Mated To The Lycan King Who Can’t Let Go의 모든 챕터: 챕터 131 - 챕터 140

"She got scared off by my face," Kyle said, slipping back into the office. "Well of course she did. Your aura's just too strong now," I said lightly. It was true, even if it cost him to hear it. Kyle had been more insecure than usual ever since his face had been cut like that. I wish that I could've done more for him. "If Remus doesn't care, it's fine," Kyle said with a shrug. "Anyway it looks like she's going to Elise." "Perfect. All we need to do is keep an eye on her until she slips up," I said. People like Seraphine always did. They couldn't help themselves. "Are you going to tell Levi how you caught onto his bigger game?" Kyle asked. About him making me think I was in charge? "Not this time. The more I just play along the more freedom I have," I said. "He can't help himself anyway so just leave it alone." "Ok then how do you plan to tame someone like that?" Kyle asked. "I don't plan on doing shit. Think about it, she's a disgrace, her family doesn't really care—well Eva

The ruins of the lab had finally cooled enough for the ground to harden again, though it still breathed heat like crazy. Stepping onto it with an entire army at my back felt unreal—like I'd walked straight into one of those old war texts. I was in a foreign country, actively invading it, and I was addressing a formation of soldiers that included Levi himself. "Make occupation the main priority and give detailed reports on the situation. Let fleeing guards and villagers go. Ensure no casualties among the villagers at all! Show no mercy to all those refusing to bow!" I said. "LONG LIVE BLACKFOOT!!!!!!" the soldiers roared back in unison, the sound vibrating through the scorched stone. As they began to break formation and surge forward, Kyle leaned in close. "Now what?" "We stay at camp and wait for the news," I said. "I don't think it should be long." "How do you know so much about war stuff, master?" "Well, I was trapped in an attic with nothing but books about history and war a

The village was under my control in less than fifteen minutes. Too short to feel like a victory at all. We came in at dawn for the element of surprise, but there was nothing to surprise. The villagers just watched us roll in, dull-eyed and exhausted, like they’d been expecting us—or anyone—to finally end it all for them. The entire place looked tired. Houses sagged inward as if they’d given up on standing. Roofs were stitched together with scrap metal and warped boards. Adults stood in doorways holding children bundled in rags, their faces hollow, resigned, already braced for loss. I hated it all. It was the kind of place where killing them all would feel less like violence and more like mercy to me. Once we gathered what passed for guards and military-aged people, Evan stepped forward. There weren’t many. More than half of them looked underfed, ribs pressing against skin, shoulders too sharp. One man’s arm was bound in filthy cloth, the wound beneath it dark and swollen, clearly

“Sorry to make you wait,” I said as I walked into the meeting tent. Evan and Levi were already there, rigid, while a man sat across from the open space waiting for me. He was handsome in an almost irritating way—blond hair neatly kept, blue eyes calm and bright, the kind of face painters loved to put crowns on. He looked exactly like what he claimed to be. Prince Charming. Behind him stood a small, carefully arranged entourage, all polished armor and stillness. I sat down across from them with a smile. “So what business do you have with me?” I asked. “It’s just as in the letter I wrote. I’ve come to ask for a peaceful withdrawal of the Blackfoot army that’s occupied the heart of our kingdom before winter fully hits us,” the man said. “Your name is?” “Prince Adiel of the North.” “Prince Adiel, don’t you think your words and behavior are a bit out of line? For someone petitioning the queen of Blackfoot you’re a bit carefree,” I said. “Excuse me?” “If you want your villages back th

A few hours later, the place stopped looking like a prison and more like a liberated country. Hundreds and hundreds of people flooded the open grounds—werewolves, witches, humans, elves, every half‑breed mix imaginable—wandering like they were afraid the ground might vanish if they trusted it too much. They looked around for something or someone. Then it started. A woman screamed as a man barreled into her, scooping her up like it was the last time he’d ever get the chance. Two children latched onto their father’s legs so hard he toppled over, laughing and crying at the same time. To my left, a group of witches lifted their hands and sent sparks into the air, laughter breaking loose as three more witches sprinted toward them. Parents clutched children like they could stitch time back together just by holding tight. Others stood alone waiting to remember how to exist. Maybe stunned from being freed. “Are you from Red Fang?” someone asked, voice shaking. “Yes I am! Have you seen t