All Chapters of The Embrace Of The Lycan King : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The throne hall had never been this silent.Not even the howling wind beyond the Blood Moon citadel could pierce through the suffocating stillness that now gripped every soul present. The air itself seemed to weigh them down.Aldrake’s hands clenched the arms of his chair so tightly the wood cracked beneath his grip, while Amber trembled as if her bones were made of glass. Her eyes darted from face to face, desperate for sympathy. Tears slid down her cheeks, and after a few shaky breaths, she rose from her seat.“No… that’s not true!” she screamed, her voice cracking as it echoed through the hall. “How could I do that? I love Livia as my sister — how could I steal her mate? Alpha Aldrake loves her more than anything. That night, he was just introducing me because I didn’t know anyone. And Livia… she agreed to it!”Her tear-filled eyes turned toward Livia, silently pleading for mercy. But behind the watery gaze lurked something venomous — a hatred that burned hot enough to k*ll. She w

The hall was so silent that even the smallest breath felt deafening. Every pair of eyes was fixed on her — on the trembling woman standing at the center of the chaos. The woman who had been betrayed, humiliated, abandoned… yet still refused to shatter completely.Livia’s chest rose and fell unevenly, her heart hammering so hard it hurt. Her body shook, her knees weak beneath the weight of what she was about to do. And yet, through the blur of tears and the ache splitting her soul in half, a single truth burned fiercely in her mind.‘Why should I beg for forgiveness… for a sin I never committed?’Her gaze lifted — slowly, painfully — to meet Aldrake’s. The man she once loved. The man she once believed would protect her, cherish her, fight beside her. The man who had instead betrayed every vow, every promise, every bond they had ever shared.“I will not,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady. “I will not confess to something I did not do.”A hush swept across the hall. Aldrake’s eye

The moon had climbed high above the Blood Moon territory, bathing the pack house in a silver glow — but inside its stone heart, two souls writhed under the chains of their own torment.Livia’s chamber was sealed by layers of steel and spellwork, tucked deep in the eastern wing where no one could scent her too easily. But even there, the air was thick with the sweetness of her pheromones — a maddening, intoxicating fragrance that seeped through the cracks of the walls, tempting any wolf who came too close.She was no longer on the floor. They had chained her to the iron frame of a heavy bed — silver-coated shackles bound her wrists above her head, another set locked around her ankles, and a thick enchanted restraint coiled around her waist to stop her from thrashing too violently. It wasn’t cruel. It was protection — from herself, from anyone who might be lured by the scent, and from the hunger that was rapidly consuming her sanity.“Ah—” Livia gasped, her back arching against the shee

The world around her blurred as the Elders moved swiftly through realms no ordinary wolf could ever cross. One blink, and the chaos of Blood Moon Pack was gone — replaced by silence so heavy it felt sacred.When the haze cleared, Livia gasped. Before her stretched a place she had only ever heard of in whispered legends — the home of the Five Ancient Elders, a hidden sanctuary where time itself seemed to stand still.It was breathtaking and terrifying all at once. The air was dense with old magic, humming softly beneath her skin, and the very ground beneath her feet pulsed with power that predated kingdoms. Enormous stone structures rose high into the misty sky, covered with carved runes that glowed faintly with an ethereal light. The towering halls were woven with ancient vines and flowers that never withered, and the scent of rain and iron hung in the cool, still air.This was a place built by beings who had watched centuries pass — a home that had seen empires rise and fall. And now

*Day 2*Another sunrise came without her scent in the pack. Another day began with the empty space in his chest where she should have been. And with every dawn that passed, Aldus grew colder.The pack had begun to notice the shift almost immediately — the once steady and composed Lycan King was now a force they moved cautiously around. Every step he took radiated dominance, every glance carried enough pressure to make lesser wolves lower their heads and bare their necks without thinking. In its place was a sharp, cutting presence — a king forged of steel and silence. If he couldn’t have her near him, then he would bury himself in duty. And he did.The council room had become his cage now — stacks of documents, war reports, and alliance letters piled high on the long obsidian table. Aldus tore through them relentlessly, issuing orders with surgical precision, scrutinizing preparations for the Lunar Games, the centuries-old competition where packs from across the continent gathered to