Lahat ng Kabanata ng Maid For The Ruthless Lycan king : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

CALEB'S POV I sat by the royal chair, sipping wine while I gazed at the moon… slowly counting down to the full moon. The royal hall was filled with peasants and high officials, yet they couldn’t even celebrate properly for their king. I groaned in exasperation as their pitiful looks glanced at me, it made my blood boil.“Sing! Dance! I order you all!” I yelled. “This is a celebration with your handsome king.” Lola stood beside John and whispered something into his ear. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and he smiled shyly. What a fool. He handed her a little glass bottle that glowed with a pink substance.I knew she was up to something devious, as usual. She had every poison and potion in the kingdom. For a werewolf, that meant she stole from witches.The doors burst open. The music stopped, and everyone’s eyes darted to the enormous black horse with a carriage behind it. Its long mane was silky and devilish.I raised my hand slightly and motioned for John and the ot

AURORA'S POV “Damion must know about this,” I said, holding Lidia closely.We crossed the river with the horses and strolled into the castle.“I’ll find you later. Let me go and do some chores.” Lidia disappeared into the hallway.I nodded and walked to Damion’s chambers. I needed to know if he had any idea about what was happening in the village—and why he wasn’t doing anything about it.I heard silent whispers and muffled sounds.“We can’t do that to her. That’s unlike us,” Lucien’s voice echoed through the door.“We have no choice. Aurora’s blood is our only option,” Damion said, his voice calm and nonchalant.“Do you see what is happening? We shall be consumed by the curse soon if we don’t do this by the coming full blood moon,” Sera spoke. Her ever seductive voice ripped through the thick mahogany door.I walked through the doors and their eyes met mine.I felt a sense of dread as Lucien’s eyes failed to meet mine. He lowered his head and muttered a small “sorry.” I could barely

DRAC'S POVThe storm outside screamed like a living beast, rattling the trees and clawing at the cave mouth with invisible fingers. The air tasted of smoke and iron. I sat on my throne of broken stone, jagged edges digging into my back like thorns, but I didn’t move. The throne wasn’t meant for comfort—it was meant to remind everyone who entered that power is built on pain.The shadows around me whispered, coiling along the walls like restless snakes.The beat of wings filled the cavern, and then Volak appeared, black feathers scattering across the floor as he landed. His face was twisted into its usual mask of disgust. Always angry. Always sneering.I leaned forward with a smile sharp enough to cut.“What a pleasant surprise,” I spat. “I thought you’d gone hunting for humans. Or maybe you were too busy drinking the screams of weaklings in the forest?”He rolled his eyes and hissed, baring teeth.“Tone down the sarcasm, Drac. Don’t forget—I could wipe you out without breaking a sweat.

AURORA'S POV The night training with Lucien had barely drained my energy. If anything, it left me restless, craving more. But instead of being given real challenges, I was shoved into menial chores—mopping floors, scrubbing pots, and feeding creatures that should have been locked away rather than pampered like pets.I didn’t want chores. I wanted answers.The Velmoria kingdom haunted me, a dread gnawing deeper with every second. Something terrible was happening out there. I could feel it. And though I told myself I shouldn’t care—after all, this wasn’t my kingdom—my chest ached at the thought of innocent creatures suffering under Caleb’s reign of terror. No one deserved his cruelty.I waited in my chambers until the others had gone to the training grounds, then slipped quietly through the shadows, my steps light but determined. My destination was Damion’s forbidden chambers—the place where the magical sphere rested.The massive doors groaned as I pushed them open. To my surprise, the

AURORA’S POV I watched as everyone drifted inside, carrying Sera , while her blood left a trail. I recalled how Griselda was trapped, how did such a fragile moment slip through my mind? I sighed.I was running before I even realized it, Selene’s claws digging inside me, urging me faster, faster. My chest burned, my throat was raw, but I couldn’t stop. Griselda’s door was just ahead, cracked open like it had been waiting for me.My hand trembled on the handle. I pushed.She was there. Or… no. Something was off.Her back was to me, her shoulders stiff as stone, her gaze locked on the mirror. And in the mirror—my stomach dropped—Griselda was there too. But not the one standing in the room. The one inside the glass was the real her. Her eyes wide, pounding her fists against the surface. Silent screams.The one in the room turned slowly, too slow, her smile stretched across her face like a mask. “Aurora,” she purred. “You look different, finally mastering your powers?"My heart hammered.