All Chapters of The Embrace Of The Lycan King : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

*Day 3*Morning arrived again as if the night had only been a brief blink — a cruel trick of time that offered no real rest.Livia was still awake. She had not slept, not even for a moment. Her eyelids were heavy, trembling with exhaustion, yet she refused to let them close. She was terrified of what waited in the darkness — of the nightmare that would replay the moment she surrendered to sleep. So she remained perfectly still, sitting on the edge of her bed with her knees drawn close to her chest, her blank gaze fixed on the cold stone wall in front of her.Her heart felt hollow, her body weak, and her mind was floating somewhere between wakefulness and collapse. The room was silent except for the faint sound of birds outside, signaling the arrival of another day.The creak of the door broke that silence. Livia turned her head slowly, too drained to react more than that, and saw Elder Arcturus stepping inside. His usual stern presence softened when his eyes fell upon her.He carried

*Day 4*Another day had come, and Livia’s heart leapt the moment sunlight touched her skin. She rose from bed in an instant and hurried toward the window. Pulling it wide open, she let the morning breeze sweep through her tangled hair from sleep. A soft smile curved her lips as she gently closed her eyes, savoring the kiss of the wind and the warmth of the sun on her face.After a few moments, she opened her eyes again and gazed at the beautiful view outside her chamber. As she stood there, enjoying the morning light and the gentle breeze, a knock echoed from the heavy door before it slowly creaked open.Elder Roman stepped inside — a sight that made her frown slightly, for she had expected someone else to be the first to enter her chamber this morning.“Good morning, Luna,” Elder Roman greeted politely.“Good… morning,” Livia replied hesitantly, glancing past him toward the hallway as if searching for someone. “Did Florita leave?” she asked.“No,” Elder Roman said with a small smile.

The world around her seemed sharper than before. Every rustle of the wind, every faint vibration of the ground beneath her feet — Livia could feel them as if the training field itself had come alive. Her heart was still racing from the spar, but beneath the pounding of her pulse was something new. Something awake.She stared at her hands for a long moment. They trembled slightly, not from fear, but from something else — an unfamiliar current coursing beneath her skin. It was as though something long dormant within her had stirred during that exchange with Elder Roman.“Livia,” Florita’s voice reached her gently, drawing her back from her thoughts. “Are you alright?”“I…” Livia swallowed hard, lowering her staff slowly. “I don’t know. It felt different. Everything did.”Elder Roman, who was now leaning lightly against his own staff, regarded her with a thoughtful gaze. “Different how?”She hesitated before speaking, still trying to make sense of it herself. “While we are sparring, I co

*Day 7*Morning came quietly, as if the world itself knew that the storm inside Livia had yet to settle. Pale sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the chamber, brushing against her skin like a gentle reminder that a new day had begun.But her body screamed for more rest. Every muscle ached, her limbs felt like stone, and even the simple act of breathing carried a dull weight in her chest. The illusions from the day before had done more than exhaust her — they had emptied her.For a long moment, she simply lay there on the soft mattress in her chamber, eyes fixed on the ceiling. A part of her — a small, desperate part — wanted to close her eyes and let the day pass her by.But then she remembered Florita’s words.> “Strength is not measured by how many times you fall… but by how many times you rise again.”With a trembling breath, Livia pushed herself up. Her arms shook under her weight, her body protesting with every small movement. Still, she swung her legs over the side of

*Day 9*The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of amber and violet, when Livia shifted back into her human form. The transformation felt seamless now, as if Lilly’s strength and awareness had settled comfortably within her, leaving her feeling both grounded and alive. She brushed her damp hair back and walked toward the training hall with a lightness in her step.As she entered, the warm glow of lanterns illuminated the room, and the familiar scent of Florita’s cooking filled the air. The sight lifted her spirits instantly — Florita was carefully placing steaming bowls of food on the long wooden table, humming softly to herself.“Florita!” Livia exclaimed, her face lighting up. “You’re preparing dinner!”The older woman turned with a gentle smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Of course, little one. A warrior needs her strength restored after such a day. Now, tell me — how was your wolf’s training?”Livia’s chest swelled with pride. “It went… incredibly