All Chapters of Fated to My Brother in-law, The Lycan King: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

EDYRM "Rowan?" Edyrm called, surprise etching into his features, "How's this possible? How are you here?".Rowan scoffed and let himself in, "You mean how did I find you in this hole you're snuggled up in?"Edyrm knew neither Vulwin nor Beau could betray him. Still, he looked back.He noticed they were just as shocked as he was, and he mentally berated himself for doubting them."What are you doing here?" Edyrm asked."After the little stunt you pulled, you definitely didn't think you'd get away with it, did you?" Rowan wriggled his brows. "Are you here to take me back to the king?""The king?" Rowan scoffed, "Most definitely not. Your illusion was an eye-opener."What are you going to do then? Kill me?" Edyrm questioned.Rowan waved his fingers in an uninterested manner, "I'm not in the mood for that. I just have questions, and it would be in your best interest to have answers to them and also give me the answer."Edyrm swallowed, trying to avoid the way his heart sped up and t

LUCIAN "What's the verdict?" I asked, the instant Elias entered the room."What verdict?" He frowned, "You wanted your ex lover to stay, and he's staying. What else do you want?""I wasn't talking about Andrew," I murmured, "I was referring to the Dark Elfs and your decision on how best to handle them.""Are you going back with him now? Is that your decision? Do you really think I'd just let you go?"It was my turn to frown now, "What are you talking about?""Andrew," Elias scoffed, raising an eyebrow at me, "Weren't we talking about Andrew just now."It was my turn to frown now, "I wasn't talking about Andrew!""You've not answered my question."I shrugged, "I don't know. He seemed since and scared, what do you have against him?"Elias blew a raspberry, "You think I have something against him?""Don't you?" I countered, "How do you get him to leave the first time?""I'm the Lycan King." Elias replied like it was the most obvious thing, and I was too blind to see it.I narrowed

****Kingdom of Kuragari****The throne room of the Dark Elf King loomed with cold grandeur, its dark pillars rising like silent sentinels, reflecting the dim glow of enchanted torches. The king's eyes, black as onyx yet burning with the fire of wrath, roamed over the vast chamber as his mind churned with unease. Aegnor—the name alone, brought a storm to his thoughts. That traitorous bastard had dared to use his powers against him once before, and even now, whispers of his presence lingered like a poison that wouldn’t leave.“Where is he?” The King's voice cut through the room like a blade, sharp and final. The echoes bounced off the stone walls, carrying the weight of his fury.His advisors shifted uncomfortably. They had scoured the kingdom, interrogated spies, even delved into the forbidden networks of shadow magic, yet he had vanished as if he were never there.“My king,” murmured Lord Kaelen, the High Sentinel, stepping forward with cautious deference. “All scouts report nothing.

LUCIAN The garden was too quiet. Too still. Every shadow seemed sharper, every rustle of leaves unnerving. I leaned against the stone railing, arms crossed, eyes scanning the horizon, but I wasn’t really seeing it. My mind kept replaying it— the way Andrew had nearly destroyed me. Not just my heart, but… everything. That night still burned behind my eyes like I’d shoved my hand in a fire and refused to pull it out.And yet… here he was.“Lucian…”I knew that voice. I knew that infuriating, desperate, trembling voice, and even knowing it, I turned. My stomach twisted in ways I hated to admit. Andrew was on the garden path, running toward me like he’d been caught in a storm and had no choice but to run straight into the thunder.His hands were shaking. His eyes were wide, pleading, and for a sickening second, I remembered what it felt like to believe in him. To trust him. To let him in. And I hated myself for it.“Please…” His voice cracked on the word, raw and ragged. “Please… can you

LUKEThe war room smelled of ink, old parchment, and the faint tang of blood from the training grounds below. Maps were sprawled across the table like living things, marked with lines, sigils, and notations that meant life or death for hundreds of soldiers. Luke leaned over the table, eyes sharp, scanning every mark, every gap in defenses, while Yvonne traced her finger along the enemy lines, shaking her head.“We can’t hit them head-on,” Yvonne said finally, voice sharp, annoyed. “Their front line is too strong, and if we try to force them, we lose men before we even get close to the city.”I nodded, tapping my clawed fingers against the table, my tail flicking with impatience. “Exactly. This has to be about precision. We hit their supply lines, isolate their commanders, and then—then we strike where they’re weakest. But we need intelligence first. And that’s a problem.”From the shadows near the corner, Elias stepped forward, calm, composed, the scent of him strong and unnerving. “W