wide glass doors leading to their private balcony, her robe loosely tied around her waist, long hair falling down her back in waves. She leaned against the frame, watching the sky.Behind her, Aries stepped out from their ensuite, towel around his shoulders, damp strands of hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes found her instantly, softening as he approached.“You’ve been quiet tonight,” he said, voice low and rough from the late hour.Aurora didn’t turn. “Just thinking.”Aries came up behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pressed a kiss to

The morning classes passed in a blur, filled with the low hum of conversations, scraping chairs, and the scratch of pens on parchment. The halls of the Academy buzzed with their usual rhythm, but Seris couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on her.She didn’t have to look far to confirm it.Cato.Again.He sat a row behind her in their shared political theory class, posture relaxed but eyes fixed—piercing, unreadable. His gaze wasn’t overtly hostile, but it lingered like a presence she hadn’t invited.Seris caught him staring as she leaned over her workbook, and without flinching, she raised an eyebrow at him, holding his gaze long enough to make her point.Cato smirked, slow and unbothered, and finally looked away.“Creep,” Seris muttered under her breath.By the time the lunch bell rang, Seris was more than ready for a break from the weird tension. She found Gabby waiting by the lockers, already halfway through a protein bar and bouncing on her toes.“Please tell me your classes weren’t

Cato stood in the center of his father’s office, still barely able to process the words that had been spoken less than an hour ago.“Alpha Magnus is dead.”The words had echoed through the great hall of the Northern Pack estate like a thunderclap. No ceremony. No dramatics. Just finality. Cold and abrupt.And now, all eyes were on him.He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to feel. Anger? Sorrow? Maybe relief. But instead… he felt nothing. Just a strange emptiness as he stared at the high-backed chair his father used to sit in—intimidating and silent, always watching, always judging.Cato clenched his fists. “He’s really gone,” he muttered.Beta Joren, his father’s second-in-command, stepped into the room, his tone cautious. “I’m sorry, Alpha.”Alpha.Cato flinched internally at the title. It sounded wrong coming from someone as seasoned as Joren.“He wasn’t a good man,” Cato said quietly. “Not to me. Not to most of the pack.”Joren nodded, not denying it. “Still, he was your father.”“Ba