Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Embrace Of The Lycan King : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The chamber was still ringing with the Lycan King and Elder's command when Aldrake slumped back into his chair, his jaw clenched in silent fury. The humiliation burned his pride raw—never before had he been silenced so publicly, so ruthlessly, not even by his equals. His shoulders stiffened as whispers rippled through the hall, some amused at his downfall, others wary of his growing temper. But he dared not meet the King’s gaze again; the weight of that golden stare still pressed against his chest like a blade.The Elder Council leader turned once more to Livia, his expression grave. “You may continue, child. Speak your truth.”Livia swallowed hard, her throat dry as sand, but she refused to cower. The silence of the chamber was heavy, all eyes fixed upon her trembling figure. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her gown, nails biting deep as she forced the words past the knot in her throat.“This…” Her voice cracked, but she steadied herself, lifting her chin. “This is not just about

“Let me be heard.” Madame Julie’s voice rang out, steady and commanding despite her age. It carried across the chamber like a crack of thunder, silencing the last murmurs that lingered after the false witness’s words.All eyes turned toward her. Even those who moments ago had been spitting venom at Livia now froze, their faces palled at the sight of the woman standing tall with Ria and Felly beside her.Madame Julie did not look at the crowd. Instead, she lifted her chin and turned her gaze toward the throne. Her eyes met the Lycan King’s golden ones across the hall. For a long heartbeat, the chamber seemed to hold its breath.He didn’t move, didn’t speak. But the faintest incline of his head gave her permission. Only then did she shift her gaze to the Elder Council, her expression calm but unyielding.“You will grant me this chance to speak,” she said, not as a plea, but as a command rooted in her history, her strength.The Elders exchanged glances, their solemn faces betraying no e

The air reeked of iron and wet earth as Beta Juls and Gamma Roderick tore into the swarm of rogues, their wolves moving like shadows, all muscle and fury. Claws raked, fangs snapped, and the night pulsed with the sound of snarls and dy*ng screams. Still, the rogues kept coming, endless and wild, as if summoned by some unseen hand.Florita stood at the heart of the chaos, her barrier shimmering faintly, pulsing each time a rogue struck against it. Sweat streamed down her face, her lips whispering a chant in an ancient tongue. A faint silver light flickered at her fingertips, but it was dim—far too dim.“We don’t have long,” she gasped. “If I lose focus, they’ll break through!”Juls lunged at a rogue, his silver-gray wolf slamming into its side and crushing its ribs with a snap of jaws. Blood stained his muzzle as he lifted his head, growling. “Then hold, Florita! We’ll clear you a path.”Roderick’s massive brown wolf was already a storm of violence, tearing through three rogues at once

The soft warmth of sunlight streamed gently through the clinic’s sheer curtains, casting pale gold patterns across the bed sheets. The faint scent of herbs and healing ointments lingered in the air, mingling with the sterile chill that always clung to rooms where life and death had once wrestled.Livia’s eyelashes fluttered.A dull ache pulsed behind her temples, and her body felt like it was made of lead — heavy, exhausted, and weak. For a moment, she lay still, listening to the faint rustle of leaves outside, the distant calls of pack members beginning their day, and the steady thump of her own heartbeat.Then, with a slow, shaky breath, she forced her eyes open.The world swam into view — the familiar ceiling of the Blood Moon Pack’s healing wing, the faint hum of magic that still lingered in the air, the lingering traces of someone’s presence beside her bed. Confusion furrowed her brow.Where am I? What happened?She shifted slightly, and a sharp pain shot through her chest, makin

The sun dipped low behind the Blood Moon territory, painting the sky in deep shades of crimson and violet — a sign, perhaps, of the battle that awaited them come dawn. The entire pack was on edge; warriors sharpened their blades, guards doubled their patrols, and whispers of the postponed trial spread like wildfire among the wolves.Inside the pack house, the atmosphere was heavy — the kind of silence that comes not from peace but from anticipation. Everyone knew that the second day of the trial could change everything. It could destroy lives… or save them.Aldus stood by the tall window of his office, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared out at the vast forest beyond the borders. He had barely slept the night before, his mind a storm of thoughts and strategies. Every detail mattered now. Every choice could tip the balance.A soft knock broke the silence. “Come in,” he said without turning around.The door opened, and Beta Juls and Gamma Roderick stepped in. Their wounds fro