Lahat ng Kabanata ng Maid For The Ruthless Lycan king : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Damion’s POVThe darkness around me was alive.It slithered beneath my skin, crawling into every vein, every nerve, every thought. The shadow realm was silent, yet the silence screamed louder than a thousand wolves howling at once. My breathing came out ragged, my chest heaving as the suffocating black mist coiled around me like chains.I could feel my wolf… but this wasn’t the wolf I’d known my whole life.This was something wilder, darker—untamed.My claws extended without my command, tearing through the skin of my hands. My teeth ached, lengthening into sharp fangs as guttural growls ripped from my throat. The taste of blood filled my mouth, though I hadn’t bitten anything. I slammed my fist into the cold, jagged ground, snarling like a beast losing control.“Focus,” I growled to myself, my voice cracking. “Aurora would never betray you. She wouldn’t…”But the shadows whispered otherwise.She did.A mate who keeps secrets cannot be trusted.You saw the way she looked at him. At the

Aurora’s POVI press my palm against the cold ground, my knees scraping as I drag myself forward. My breath comes in sharp pants. “Stay… stay calm, Aurora,” I whisper to myself. “Don’t spook him.”Damion’s growl vibrates through the stone, deeper now, like thunder rolling through the Shadow Realm. His claws scrape against the ground as he circles, his body low, his eyes locked on me. A predator. My mate, but not my mate.I see something glint in the corner of my eye—a statue, carved from black stone, half-buried in ash. If I can just reach it…I crawl, inch by inch, my fingers trembling, but my eyes never leaving his. His nostrils flare as he tracks me.“Damion,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “Please… it’s me. It’s Aurora.”He lunges forward, stopping so close his snout nearly brushes my stomach. Hot breath rushes over me, and I freeze.My heart leaps to my throat. “You smell it, don’t you?” I say, my voice breaking. “It’s yours, Damion. Yours.”His ears twitch. He sniffs again, slower

AURORA'S POV The shadows twisted around me, thick and suffocating, as I fell to my knees. My hands pressed into the cold black ground, trembling with exhaustion and rage.“Ancestors,” I breathed, my voice cracking. “Help me. Please!”A sudden pulse of power surged through the Shadow Realm. The earth beneath me split with a deafening crack. From the fissures, skeletal hands clawed their way upward, followed by pale figures cloaked in black mist. One by one, they emerged—a legion of vampires, their eyes glowing crimson like dying embers.I stumbled back, my heart hammering.They fell to one knee in perfect unison, their voices rising like a chorus of ghosts:“Our queen has risen.”My stomach twisted. My voice shook with anger. “No! This isn’t what I asked for!”I lifted my face to the moon, glowing faintly through the shadows. “I asked for strength to save them! Not an army of the dead!”My cry echoed, swallowed by the realm’s darkness.“Your command, my queen?” one of the vampires his

AURORA'S POV The air was thick with the stench of burning flesh and magic.Screams, roars, and the clash of battle filled the cavern. Behind me, the vampires fought with relentless fury, their wings beating against the suffocating heat as they swarmed the dragon. Its scales glimmered like molten gold, fire spewing from its jaws as it whipped its massive tail, sending vampires crashing into the stone walls.But my focus was on Agatha.Her laughter echoed, wild and sharp, as she spun her dark magic, her crimson hair flying around her like flames.“You think you can take him back from me?” she shrieked, her hands glowing with sickly green fire.“I’m not taking anything from you!” I snarled, rushing forward. “I’m saving him!”Our powers collided with a thunderous crack. The ground split beneath our feet as we clashed—silver against green, light against darkness.Agatha grinned, her eyes glowing brighter. “Oh, Aurora… still clinging to hope. You really think your love can tame the Shadow

AURORA’S POV I woke drenched in sweat, heart hammering, every muscle trembling as if I had run a thousand miles in my sleep. My robes clung to my body, damp and cold against my skin. The memory of the Shadow Realm, of the dragon’s heart, of Damion trapped in that infernal darkness, made my chest tighten with fear. I pressed a hand to my belly, feeling the pup stir with gentle insistence. A soft kick, a reminder of life inside me. “Oh, Damion…” I whispered, voice trembling. “Lucien… I failed you…” The room was quiet, too quiet, and I wondered if it had all been a nightmare. The sun streamed weakly through the curtains, painting patterns on the floor. I swung my legs over the bed, shivering as I scanned the room. Nothing looked wrong. Nothing seemed… real. A soft creak made me spin. The door opened slowly. My heart stuttered as Lucien stepped in, shirtless as always, carrying a tray of breakfast. His usual calm presence radiated through the room. “Good morning, Your Highness,”