Semua Bab Fated To The Lycan King And His Brother : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Visaris I hesitated.Her voice was so small. So raw.“Don’t go,” she’d whispered, fingers clinging to mine like I was the only steady thing in her world.I shouldn’t have stayed. I knew better. Everything in me screamed to walk away. To be the man with discipline, with control.But her words wrapped around my resolve like a vine, slowly squeezing the logic from my brain.“I can’t stay,” I murmured, the words hollow. Even I didn’t believe them.Her grip tightened.“I really didn’t do it,” she continued, slurring slightly. Her words hitched, thick with something too close to grief. “I swear. Kai… Kai is responsible. Why doesn’t anyone believe me?”The name “Kai” meant little to me at that moment, and I knew I wouldn’t get any clarity from her in her current state. She was drifting in and out of sleep, her grip weak but persistent.Then came the softest whisper:“I really like you.”The syllables were fragile, like glass. And then, with a sleepy sigh, “If you won’t stay, at least give me

Roisin No matter how hard I tried, the memory refused to come into focus. The face—the identity—of the person I had kissed was like smoke in my hands, slipping away every time I tried to grasp it. But the sensation of the kiss lingered. I could still feel the press of their lips on mine, the hunger behind it, the way they had kissed me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. That memory—the feeling of it—was burned into my skin. It sent a shiver racing down my spine, curling through me like a slow ember I couldn’t extinguish.I shook my head sharply, trying to banish the thought. It was too much. Too dangerous. Too confusing.By the time I finished getting dressed, the pounding in my skull had dulled to something manageable, and I felt almost human again. I ran a brush through my hair, checked my appearance once more in the mirror, and then opened the door, stepping into the hallway with the intent to find Olivine and move on from the tangle of questions still clawing a

Roisin After returning to the palace, I finally had a moment to breathe. Not that breathing helped much. The air in my room felt too still, like it hadn’t been touched in hours. But inside me, the storm hadn’t settled. My heartbeat hadn’t slowed since the livery. I could still feel the panic tightening around my ribs; the unpredictable jolt of the mare, the loose saddle, the gut-wrenching moment of free fall. And beneath it all, that question still gnawed at me like teeth at my spine:Was it really an accident?I leaned back against the door and closed my eyes, trying to center myself, but the silence made the unease louder. That field, that moment, the way Olivine’s eyes had scanned the horizon like he didn’t trust it either, it all kept circling back like a tide I couldn’t escape.Then—knock knock.Soft. Light. But deliberate.My eyes flew open, heart skipping. I turned and opened the door quickly, not knowing exactly what I was expecting.But there she was.Meimei stood in the hall

RoisinJust as panic began to rise in my throat; tight, cold, and all-consuming, a voice broke through the silence like a spark in dry grass.“Heehee! Now you both have no choice but to become friends again!”Meimei.Her voice rang out through the thick iron door, high-pitched and gleeful, laced with the unmistakable triumph of a child who believed she had solved the world's biggest problem. My blood ran cold, my stomach sank, and my hands slowly clenched at my sides. My heart thudded against my ribcage like it was trying to claw its way out.“The sooner you make up,” she added with that unshakable cheer, “the sooner I can have a baby brother!”Visaris went deathly still beside me.The words lingered in the air like smoke, heavy with implication and impossible to ignore. I turned to look at him, but I didn’t need to see his face to know what I’d find. His silence was louder than thunder.When he finally moved, it was with slow, precise tension with his shoulders squared and his jaw lo

Roisin But I wasn’t afraid anymore.I was done playing small.“Answer mine,” I fired back, stepping in closer despite the fact he was already pressed against me. “Did you enjoy it?”Something flashed in his eyes again. It was a warning, a challenge, a desperate denial.But I saw the way his gaze dropped to my lips.I saw the way his breathing changed.And I leaned into it.Into him.He tried to intimidate me, to use that looming presence, that smoldering glare, that predator's stillness. But it didn’t scare me. If anything, it lit something reckless and fierce inside me.“Last night,” I whispered, my tone turning softer now, silkier, “I was drunk. I can’t remember much of the kiss…”I pushed up onto my toes, palms flattening against the wall of his chest. Solid muscle. Unyielding heat. I felt him tense under my touch.“…so I think I need a do-over.”His eyes widened.And before he could speak, before he could stop me, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.The kiss started soft, bar