All Chapters of Aurora and the ruthless Lycan king: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Part 1 – Aurora’s POV The fire raged louder than ever. Aurora was standing in the center of her pack lands, the world around her alight with orange and red flames licking at the night sky. The once-proud trees were charred skeletons. The houses—memories she’d grown up in—were reduced to ash. Screams echoed in her ears: wolves howling in terror, pups crying for their mothers, warriors yelling out orders as they fell one by one. She tried to run, but her legs felt like they were made of lead. She screamed, “No! Not again!” but her voice was lost in the roar of destruction. In the distance, she saw her mother’s house collapse into fire. She turned, and there—standing at the edge of the carnage—was a figure cloaked in shadow, unmoving. Watching. Her Lycan, Luna, roared inside her mind, full of anguish. “Wake up, Aurora! Wake up!” Aurora bolted upright with a strangled scream. Sweat drenched her skin. Her chest heaved like she’d been running for hours. She blinked through t

Aurora’s POV Two days had passed since Aries sent his letters to the Alphas of Darkmoor, Ashveil, Ravencliff, and Draven Hollow. The palace buzzed with quiet tension. Hidden agendas lingered beneath polished smiles. I had tried to follow Aries’ request to keep our investigation secret—but the girls weren’t just friends. They were my sisters. My soulmates in war and survival. So, I told them. Together, Iris, Allie, Bella, and I searched through every scrap of information Aries had let me see. It was Bella who found the clue. A trial report marked “Confidential – Redirected.” Candidate 112. That was me. My aura had spiked during the trials. The record stated there was “no visible magic” but still forwarded the report directly to Draven Hollow’s emissary. The girls stared at the parchment, speechless. “They knew,” I said. “Back then. Before I was even chosen.” “But why them?” Iris asked. “Why did Draven Hollow get that report?” “Because someone already knew—or suspected—who I was

Far from the palace, beyond the lush forests and guarded borders of the kingdom, nestled in the jagged cliffs where the sun barely touched the land, lived a woman cloaked in shadows. Nora. Her beauty mirrored Aurora’s—identical in every way down to the celestial blue of her eyes and the cascade of dark hair. But where Aurora’s presence brought warmth and light, Nora radiated cold ambition and eerie stillness. Raised in the hidden covens of the dark witches, she had never known love or mercy. Her life had been shaped by rituals, curses, and the hunger for power. The witches whispered a prophecy from the moment she could walk: The moon bore two, but only one shall rise. She had grown up with one purpose—to reclaim the life that was stolen from her. To take back the crown that, in her mind, was always meant to be hers. While Aurora played princess and earned loyalty, Nora honed her skills in ancient blood magic, watched the kingdom from afar through scrying mirrors, and waited. W

The morning sun filtered through the tall glass windows of Aries’ chambers, casting golden light over the thick furs and silk sheets tangled around their bodies. For once, there was no knock on the door. No meeting. No messenger. No war. Just silence. And them. Aurora lay curled against Aries’ chest, her fingers absently drawing circles over the ridges of his bare stomach. His hand rested protectively at the small of her back, his breathing deep and steady. She could feel the strength of him — the calm, the anchor — even as her thoughts wandered restlessly. “You’re doing it again,” Aries murmured, his voice hoarse from sleep. “Doing what?” she asked, voice quiet. “Thinking too hard.” She smiled faintly, still tracing the same slow circles. “I didn’t know that was a crime.” He opened one eye lazily. “It is when you’ve been given a full day off. No councils. No threats. No war rooms. And yet, here you are, thinking.” Aurora huffed a laugh and buried her face against his chest. “

Aurora stood beside Aries at the war table, her heart thudding a little harder than usual. The weight of the prophecy still sat heavily on her chest, but she pushed it down. Not now. There was too much at stake. Too many eyes on her. Too much to do before the Alphas arrived. The flickering torches lining the war room walls cast long, dancing shadows across the maps laid out before them. Each pinned border, each red-marked territory—it was all a reminder of how fragile their peace had become. They had just returned from lunch—if it could even be called that. Aurora had barely touched her food, and Aries had spent most of the meal glancing toward the doors, tense as a drawn bowstring. Her friends had noticed, of course, but no one asked. Not yet. Not until now. Everyone was gathered—Bella, Allie, Iris, General Tarek, Lady Rowan, a few trusted advisors, and several high-ranking warriors. The mood in the room was tight, filled with silent anticipation. Aries cleared his throat. “The A