Semua Bab The Mad King's Mate: Bab 31 - Bab 36

Evelyn's POVWhat in the goddess tits is going on?!Back home, it was absolutely rare to see someone shift into their wolf or lycan except during celebrations where everyone goes for a run in shifted form, to honour the moon goddess. My father was all about not letting your inner beast control you.But over here… It's barbaric. Everyone at my table ducks as the wolf is launched over our head and crashes into the table where foods are displayed behind us. The half-shifted lycan who had thrown the werewolf into the table beside us lets out a loud roar. The table beside us, filled with young noble men, erupts into cheers.Like I said… barbaric. But…To be able to let your beast free anytime, to watch justice be dished out by the wronged individual instead of waiting for the law to give out minor punishments, it's exhilarating to be honest. Freeing. Primal.Take for instance, what just happened now. The werewolf, who is a server mind you, tried to flirt with the lycan's mate. Bad cho

Evelyn's POV Livid is too small to describe his expression. This is bonfire rage licking skyward.He’s seething.His jaw is locked. His eyes are wider than usual, hazel burning with anger. Black bleeding into hazel. His lycan is at the surface.I can hear his pulse, fast like a man after running a marathon. “What did I say?” he growls. His voice is low, jaw clenching. “What did I tell you?”I struggle, trying to pull my hand free, but his grip is iron. “You don’t get to tell me that!” I shoot back, my voice breaking in desperation. “You don’t get to tell me who I care about, or what I…”“You’re reckless!” he roars, squeezing my hand suddenly. Pain shoots up my wrist. I cry out, instinctively trying to pull back, but his strength pins me further against the wall. My heart races, my tears falling freely. “Do you understand what you’re doing? You’re risking EVERYTHING!”“I don’t care! I can’t care about the council or the treaties or any of this!” I spit, my words trembling but raw. “I

Evelyn’s POV Somebody kill me…. Please!I lean over the waste bowl again, retching until my stomach feels raw. The acidic burn lingers in my throat, and my hands shake as I hold myself steady.This is the third time this morning.My body has made it clear: whatever it is, it isn’t welcome.Goddess save me….I can’t understand what is happening to me. Is it the food? Something in the air? Finally, I sink to the floor beside the bowl, back pressed against the cold wall. I let my head rest there, eyelids heavy. The world spins lazily around me, and all I can do is breathe shallowly and wait.Ugh! This sucks.The door creaks open. Wren and Nika poke their heads into the wooden stall I'm in, concern written across their faces.“Evelyn?” Wren speaks gently, voice a mix of curiosity and worry. “Are you… okay?”I force a small shrug, not trusting my voice to work properly. “I… I think so,” I sigh in exhaustion. “Just… not feeling well.”Nika places the back of her hand on my forehead. “Yo