All Chapters of Fated To The Lycan King And His Brother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

RoisinIt had been a week since I last saw Olivine.A week since the argument, since the look of wounded pride and disappointment in his eyes as he walked away from me. That image refused to leave me; it haunted my nights, slipping into my dreams like a shadow, and lingered in my waking thoughts like a wound I couldn’t stop picking at. He hadn’t come to my room once. No note, no word, no smile flashing at me in the halls. Not even a passing glimpse of him anywhere in this endless palace.Perhaps he was avoiding me. Perhaps I was avoiding him. Or perhaps this palace with its endless corridors and echoing chambers had simply swallowed him whole. It was large enough, cold enough, easy enough for someone who wanted to disappear to do so without much effort.And it wasn’t only Olivine. Visaris, too, had pulled away. Every time I sought him out, Cameron’s voice stopped me short, polite but unyielding: “His Majesty is busy and cannot see anyone.” The words were always the same, practiced, me

Roisin The Lycan’s grip tightened like a vice around my throat, crushing the air from my lungs completely. My vision tunneled, narrowing into a pinhole as black spots bled in from the edges, spreading like ink across a page, threatening to devour me whole. Each beat of my heart thundered louder in my ears, a frantic war drum counting down the seconds until oblivion claimed me.I tried to scream, to wrench free, to thrash against the iron hand holding me captive, but my strength was bleeding away too quickly. My arms flailed uselessly, my legs kicked with fading force, and already my body had betrayed me as it felt heavy, sluggish and leaden. Basically on the verge of giving up. The encroaching darkness wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud, pulling me deeper with every passing breath I couldn’t take.My strength slipped through my fingers like sand. The world began to blur, trees melting into formless shadows, the sounds of the forest collapsing into a dull, distant hum. My tho

Roisin His words stung sharper than I could bear, and I recoiled, my heart twisting until it felt like it might tear apart in my chest. My throat tightened, choking back anything I could have said to defend myself, to fix what I had broken. The guilt pressed down on me like a weight, suffocating, crushing, leaving me drowning in its hold.“Olivine, please…” My voice cracked to a whisper as tears streamed hot and fast down my cheeks. “I didn’t mean for this to happen… I’m so sorry…”But he didn’t answer. His silence was louder than any words, his eyes distant and dark as his hand clutched at his bleeding chest. The rejection radiated from him, unmistakable. He blamed me for this, and maybe he was right. I had brought him nothing but pain. The uselessness flooding through me hollowed me out until I could hardly breathe.I could only stand there, watching in helpless torment as Olivine tried to force his body upright. His breaths came ragged, each inhale torn from his lungs, his muscles

Roisin Olivine’s words hung in the air, leaving me stunned and flushed furiously. My mind scrambled to string together a coherent sentence, but the way he looked at me, the intensity in his eyes, it was as if all rational thought had evaporated. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out.A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he pulled away, standing up with a grace that seemed effortless despite the severity of his injuries. The loss of his warmth made the air around me feel colder, emptier.“Olivine,” I finally managed, snapping out of my daze. “You need to be careful. Your wounds are still fresh. If you put too much pressure on them, they’ll bleed.”He gave me a reassuring smile, brushing off my concern with a wave of his hand. “Don’t worry about me, Roisin. I wouldn’t do anything that would make you worry.”Something about the sincerity in his tone made my heart skip a beat, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him, even though the conflict in my

Roisin The kitchen was quiet, the kind of stillness that made everything feel a little too loud. I flicked on the lights, the brightness chasing away the shadows that had been lurking in the corners of my mind. As I moved toward the refrigerator, I felt a heaviness in my chest. The memory of Visaris' harsh words still lingered, a dull ache that refused to fade. It was not the first time he had cut me down, but for some reason, this time it stung more than usual.I opened the fridge, the cool air brushing against my face as I pulled out some leftovers. I should have been more careful, more focused, but my mind kept replaying our conversation. The way he had looked at me, like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. I placed the food in the microwave and set the timer, trying to shake off the feeling of inadequacy.The microwave beeped, breaking through my thoughts. I reached in to grab the plate, but my mind was still tangled in Visaris' rebuke, and I did not realize how hot it was