All Chapters of Fated To The Lycan King And His Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Roisin The shock of Olivine’s request hit me like a tidal wave, icy and breath-stealing. For a moment, the world around me dimmed, my ears ringing with disbelief. My pulse stumbled over itself, and I stared at him as though I hadn't heard correctly.“W–Wait, what?” I managed, my voice cracking under the weight of the panic bubbling in my chest.Olivine’s grin only widened, his expression playful, almost devilish, as a flicker of amusement sparked in his gray eyes. “Oh, don’t look so horrified, Roisin. I was just teasing you,” he drawled, tilting his head in mock innocence. “I know you’re not ready for something like that. And honestly…” He leaned in slightly, voice lowering into something huskier, more dangerous. “Handling me is not a small feat.”He said it so casually, so carelessly flirtatious, and yet the implications of his words still echoed in my mind. My skin prickled. He’d suggested it so boldly—marking me, taking me, in front of Visaris of all people. My stomach turned, a fl

RoisinMy heart slammed against my ribs as I pressed my hand to the door of my room, hesitating for a breath before pushing it open. The hinges groaned, loud and slow, dragging through the silence like a blade through flesh. I stepped inside, the fading light of sunset bleeding across the walls in deep orange hues, casting long, sinister shadows that reached like claws across the floorboards.Then I saw him.Olivine stood at the far end of the room, facing away from me. His posture was tense, arms slightly lifted as if he’d just been rifling through something. He stilled the second the door creaked—like a predator caught mid-hunt. The air between us felt charged, too still, too dense.I froze, half inside the room, the door left ajar behind me. My breath snagged in my throat. Something about the way he stood—the set of his shoulders, the rigid line of his spine—made the hairs on the back of my neck lift.He turned sharply.Our eyes collided like flint and steel.His expression was... u

Roisin He opened the door, and the music hit me like a shockwave.A throbbing bassline pulsed through the cavernous space, the beat vibrating in my chest before I even stepped inside. The room was vast, almost warehouse-sized, and completely soundproofed from the rest of the palace—like a hidden den built specifically to contain the wild, unfiltered chaos of Lycans letting loose. The air was thick with scent—sharp, musky, overwhelmingly primal. Dozens of pheromones collided in the space, layered with alcohol, sweat, heat, and the raw energy of bodies moving together in abandon.There were at least thirty Lycans scattered across the space, all in various stages of revelry. Some were packed around a long table near the back, shouting over one another in raucous, competitive banter while they played cards and slammed drinks. Others danced near the center, wild and unrestrained, hips rolling to the beat in movements that were as sensual as they were untamed. A few had paired off—or group

Roisin The clapping and cheering around the table was almost deafening.I could barely process what had just happened. My lips still tingled from Olivine’s kiss, my body still humming with the aftershocks of his touch, and now this wave of noise crashed over me, shaking me out of my daze. The crowd’s excitement seemed to rise with every passing second, feeding off my stunned silence, my flushed cheeks. The table erupted in raucous celebration, and Olivine’s friends hooted and howled as if someone had just scored a victory in battle.My defeat, apparently, was a party.Zaden, grinning like he was high on the moment, leaned forward and slapped his cards on the table. “Let’s keep the fun going! Who’s up for another round?”Before anyone else could speak, I shook my head, fast and firm. “No, thank you. I’ve had enough.”I couldn’t take another game. Not with the way Olivine looked at me. Not with the attention sizzling over my skin like wildfire. Not with the memory of that kiss still se

Visaris Cameron’s words hit me like a punch to the gut.Olivine took Roisin to the party.The panic was instant—sharp and consuming. My heart launched into a frenzy before my feet even moved. A thousand worst-case scenarios crashed through my mind in seconds: the crowd, the drinking, the Lycans… the danger. She didn’t belong there. She wasn’t safe.I didn’t even remember getting to the hallway. One second I was in my office, the next I was storming through the palace corridors, my steps swift and silent. The shadows stretched long across the marble, the flickering sconces casting warped silhouettes on the walls. The deeper I went, the more the air itself seemed to warp with tension. Like something wrong was waiting at the end of the hall. My body knew it before my mind caught up.And then I saw her.The scene stopped me cold and then shattered every shred of control I had disappeared like thin air.Roisin.Backed against the wall like a cornered animal.Her body trembled violently, sh