Lahat ng Kabanata ng Twisted Fates In A Tiger's Eyes : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 76

Eric's P.O.VAs soon as people began to leave the palace, the impatience held me by the neck and I immediately pulled the hand of my wife who did nit need any explanation as to why I pulled her away to my room.I would have never imagined that I could be so impatient so as to want to have right here in the palace, but I didn't care.I was drunk on love and lust at the same time.The world had never felt so still.The heavy silence of the chamber was laced with the soft fragrance of sandalwood, the faint hum of the torches flickering against the carved walls, and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.Yewa’s heartbeat, echoing so close to mine that I could almost taste the electricity between us.The rites were done. The bond, our bond had snapped into place just moments ago, a powerful, primal surge that tore through every wall I’d built within me. It was unlike anything I had ever known. The moment our eyes locked as the final ritual seal burned into our skin, I felt her essence threa

Yewa's P.O.V The morning after the attack was quieter than I expected.But it was the kind of quiet that doesn’t bring peace, it was the kind that sits heavy on the air, thick with suspicion and unspoken words.The courtyard was littered with remnants of chaos. Broken arrows. Shattered shields. The faint scent of wolf fur still clinging to the wind. Tigers and soldiers whispered in tight circles, their golden eyes flashing whenever they caught sight of me.I couldn’t tell if it was anger or fear I saw reflected in them, maybe both.Eric’s people were proud, disciplined, and fiercely loyal. To them, last night had been an attack, an infiltration by enemies who had nearly crossed sacred ground on the night of the bonding rite. To me, it had been something else entirely, a tragic misunderstanding between two worlds I had now belonged to.And now I was caught in the middle of both, and it made me want to scream from frustration at the fact that I felt like I was between bricks and a wal

Eric's (General's) P.O.V“General.” Dahlia muttered, stepping closer. Her armor was streaked with soot, her eyes hard. “They’re here. Their alpha’s leading the charge himself.”“I expected no less,” I said, voice low. “He wouldn’t miss this chance.”Dylan appeared next, blades strapped to his back. “You sure you don’t want me at your side for this one?”“No,” I said. “Keep the east flank covered. They’ll try to cut through once the fight starts.”He hesitated. “Eric…”“That’s an order.”He grimaced, then nodded and ran off.When the last of my generals were gone, I stood still for a moment, staring into the field where the werewolves had begun to line up. My tiger instincts were restless under my skin, claws itching, eyes burning gold.And then, through the shifting mass of snarling wolves, I saw him.The Alpha.Large, scarred, arrogant. He stood on the opposite ridge, his silver hair gleaming under the half-light, his smirk visible even from here.Our eyes met.The ground seemed to s