All Chapters of The Royal Mate Of The Cursed Lycan King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Aria POVBy the time Ava and I made it back to the training grounds, the place had fully come alive.Shouts rang through the air. Steel clashed against steel. Someone was already on the ground arguing that the fall didn’t count because they “slipped on destiny.” Another swore his opponent cheated because “no one blocks like that on a Monday morning.”I inhaled deeply.Ah. Home.Ava cracked her knuckles beside me. “Alright,” she said, eyes gleaming, “who’s embarrassing themselves first?”“I think the real question,” I replied, rolling my neck, “is who’s brave enough to volunteer.”As if summoned by foolish confidence, two warriors turned toward us at the exact same time.Bad choice.“Pairs?” one of them asked, hopeful.Ava grinned like a predator who’d just spotted dinner. “Pairs.”Minutes later, chaos.Absolute, glorious chaos.I ducked under a swing, swept a leg, and sent my opponent sprawling into the dust.“That was dirty!” he protested from the ground.I shrugged. “You’re alive. B

Aria POVI didn’t know when sleep finally claimed me.One moment, I was lying there with my thoughts knotted around curses, bonds, and quiet promises I hadn’t spoken aloud. The next, warmth faded into darkness, and for the first time in days—weeks, maybe—I slept deeply. Properly. The kind of sleep that sinks into your bones and refuses to let go.When I woke, it was to silence.Not the comforting kind.The wrong kind.I rolled onto my side instinctively, reaching for familiar heat—broad chest, steady breathing, the solid presence that always grounded me—Nothing.My hand met cool sheets instead.I blinked, frowned, then laughed softly under my breath. “Of course,” I muttered. Waking up alone, huh? Very funny, universe.Pushing myself up on my elbows, I scanned the room lazily at first. The curtains were slightly parted, pale morning light slipping through. The fire in the hearth had burned low, nothing but faint embers left. The room looked… untouched.Too untouched.Raiden wasn’t by

Lyra POVHealing was a slow, annoying thing.If I were human, I would still be screaming, still begging for numbness, still useless. But I wasn’t human. I was a wolf. And wolves healed—even when the pain wanted to stay.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my hands.They moved now. Slowly, stiffly, but they moved.The healer said it was a miracle. I said it was survival.My arm still ached, deep inside the bone, like the memory of a scream that hadn’t finished echoing. Sometimes the pain flared suddenly, sharp enough to make my breath hitch, but I refused to make a sound. I had done enough screaming already. Enough begging. Enough humiliation.I rolled my shoulders carefully and let out a long breath.At least I could sit up now. At least I could walk without help. At least I wasn’t trapped in that bed anymore like some broken thing people came to stare at.Still… something was gone.I felt it.Not my strength. Not my wolf.My place.Respect used to follow me into rooms. Eyes used

Lyra POVI stayed seated, one leg crossed over the other, fingers loosely wrapped around my drink while the noise of the pack house filled the space again. Laughter, clinking plates, the low hum of too many conversations happening at once. It felt… normal. Too normal, almost suspicious.Talia leaned forward first, resting her elbows on the table. Her eyes were curious, not cruel, but curiosity can still cut.“So,” she said, dragging the word out, “what brought you back to the pack house, Lyra? We thought you’d permanently relocated to standing beside the Alpha.”Joren grinned. “Yeah. You looked pretty glued there. Like part of the décor.”I scoffed softly. “Wow. And here I thought you missed me.”“Oh, we did,” Joren replied. “Just didn’t think we’d ever see you again.”Across from me, Kade stayed quiet.Annoyingly quiet.He focused on his food like it had personally offended him earlier and he was still trying to forgive it. No jokes. No teasing. Not even eye contact. That alone shoul

Aria POVThe night refused to grow quiet.Firelight danced across the courtyard, flames crackling and rising like they were alive. Laughter spilled everywhere—loud, free, careless. Music thumped through the stones, drums steady and warm, and voices followed along even when they didn’t know the words. People danced in circles, some clumsy, some proud, some already drunk enough to forget tomorrow existed.For once, everything felt… light.Raiden and I didn’t stay in one place for long. We kept stealing away from the crowd, finding small corners where it was just us—his hand brushing mine, his shoulder leaning into me, his mouth close to my ear when he laughed. Every smile he gave me felt rare, like something fragile that could disappear if I stared too hard.I didn’t want the night to end.Eventually, we slipped away fully, unnoticed, heading back toward his room. We brought drinks with us, still laughing softly, still warm from the fire and the crowd. His room was dim, lit only by a fe