All Chapters of Fated To The Lycan King And His Brother : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Roisin The massive gates of the palace opened as we approached, and the vast halls seemed colder than usual, the dim lights of the corridor casting long shadows on the walls. There was a strange silence that filled the space as we stepped inside, like the weight of our conversation was following us in, settling over everything.I started to turn toward my room, my thoughts still a swirling mix of Olivine's pain and my own confusing emotions, but before I could make it far, Olivine's hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me.“Roisin,” he murmured. There was something new in his voice now, a softness mixed with urgency. “Don’t go yet.”I looked up at him, confused. “Is something wrong?”He didn’t answer, not with words. Instead, he swept me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest like I weighed nothing.The air between us thickened with unspoken desire as Olivine carried me through the grand corridors. My heart pounded, not just from the intensity of his gaze, but from the sen

Roisin I stood there, trembling, my breath uneven as Olivine stared at me with a look that was a mix of confusion and hurt. The warmth between us from only moments ago had evaporated, replaced by a cold, suffocating tension. His brow furrowed, and the silence in the room stretched too long before he finally spoke.“Roisin… Did I do something wrong?” His voice was soft, but there was a raw edge to it. His gaze was searching, filled with uncertainty, and it made my heart ache. “Did I hurt you?”I shook my head quickly, tears stinging at the back of my eyes. The last thing I wanted was for him to think that. He had done nothing wrong, nothing at all. “No, Olivine. No, you didn’t… It’s not you. It’s me. I—I don’t know how to explain it.”He took a step toward me, his confusion deepening. “What do you mean, it’s you?” His voice was still gentle, but there was a hint of frustration underneath, like he was grappling with something he couldn’t fix. “Roisin, talk to me. What happened?”I open

Roisin The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the palace dining hall, casting a soft glow over the room as I took my seat beside Olivine. The long table was set for breakfast, filled with freshly baked bread, fruits, and steaming cups of tea. I should have been hungry, but my stomach felt tight, knotted with thoughts I couldn’t seem to shake. Ever since leaving Visaris’ chambers, that pit in my stomach had only grown. I told myself it was nothing—just nerves. After all, Olivine and I were finally talking about our mating ceremony, and that should have been the happiest time of my life.Olivine leaned over to kiss my cheek, his expression warm, though there was a hint of something in his eyes that made me pause. “Good morning, my future mate,” he said with a grin. His voice was smooth, confident. He seemed to be in an extra good mood that day; it must have had something to do with the wedding plans.“Good morning,” I replied softly, taking a sip of my tea, trying to set

Roisin At first, I tried to participate, offering small opinions or suggestions. “Maybe we could go with simpler centerpieces,” I said at one point, thinking about how extravagant everything was starting to feel. But Olivine dismissed it with a wave of his hand.“No, Roisin. This needs to be memorable,” he stated firmly. “You don’t understand how important this is.”I bit my lip, my stomach twisting. “I just thought… maybe it’s a bit much?”Olivine’s expression tightened, though he tried to hide it with a smile. “Trust me. I know what I’m doing. You’ll thank me when everyone is talking about how perfect everything was.”His words stung, and for a moment, I felt like a child being told I didn’t know what was best. I nodded, swallowing down the uneasy feeling in my chest, and let him take control once again. I didn’t want to argue. I didn’t want to cause a scene. Besides, this was Olivine’s way of showing he cared, right? He just wanted everything to be perfect.But with each decision

Roisin Meimei nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “And this time, my Mommy is with me!”The woman smiled at me, nodding in understanding. “Well, you’re in for a treat then.” She handed Meimei a small loaf of sweet bread, warm and golden. The smell alone made my mouth water.“Thank you,” I said, handing the woman a few Venets before Meimei and I wandered further into the market.We found a bench nearby, and I sat down, watching as she tore off a piece of the bread and offered it to me. “Here, Mommy, you have to try it! It’s the best!”I took the piece she offered, and when the sweet, buttery flavor melted on my tongue, I couldn’t help but smile. “You were right. This is the best.”Meimei grinned proudly, her little feet swinging off the edge of the bench. “I told you!”I watched her as she ate the rest of the bread, her happiness so pure, so unburdened by the weight of the world. In that moment, it felt like nothing else mattered. Not the wedding, not the endless plann