Semua Bab Mated To The Lycan King Who Can’t Let Go: Bab 151 - Bab 153

As soon as we stepped into the castle, Levi was swallowed by his mother’s hug. She didn’t just hug him—she catapulted herself at him like some overexcited cannonball. His father lingered in the background, looking pathetic and quiet as usual. The crowd wasn’t hostile this time, which was a relief. But I could still smell Elise scheming from a mile away. “My wonderful son!” she called out, voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’ve come back safe! I always knew you would surpass your father one day! With such great leadership, of course the northern conquest was a success!” A success. Only that? I knew she had more on her mind—something about trying to keep us ordering them confined to the capital, about Rowan, about claiming credit for anything she could. “Listen, Mom,” Levi tried, prying her hands off him. “Nyx was—” “Yes yes, we appreciate everyone’s efforts,” she waved him off without looking at me. That little sneaky bitch. Her gaze drifted to the crowd, and she angled

10 years later The sound of the grand piano spilled through the hallways, weaving between the scent of northern melons. The harvest was incredible this year, sweet and heavy in the air. “Now you’re even playing music easily, Remus,” Levi commented, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Well duh. I’m going to be better than you, Dad,” Remus said, puffing out his chest like he owned the whole house. “Then you’ll have to put in more effort. I memorized Peter Tchaikovsky by your age completely,” Levi bragged, voice thick with pride. “Ugh,” Remus huffed, slumping dramatically into the piano bench. “Are you guys competing with each other in here again?” I asked, stepping into the room, hands on my hips. “Mommy! I missed you!” Remus leapt up, waving his little arms. “Mommy!” Abel, his younger brother, squealed from across the room. Two years younger and already testing his lungs. I had another baby, this one very much planned, and yes—he looked exactly like me. “Hi, baby. I finis