All Chapters of I Became A Lycan Princess After Rejection : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Octava’s povI walked into the dining hall with Lukas' hand in mine. The torches on the walls were already lit. They were casting long shadows on the floor and I felt the tension in the air.Luka looked up at me. "Mama, is this a happy dinner?"I tried to smile. "Let’s just call it dinner for now.”I could see my parents seated at the head of the table already.They looked very serious. Guards were standing along the walls. The chairs for Elma and her people were empty.My father looked at me as I walked in. "You talked to her?" he asked."Yes," I replied. "I gave her the invitation myself."He looked at the entrance again. "Then why is she not here?"I shrugged. "I do not know," I said. "To be honest I do not care."My mother smiled. “Be patient." Then she turned to one of the maids. Before she could say anything, the grand doors opened.Everyone turned to look. Elma walked in like she was going to a party. Her dress was very fancy. It shimmered in the light. She had diamonds around

Octavia’s povI pulled away immediately. “Are you feeling feral?”He laughed. “No, I’m fine.”“You are sure?”“Yes,” he said. “I feel clear.”He studied my face for a moment before pointing lightly at my forehead.“You need rest. Besides, I think you need to be laying down beside me after the rustle we had this morning.”I chuckled. “I’m totally fine.”He shook his head. “You should go and see a healer.”I looked at him. “I’m not the one who went feral.”But then he laughed. “Like you don’t have to go feral to be breaking apart.”I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t argue with him as he reached out to hold my hand.“Go to him,” he said quietly.“To Jakeson?”“Yes.”I hesitated.“See how his healing is going,” Kaelan continued. “ Stop waiting for fate to be kind to you.”I searched his face, expecting him to burst out laughing. Maybe tell me that this was a joke or tell me he was messing with me. But he had a very serious look on his face.“You really believe this?”“I do.”I got to my feet

Octavia’s povMy door burst open as guards rushed inside. They stopped when they saw me holding Elma.“My princess, please let her go,” some of the guards said, pleading, but my eyes were seeing red.She had dared to come into my room and to be with my son after what she had done in the past.Oh, she was going to pay.Fuck peace.This was where she was going to die.The queen rushed inside immediately and saw us.“Octava, what is going on?” she asked.Elma tried to speak, but my grip got tighter. I wasn’t going to let this witch use her sweet tongue to get out of this. This was where I would end her.“Release her immediately,” my mother said sharply.I held on, then slowly let her go as she fell to her knees, coughing and clutching her throat. I had given her a statement.Fuck with me again, and that would be the end of her.Luka ran to me, grabbing my leg. “Mama, she was just reading me a story.”I looked at him.He was just three. He didn’t understand what war was. He didn’t unders

Octavia’s povI looked into his eyes with a smile.“When I’m gone, you promise me one thing.”“What?” he asked.“Watch over Luka.”“I will,” he promised.I then held his hands as we walked out of the room. The maids stepped aside and bowed in our direction as we walked to the garage, where mother and father were waiting with a driver who had brought my car.“I will be going alone,” I said, as my mother looked at me and shook her head.“No, not with everything at risk.”“Mother, I’m still in the pack. I’m safe. I just need some time to clear my head.”I then got close to her. “And please, I’m telling you again, Luka is not to be near Elma. Not in the halls, not in the gardens, and not even by accident.”Mother looked down briefly. “The first time was my mistake,” she admitted quietly. “I did not think Elma would be so bold. It will not happen again.”I smiled. “I know it won’t.”“I promise you, it won’t.”I smiled wider before hugging her. “Please, this is the last time I’m saying it,

Elma’s povThe garrison tents that I was in smelled like leather, iron tools, and old men who were not happy with having me in between them. The canvas walls moved softly in the wind as the air inside felt a bit heavy. It was thick with ambition that was being controlled, and there was disrespect that was hidden. But I could smell it.My generals stood around the table with a map of the kingdom pinned down with daggers on it in between us. Borders were marked on the maps, supply routes circled, and weak points noted. These men thought they were warriors first. They thought being loyal was second.But I stood at the head of the table, my fingers resting lightly on the parchment as I looked at them.“Before we go into the council chamber to talk to them about our plans, does anyone have a plan that involves risking my life again?”They all shifted uncomfortably, with one of them coughing and another avoiding my eyes.“I’ll ask again,” I continued, my voice smooth even though it was shar