All Chapters of My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Miles away from the rallying Ironfang Pack, within the suffocating opulence of the royal palace, Elias moved with the triumphant air of a victor. The confrontation at the shrine, though not yielding the immediate capture of Devon and Adriana, had served his purpose perfectly. Valerius, ever eager to please, had swiftly relayed the embellished tale of Devon’s “treasonous rebellion” and the “dangerous, uncontrolled magic” of the prophesied wolf. The King, already teetering on the brink of paranoia, had readily accepted Elias’s interpretation.“They resisted arrest, Father,” Elias had explained, his voice laced with a chillingly calm gravity, as he stood before King Theron. The King, gaunt and haunted, sat upon his throne, his gaze unfocused, his mind still a prisoner of guilt and fear. “Devon, at the shrine meant to honor Anya, chose defiance over loyalty. And Adriana… her power flared violently, a clear indication of its corrupting nature. Patricia’s visions, as you know, have foretold

The Ironfang Pack was in motion. Not with the overt aggression of an army, but with the stealthy precision of shadows weaving through the forest. Devon’s strategy was to counter Elias’s meticulously crafted narrative not with grand pronouncements, but with subtle truths. Small, trusted groups – hunters, traders, and lone wolves who navigated the fringes of the kingdom – were dispatched towards the independent northern packs. Their mission was not to declare war, but to sow seeds of understanding, to remind them of Anya’s true vision, and to highlight Elias’s manipulative tactics.Their messages were carried not on parchment bearing official seals, but in hushed conversations, in shared legends of Anya’s wisdom, in the subtle emphasis on balance and renewal that stood in stark contrast to Elias’s narrative of uncontrolled destruction. They spoke of Devon’s rightful claim, born of Anya’s blood and the Ironfang Pack’s loyalty, and of Adriana’s power as a force of purification, not a harb

The unease that had begun to ripple through the Ironfang Pack was a tangible thing, a subtle shift in the otherwise harmonious energy of the stronghold. Klune's agitation, fueled by the insidious magic projected by Leila, had been a stark warning. He had lashed out, not with violence, but with words tinged with despair, questioning the wisdom of opposing the King and risking their lives, his grief over his lost mate surfacing with raw intensity. Elder Maeve, with her years of wisdom, had managed to calm him, but the seed of doubt had been sown.Devon, Adriana, and Joey recognized the danger immediately. Elias’s strategy was working, leveraging Leila’s amplified malice to exploit existing vulnerabilities. They couldn't simply dismiss klune's fears; they had to address them with empathy and reaffirmation.“klune's grief is a wound Elias is trying to reopen,” Adriana said, her voice calm but firm, as they gathered in the Great Hall, the runic goblet resting on a central table. “Leila’s m

The renewed unity of the Ironfang Pack was a beacon in the encroaching darkness, a testament to their resilience against Elias’s insidious tactics. Adriana’s golden aura, strengthened by the collective belief of her pack, pulsed with a steady, comforting light, pushing back the shadows of doubt that Leila’s amplified magic had attempted to cast. Devon and Joey, having successfully initiated subtle communication channels with the northern packs, felt a fragile hope blossoming amidst the looming threat. But the victory was short-lived. In the suffocating silence of the royal palace, Elias, seething at the Ironfang’s successful reaffirmation, had conceived a far more devastating plan. Patricia, his mystical advisor, had provided him with a crucial piece of intelligence: the existence of George and Georgia, Anya’s twin grandchildren, secretly protected by the Ironfang Pack. The implication was clear and chilling. “The twins,” Elias murmured, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he pace

Elias’s plan had been set in motion with chilling precision. While Patricia amplified the whispers of danger and Valerius orchestrated the increased patrols along the Ironfang borders, Elias himself, along with a hand-picked team of elite guards and a magically augmented Leila, moved with calculated stealth towards the Ironfang stronghold. Their objective was not a full-scale invasion, but a carefully orchestrated incident designed to shatter the Ironfang’s morale and force their hand.As the Ironfang Pack, now acutely aware of the threat to George and Georgia, doubled their guards and reinforced their wards, Elias’s team approached under the cover of a magically induced fog, a product of Patricia’s more subtle, long-range enchantments. Leila, her eyes glowing with the sickly green light of her amplified magic, acted as a scout, her senses keenly attuned to any magical disturbances or defensive measures.“The wards are strong,” Leila hissed, her voice barely audible above the rustle o