All Chapters of Aurora and the ruthless Lycan king: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aurora stood at the arched window, arms folded across her chest, the weight of the day heavy in her bones. Below, the arriving alphas moved between their carriages and chambers, dressed in silk and furs, greeting each other with forced smiles and clipped words. Behind her, Aries stood over the long oak war table, fingers trailing across the carved map of the kingdom, jaw tight with tension. “They’re being too careful,” he muttered, eyes flicking over the markings he’d made earlier. “Too… rehearsed.” Aurora turned to face him. “You noticed it too.” “They’re all smiles and politeness, but I’ve seen men plot war with friendlier faces.” Aurora walked to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You think Emily’s behind something?” “I don’t trust any of them,” Aries said, his voice low. “But yes—Emily’s at the center of it. The way she floats between them, always whispering, always watching. And the others follow her lead too easily.” Aurora sighed. “I thought she seemed… diffe

Aurora’s POV The morning sun shimmered over the palace grounds, but it brought her no comfort. Queen Aurora stood at the highest balcony, her eyes sweeping across the horizon as the winds whispered of a war drawing near. The visions—fragments from the past—had grown stronger, more persistent. Something terrible was coming. Behind her, the doors creaked open. High Commander Ross approached silently, his massive wolf form padding across the polished stone. As he shifted, the familiar shimmer of magic filled the air, and he stood tall in his warrior’s stance, awaiting her command. “Commander,” Aurora said without turning. “I have a task of the utmost importance.” “I’m listening, my Queen.” “I need you to deliver a message to my parents.” Her voice was clear, but there was a tremble behind the steel. “Tell them it’s time to evacuate the pack lands. I want our people sent to trusted allies—every last one of them. No hesitation.” Ross bowed his head slightly. “And the warriors?” “I w

The palace felt oddly calm, a strange stillness clinging to the air like morning mist. Though the storm had not yet arrived, the pressure of it was undeniable—building in the distance, whispering in the corners of their minds. But today… today offered a brief, precious reprieve.Aurora walked with her mother and father through the great stone halls, the warmth of the midday sun filtering through the arched windows. Her father, Alpha Lucas, had insisted on carrying her cloak over his arm, despite her protests. Her mother, Luna Seris, walked with a hand gently on her daughter’s arm, stealing small glances at her as if memorizing every detail.Lunch was being served in the smaller dining hall, a space reserved for more intimate family gatherings. There were no guards crowding the walls, no advisors hovering by the doors. It was quiet. Safe. For once.The long table was set with a spread of roasted meats, warm bread, honey-glazed vegetables, and bowls of sweet fruit. Aurora’s stomach grow

The war drums had not yet sounded, but Aries could feel the call in every fiber of his being.He stood in the high war hall, the massive space now filled to capacity. Over 10,000 warriors filled the chamber—wolves, Lycans, witches bound by loyalty, and gifted seers. His royal guard stood at the front, Thom beside him, Kael and Mike flanking his sides.The noise fell away when Aries raised his hand.“This kingdom,” he began, voice deep, firm, “has known peace for longer than any of us believed possible. But we were blind to the shadows growing in the corners of that peace.”He stepped forward.“Three days from now, an army will come for us. Led by a woman who wears the face of your queen—but who is nothing like her. She is darkness. She is war.”A ripple of anger moved through the room.“You’ve trained for this moment since you could walk. And now, I ask you to stand for your Queen. For Aurora. For the Moon Goddess. For the future of Lycans and wolves alike.”He looked over the crowd—w

The fire crackled low in the hearth of Aries’ private wing, casting long golden streaks across the velvet walls and marble floors. Outside, the sky had begun to darken, a prelude to the storm the kingdom was bracing for—one that would either see it crumble or rise stronger than ever. But inside these walls, it was warm, safe, and strangely quiet. Aurora sat curled in one of the armchairs near the fire, dressed in one of Aries’ black shirts, the hem reaching mid-thigh. Her long hair was still damp from the bath they’d taken together earlier, and her bare legs were tucked beneath her. Across from her, Aries poured them both a glass of red wine, his golden eyes following her with reverence. They’d spent the evening wrapped in each other’s arms, trying to pretend—for just a little while—that war wasn’t pressing against their doorstep. Now, dinner was finished. Plates sat forgotten, steam rising faintly from cooling meat and bread, but neither had the heart to clear them just yet. They w