All Chapters of Fated To The Lycan King And His Brother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Roisin Olivine's friends were still gawking at me. The looks they gave me, ranging from suspicious and scornful to judgmental, burned through my skin like fire. I felt nauseous, my throat dry and my palms sweaty. Iridian’s vicious words played over and over in my head, her insults searing into my soul. I hated her. I hated the way she twisted everything to make me seem like a disgrace. But what could I do? I wasn’t about to let them believe her vile lies. If they thought I was some kind of whore, I’d have to clear things up, even if it meant admitting something that might cause even more chaos.I swallowed thickly, standing a little taller. "I... I need to tell you all something. The truth is—"“I gave her the hickeys,” Olivine interrupted, his voice firm and summoning everyone's attention at once.I whipped my head toward him, my mouth slightly open in shock. What was he doing?Iridian snorted, rolling her eyes. “Oh, please, Olly. Do you really think anyone’s going to believe that?

Roisin I felt my body jolt as I sneezed, breaking the tension in the room. Olivine, who had been holding onto me with such intensity, finally pulled back and chuckled, the sound warm and comforting."You sneeze just in time to ruin the mood," he teased, his voice lighter now.I wiped my nose, feeling my cheeks flush from more than just the cold. “I can’t help it," I mumbled, embarrassed.Olivine grinned. "Alright, it’s time for you to get changed out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold."Before I could even protest, Olivine scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing. “Olivine!” I squealed, half-laughing as he carried me from the guestroom to my bedroom.“Relax, love. I’ve got you,” he said softly, pushing the door open with his foot and walking over to the bed. He set me down gently, then turned to my wardrobe, inspecting the clothes with a furrowed brow.I sat up, still feeling warm from his sudden display of care. "I can do it myself, you know," I muttered, but Olivin

Roisin I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ceiling. Iridian’s venomous words still floated in the back of my mind, but I wouldn’t let her ruin this for me. She had her issues with Olivine, but they weren’t mine to bear. I had enough on my plate without dragging her drama into it.What mattered now was Olivine. He had opened up to me, trusted me with his past. It was time I did the same. I couldn’t keep hiding parts of myself, especially the things that haunted me. I needed to tell him about Azmariah, about the nightmares, the visions—everything. If we were to have any kind of future together, he deserved to know the truth.But the thought of bringing up Azmariah... it sent a chill down my spine. My mind, as if trying to distract me, drifted back to Visaris. I sighed and sat up, my hand instinctively going to my neck. I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror, noticing the faint bruising that had now darkened to a deep purple. I couldn't help but trace each bruise with a m

Roisin We were at a standstill and it was starting to seem like Olivine wasn't going to give me an answer so I turned to leave. Perhaps some fresh air might do me some good. Almost suddenly, Olivine's hand shot out and grabbed mine, stopping me mid-step. His grip was firm but gentle, as if he didn’t want me to go, yet knew I could pull away if I really wanted to.“Wait,” he murmured, his voice low but filled with emotion. “Why can’t you just trust me, Roisin?”I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I do trust you,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “That’s why I’m asking questions. But if you can’t give me any answers, then my mind is going to assume the worst.” I pulled my hand back slightly, but he held on tighter, as if afraid to let me slip away.He sighed, his face softening. “Do you really want to know the truth?”I met his gaze, searching his eyes for any sign of evasion, but all I saw was sincerity. I nodded firmly. “Yes. I need to know.”There was a pause, a heartbeat of