Todos los capítulos de Fated to My Brother in-law, The Lycan King: Capítulo 371 - Capítulo 380

LUCIAN The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that someone had tucked an extra blanket around me.Neatly and carefully.Like whoever had done it had been worried I might get cold during the night.I stared at the blanket for a long moment.Then I frowned.That was suspicious, very suspicious.My gaze slowly traveled toward the armchair positioned beside the fireplace.Empty.Which meant there was only one possible culprit.Mr. Grumpy. It'd been almost a week since the burial, and Elias has been all shades of nice. What was I thinking when I said okay that night in bed.I groaned and buried my face in the pillow."Stop being nice."The words came out muffled.Because honestly? It was getting annoying and on my nerves. The man was supposed to be terrifying, according to Yvonne and Vulwin He was supposed to be the ruthless Lycan King everyone feared.The cold-hearted ruler, the merciless warrior and the dangerous monster.Not whatever this was.A knock sounded at the door even t

GRACE The cell smelled the way it always smelled.That particular combination of damp stone and old moss, or was it hay? and the faint persistent undercurrent of something that no amount of time or familiarity ever made entirely ignorable. Grace had lived inside this smell for long enough that she no longer noticed it most hours, it had become the smell of existence itself, the smell of waking up and falling asleep and all the grey undifferentiated hours in between.She was lying on her back on the narrow shelf that served as her bed, staring at the ceiling.She did this often. The ceiling was the one surface in the cell that was entirely her, nobody walked across it, nobody used it for anything, nobody could take it from her, and she had developed over the months an intimate familiarity with every crack and water stain and variation in the stone above her. She knew the long diagonal fracture near the corner that she had privately named after someone she used to hate. She knew the da

****Kingdom of Kuragari ****The first week of Edyrm's rule was the hardest.Not because of the work, he had expected the work, had in fact prepared for it the way you prepare for weather you've watched coming from a long distance, methodically and without surprise. It was the resistance that caught him slightly off guard. Not the outright resistance or the open defiance, he had expected that too and had plans for it. It was the smaller kind. The quiet, sideways kind. The kind that lives in the half-second delay before someone follows an order. In the slight tilt of a head that stops just short of defiance. In the way people looked at each other across rooms when they thought he wasn't watching, and the way they stopped looking at each other when they realized he was.He was always watching.That was the thing they were still learning.Kuragari in the early morning had a particular quality that Edyrm had always found honest.Before the city fully woke, before the market stalls opene

****Kingdom of Kuragari ****Nobody told anyone where they were going.That was the first condition Edyrm set, standing in the doorway of Vulwin's room at just past noon with his crown already off and his formal jacket replaced with something darker and simpler that had no embroidery on it whatsoever. Vulwin had looked at him from across the room with the particular expression he wore when Edyrm was doing something he approved of but hadn't expected."Nobody knows where we're going," Edyrm said. "No guards. No, Orris. No reports tucked under anyone's arm. No one is asking me anything."Vulwin had set down what he was reading immediately.That was the thing about Vulwin. He never needed convincing to abandon responsibility when Edyrm was the one doing the abandoning. He understood instinctively the difference between irresponsibility and necessary rest, and he had always been better than Edyrm at recognizing which one was which."Give me two minutes," Vulwin said.He was ready in one a

SERAPHINA Seraphina had always believed that hate was a kind of fuel.That was how she had explained it to herself through all the years of building what she had built thanks to her dad, goddess rest his soul, through all the careful strategic climbing and the alliances made and broken and made again, through all the rooms she had walked into and assessed and decided how to own. Hate was not a weakness. Hate was not something that consumed you. Hate was something you burned cleanly and efficiently, like good wood, and it keeps you warm and moving and it was, she had always believed, entirely under her control.She believed this less now than she used to because it felt like nothing was under her control anymoreShe left in the early morning before anyone who mattered was awake to see her go.This was its own humiliation, the leaving in secret, the moving through corridors, the careful quiet exit through the back door of the motel like someone who had no business being there. Like som