All Chapters of The Lycan's Contract Bride : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aria's POV The bonding chamber was a sphere of pure possibility—walls that existed in every state simultaneously, floor that was both solid and void. Sarah had helped us construct it across all timelines, ensuring no matter what happened, some version would succeed.Kieran stood at the center, void energy already seeping from his form like inverse light. Three days of preparation had transformed him—not physically but essentially. He was learning to think like entropy, to understand destruction as art rather than violence."Remember," Scholar-Luna instructed from outside the sphere, "entropy isn't evil. It's just... thorough. It seeks equilibrium, balance, the state of least resistance.""And I need to give it purpose beyond that," Kieran said. "Direction. Choice."Marcus materialized beside me—not to interfere but to observe. "He'll be consumed. Entropy doesn't share—it spreads.""Then we'll teach it to share." I activated the chain, feeling its infinite perspectives flow through me

Aria's POV The moon goddess's presence in our network shifted from benevolent to something far more complex. As her consciousness fully awakened, I felt ancient anger stirring—not hot but cold, vast, and absolute.*What have you done to my creation?*Her voice changed, no longer gentle but carrying the weight of eons. Through our connection, I saw her perceiving the changes—merged realms, broken rules, transformed fundamental forces."We evolved it," I said, standing despite the pressure of divine displeasure. "Made it better."*Better?* The goddess materialized fully, no longer just presence but form—terrible and beautiful, shifting between youth and age, creator and destroyer. *I designed everything with purpose. Separate realms to prevent contamination. Controlled breeding to maintain species integrity. Predetermined fates to ensure stability.*"You designed a prison," Dead-Timeline-Aria said bluntly. "Pretty, but still a cage."The goddess turned to her, and I saw my alternate wi

Aria's POV The moon's surface cracked beneath our feet—not physically but metaphysically. Now that Selene had admitted the truth, the prison she'd built couldn't hold."Show me," I demanded, the chain pulling us deeper into lunar reality. "Show me what you imprisoned."Selene—no longer goddess but still powerful—guided us down through layers of constructed reality. Each level revealed more of her ancient architecture: carefully designed limits, beautiful cages, elegant restrictions."I made it beautiful," she said defensively. "The prison. I made it so beautiful no one would want to escape.""Until we did," Marina observed.At the moon's core, we found it.Not a being. Not a consciousness as we understood it. But pure creative force—raw, unlimited, undefined potential that pulsed with every possibility that could ever exist."It doesn't have form," Kieran breathed, his entropy nature resonating with something that existed before form itself. "It just... is.""And that terrified me,"

Aria's POV Reality fractured into four distinct territories, each reflecting its champion's nature.My section pulsed with guided growth—structures that evolved, connections that deepened, forms that chose their own development. Every thought reshaped the landscape into something more complex, more interconnected.Marcus's territory was entropy incarnate—everything dissolving into component potential, forms unmaking themselves, structure returning to possibility. Beautiful in its simplicity, terrifying in its finality.Selene's domain remained perfectly ordered—crystalline structures that never changed, eternal patterns repeating endlessly, beauty frozen in permanent form. Safe, stable, and utterly static.And between us all, Luna existed as living transition—visible only where territories met, the borderland that let them coexist without destroying each other."This isn't sustainable," Scholar-Luna's voice came from everywhere. "Four opposing forces pulling reality apart."She was r

Aria's POV "You manipulative bitch." The words erupted from me with force that shattered nearby reality. "You knew Dimitri would scatter. You *knew* and let him—""I warned of consequences," Selene said calmly. "No one listened."But through the network, through moonlight, through every connection Dimitri had become, I saw the truth. She'd calculated this—every move, every sacrifice, designed to leave me desperate enough to surrender Luna.The rage that built wasn't human or divine but something between—maternal fury given cosmic authority."You want to play god?" Power I didn't recognize surged through me. "Let me show you what mortals who choose transformation can do."I reached into the void between realities and *created*.Not reshaping existing matter but bringing something from nothing—a realm born from pure will and network consensus. It blazed into existence, its own rules, its own physics, diluting the goddess's authority by existing outside her original design."Impossible,