All Chapters of Fated To The Lycan King And His Brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Roisin I rushed through the palace corridors, my heart pounding in my chest as I made my way to Visaris' office. The gravity of what I had overheard in the kitchen still gripped me with a cold, unrelenting fear. I knew I needed to act fast, or everything I had worked so hard to build here could crumble.When I reached the hallway leading to Visaris' office, I spotted Cameron standing guard outside the large double doors. His imposing figure was as unyielding as ever, his eyes narrowing when he saw me approaching.“Miss Roisin,” he addressed me, his voice firm, but with a hint of respect. “His Majesty is not to be disturbed.”“I need to see him,” I demanded, my voice shaky but determined. I tried to push past him, but he sidestepped, blocking my path with an outstretched arm.“His Majesty is busy with matters of the kingdom,” Cameron continued, stubborn as ever. “Whatever it is, it can wait.”I swallowed hard, feeling the frustration and fear boiling up inside me. “Cameron, please. Th

Roisin I took a deep breath and wiped away the last traces of tears from my eyes.My thoughts were a tangled mess as I reminded myself that Olivine was waiting for me. The knot in my stomach tightened at the memory of Visaris' words, but I pushed it down. I had to keep moving, keep doing what was expected of me. Olivine needed breakfast, and he needed that special soup to help his wounds heal faster.The kitchen felt colder than usual as I stepped inside, Visaris' reprimand hanging heavily on my shoulders. I set about preparing breakfast, trying to use the familiar motions as a distraction from the turmoil in my mind. I chopped vegetables for the soup, letting the sound of the knife against the cutting board drown out the echoes of Visaris' voice.When everything was ready, I arranged the food on a tray, my hands trembling slightly. I stared down at the bowl of steaming soup, hoping it would help Olivine's wounds heal faster, hoping it would do something, anything, to make me feel li

Roisin My heart raced, fear gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. Alpha Cayn was here, in the palace. The man who wanted me dead. Every instinct screamed for me to hide, to disappear before he saw me. But I knew I could not stay in hiding forever. I could not sit around waiting for everything to collapse around me. The anxiety alone would tear me apart.Just as I tried to figure out what to do, Meimei tugged at my hand, her innocent voice breaking through my panicked thoughts."Mummy, come play with me! Please, please?" Her wide, pleading eyes looked up at me with that same adoring gaze she always had.For a moment, I hesitated. I could not refuse her. I knelt down, brushed a lock of her fiery red hair behind her ear, and forced a smile. "Of course, sweetheart. Let’s go."But even as I said it, I could not shake the knot of dread twisting in my stomach. Alpha Cayn. I could not let him see me. I could not risk it. I took one last glance at Olivine, who gave me a small nod, his face unre

Roisin I frowned, my confusion only deepening as I searched Visaris' face for answers. “For my sake? How could keeping me in the dark about your true feelings possibly help me? Why won't you just tell me what's in your heart?”Visaris' expression hardened slightly, but there was a flicker of something behind his eyes—something he wasn’t ready to admit. He looked away for a moment, jaw tight, as if weighing his words carefully.“It is not that simple, Roisin,” he finally replied, his voice low and measured, but it carried a trace of frustration. “There are things you do not understand—things I cannot—”“Can’t or won’t?” I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended. “Is it your pride that’s stopping you from coming to terms with how you truly feel?” My chest tightened, and before I could stop myself, the words began spilling out, raw and untamed. “I hate this, Visaris. I hate how you kiss me so passionately like you can't bear to live without me one moment and then the next moment y

Roisin I sat there, staring at the photos of Azmariah and Visaris. Each one felt like a punch to the gut, not because of the love they shared, but because of how familiar it all felt to me—too familiar, really. My hands trembled as I closed the album and set it on my lap, my mind whirling with confusion, fear, and a strange sense of belonging I couldn't understand.I took a shaky breath, lifting my gaze to Visaris. He was watching me closely, his sharp green eyes piercing through the haze of my thoughts. I’d been holding this in for so long, terrified of what he might say, terrified of the truth. But I couldn't hide anymore. Not when I felt this... this undeniable connection to Azmariah that made no sense.“I don’t remember the first ten years of my life,” I blurted out, my voice shaking a bit as I revealed one of my biggest secrets. “I was in an accident when I was younger and woke up with no memories. I don't even have fragments of those memories, no flashbacks, no deja vu. Nothing