Lahat ng Kabanata ng Maid For The Ruthless Lycan king : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

DAMION'S POV The lycan village was losing its glow, inch by inch. Weak bodies shuffled across empty streets, their stomachs hollow, their eyes dull. I couldn’t look away. Each glance at the villagers, at children tugging at their parents’ hands, twisted a blade of guilt in my chest. How had I let it come to this? “Marcel… any reports from the southern borders?” I asked, my voice rougher than intended. Marcel, one of my oldest and most loyal warriors, knelt before me, his eyes downcast. “The skinwalkers have destroyed four of our kind, Your Highness,” he said quietly. “They’re using dark magic, far more than we anticipated. Two of our men… had their tongues cut out. We are doing everything to heal the wounded, but—” A shiver crawled up my spine. The words painted a nightmare I wasn’t ready to face. I touched his shoulder, trying to anchor him, and yet the weight of it all pressed on me like a mountain. “Dismissed.” I moved through the streets, the wind tugging at my coat, the col

Aurora’s POVThe doors crashed open like thunder.Hands seized me before I could rise."What the hell are you doing ?!" Fingers like iron shackles clamped around my wrists, dragging me from the warmth of the blankets into the cold, torch-lit corridor. I kicked, clawed, my nails scraping uselessly across stone.“Let me go!” My scream rang hollow against their armor.The guards didn’t answer. Their boots hammered the floor in rhythm with my thundering heartbeat. My bare feet scraped over marble, the pain sharp, grounding me in terror."Damion!" I screamed in terror."Shut up! Even the king can not save you, you have cursed our kingdom with your bad omen. " A n old man in a dark cloak walked beside the guards as they pulled me out.I was Lidia standing a bit further, she has tears in her eyes. She mouthed a sorry and I couldn't help but melt. The guards grip on me was tight, it would probably leave a huge mark. "Let me go!" I struggled in their grip.The cold air brushed against my sk

DAMION’S POVThe corridors of the castle stretched before us, dimly lit by flickering torches. I could feel the tension coiled in Aurora’s body, stiff and defensive as she walked beside me. Her fingers brushed the wall, tracing the cold stone, her steps hesitant.I slowed to match her pace, softening my voice. “Aurora… you don’t have to be afraid.”She shot me a sideways glance, lips pressing together. “Afraid of what?” she asked, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.“Of what’s outside these walls,” I murmured, stepping closer so she could feel my presence without crowding her. “I won’t let anything hurt you.”Her green eyes softened for a fleeting moment, and I caught the faintest quiver in her lips. I reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. My fingers lingered, warm against her skin.“You don’t understand,” she whispered, pulling her hand back. “I don’t need… protection.”“I know you’re strong,” I said gently, my thumb brushing her jawline. “Stronger than

SERA'S POV “You need to get back to the healing chambers before Damion finds out you slipped out.”I tightened my grip on Isabella’s wrist as we ascended the narrow staircase, our steps quick but measured. The torches along the stone walls flickered, casting twisted shadows that seemed to follow us. My heart pounded with irritation, not fear. Damion’s constant concern for Isabella was becoming unbearable. It was always her, always his precious, fragile Isabella.Why must it be his duty to protect her? I had been by his side far longer, yet somehow Aurora and Isabella had both stolen pieces of him that should have been mine.When we reached the top of the stairs, Isabella pulled free from my grip and whirled to face me. Moonlight streamed through a cracked window, illuminating her sharp features. Her lips parted, soft and full, and for a dangerous second, I wanted to kiss her.But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Our bond was too tangled in lust, betrayal, and Damion’s shadow.“Did you mate with

AURORA'S POV The look on Damion's face when leaving the basement made my skin crawl. I watched as his men swooped into the hidden basement where the mysterious skin walkers laid. Sera even flinched, as if she was about to grieve. They dragged every creatures out. Griselda cleansed every spell cast in the basement and other areas.I shut my eyes as I let the cold water flow on my body. The luxurious shower extended from one corner to the other; Damion really had a thing for nice decorations.I stood still, my heart pounding against my chest. The red blood streamed down my body, wounds closing slowly till my skin was new.“Are you okay in there? You haven't left the shower in hours.” Damion's voice echoed through the door. It oozed with concern, a touch of sadness I couldn't help but notice.I snapped out of my thoughts, not realizing it had been hours already and I still hadn't washed myself. My arms felt heavy, the sponge was no longer in my hand but on the tiled wet floor.“I am…