All Chapters of Fated To The Lycan King And His Brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Roisin“You know how this ends, Roisin. Aspen is the one I love, not you. Never a freak like you.” Kai stated coldly, grip tightening around my arm.The words hurt like daggers but I couldn't say I expected any less. Aspen was the golden girl—pretty, social butterfly, charismatic and truly a natural born leader. She was the Beta’s daughter but already exuded that Luna aura everyone had come to accept.She was everything I could only dream of but I was never jealous of her. OK, maybe a little but she was my best friend, basically like a sister to me. We all already knew a perfect future awaited her— dating Kai Kalos, the Alpha's nephew; future Alpha of the Pack. She seemed destined to be the Luna of the Moonstone Pack but how could I have known Kai and I would end up as mates?Silly as it was, I tried to appeal to Kai because what was a wolf without the mate bond?“I know we’re different, but isn’t that what makes us extraordinary?” I whispered, voice trembling. “I know you have feelin

Roisin Kai looked at me strangely, as if something about my presence itched at the edges of his mind. Then, with that same snake-smooth charm he always wore in public, he crouched slightly and offered his hand.“Are you okay, little one?” He asked with that falsely gentle voice that made my stomach churn. “What are you doing out here so early?”I flinched at his touch but forced myself not to shrink away. I couldn't afford to seem suspicious. He studied my face with far too much scrutiny, his eyes narrowing as something slowly clicked into place behind them.His gaze darkened.“Roisin…?” He breathed—hesitant, uncertain, but horrified realization dawning quickly.My heart skipped. There was no time.I yanked my hand from his grip with every ounce of strength my small body could summon and darted past him, bursting into the forest like a bullet fired from a gun.Branches tore at my arms and legs, thorns slashed through my dress and grazed my skin. I stumbled, fell, picked myself back u

Roisin The drive to the palace was quiet—unnervingly quiet. Only the soft voice of the little girl broke the silence every now and then, asking her father a question or sharing a thought. He’d simply hum in response, barely acknowledging her. And me?He didn’t speak to me. Didn’t even look at me.Did he even like me? Did he want me around? If he did, he wasn’t doing a great job at showing it. But then again, he hadn’t rejected me either… which was something, I guess.When we finally arrived, the palace loomed ahead like something out of a dream—or a nightmare. Grand didn’t even begin to cover it.It was magnificent, massive, and intimidating. A fortress carved by time itself. The architecture was ancient yet divine, and the golden walls gleamed with intricate illustrations that told a rich, violent history—the rise of the Lycans. From primitive brutes to rulers drenched in power and glory.“Darling, please go to your room. I’ll be there soon,” the Lycan King said softly, bending down

RoisinIntense gray eyes locked onto me as he came to a halt just a breath away. He was striking; painfully so. Long black hair fell in layered waves, styled in a wolf cut with short, disheveled bangs grazing his forehead. His jaw was a sharp blade, his nose straight and defined, thick lips set in a tight line, and high cheekbones that added to the chilling symmetry of his face.But it was his eyes that gripped me—storm-gray irises that churned with a quiet, venomous fury.He was not pleased.The deep scowl that twisted across his features made that abundantly clear. The air around us grew heavier with each second. My heart sank.Another mate. My second mate.The thought alone made my stomach twist violently. This moment felt horribly familiar—ominous, like a prelude to rejection. Just like when Kai looked at me with disgust before tearing my soul in half.He reached for me suddenly, grabbing my free hand—not gently, not with curiosity, but with something bordering on hostility—and ya

Roisin My eyes widened and my mouth fell open at the sight before me.Portraits lined the walls of the hidden room, each one perfectly preserved like sacred relics of another time. But what made my pulse stutter, what truly made my breath hitch in my throat, was the face staring back at me from nearly every frame. It was mine.Or at least she looked exactly like me. The same heart-shaped face. The same enchanting blue eyes. The same gentle curve of a smile. Her hair was identical to mine in texture and tone, save for the fact that hers was completely red while mine only possessed a singular red streak. And then there was my one brown eye—my only difference. But even that felt inconsequential when the resemblance was so jarring.It made my heart thunder in my chest.“What is this…?” I whispered, the words barely forming. “I couldn’t believe it before, but now that I’m seeing it…”It wasn’t just a vague similarity. I looked like her. Exactly like her.Azmariah.I needed no soothsayer o