All Chapters of Sold To A Cursed Lycan Prince : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Every smile disappeared. The atmosphere changed so abruptly that Aeryl felt it before she understood it.The Lycans straightened. Conversations ceased. And even Aramisius' teasing cousin lowered his hand from the prince's shoulder.A man strode through the marble archway as though he owned it. His robes were deep sapphire embroidered with silver falcons. A jeweled circlet rested carelessly upon dark hair, and a polished cane clicked against the marble with every measured step.His smile was elegant. His eyes were not.There was silence.Then, he laughed once. A dry, humorless sound."How extraordinary."His eyes settled upon Aramisius."I truly feared I might collapse from laughter..." He rested both hands upon the head of his cane. "...while watching the great Aramisius Knighte's resolve crumble before a woman."No one answered. Aeryl blinked.Did.... Did he just insult the Crown Prince of Theartera? Publicly? Before his own subjects?She instinctively glanced at Aramisius.Nothing.

Aeryl remained frozen. Aramisius' gaze only remained on the fountain as he continued his speech. Her heart pounded so violently she thought she might faint. Aramisius rose calmly and Aeryl looked at him in horror.Aramisius closed his eyes. When he finally spoke, his voice was almost weary."The sensible part of me does."He continued before she could speak."I hate what your existence has done. I hate what it demands of both of us. I hate the danger that follows you. And I hate..." His jaw tightened. "...how powerless I become whenever you're involved. I never wanted more responsibility."Aeryl didn't hear the rest. All she heard was—"The sensible part of me does."The world blurred and a sob escaped her. She covered her face with both hands and broke."I truly do hate you."The words settled heavily between them. Neither moved. The fountain continued to sing.Aeryl's tears slipped silently through her trembling fingers. She wanted to answer. She wanted to scream. She wanted to ask

The forest had become their home.Not because they wished it so.Because every village felt too dangerous to remain in.By the eighth day, exhaustion had settled into Rhea's bones. Every step hurt. Her knees ached constantly, and each morning it took longer for her old body to rise from the cold earth.That evening, they sheltered inside the ruins of an abandoned charcoal burner's hut.Half the roof had collapsed years ago.The remaining beams groaned whenever the wind passed through them.A tiny fire crackled between broken stones while Nizelda divided the last stale loaf of bread into careful pieces.She handed the larger half to Rhea.The old woman immediately broke it in two again."You eat."Nizelda sighed."You always do that.""I've lived longer.""So you deserve more.""I've eaten enough years."Nizelda smiled despite herself."You always say strange things."Rhea smiled faintly."Old people are permitted strange things."Silence settled between them.Only the fire spoke.Outs

Aramisius froze and after sometime, Aeryl pulled back, cheeks burning, but her chin remained raised."I've already given myself to him."Someone gasped and she continued before anyone could interrupt."And I want him for myself. No matter what unknown persons may say."Aramisius stared at her. For one second, he looked genuinely speechless. Then his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her firmly against his side.His mouth moved near her ear."Stop this sheepish attitude."Aeryl blinked and whispered. "I'm defending us.""You're declaring our private affairs before half the continent.""They needed to know.""They did not."Her lips twitched. "But they know now."His jaw tightened."You are impossible.""I learned from you."A tiny movement at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.The hall erupted into whispers.Then...."Well!"A high, delighted voice rang through the chamber.Everyone turned.The Gnome King, Brammick, was leaning so far over his seat that two attendants had to ca

Many minutes later, the chamber had become unbearable. Every argument seemed to create another.Aeryl stood rigidly beside Aramisius, listening as ruler after ruler found a new reason why her union with him was dangerous. Her hip was beginning to hurt already and as if on cue, Aramisius asked for a seat for her.She had been called a blood source. A political weapon. A vulnerable hybrid. A prize that had passed from one hand to another. Even the circumstances of her purchase had been dragged into the open.And somehow, through all of it, Aramisius had remained silent. Until one ruler finally leaned forward."Then perhaps the simplest solution is to return Lady Aeryl to her father's custody."Aeryl's heart stopped. The ruler continued."Her father admits that the original arrangement was made under desperation. The Crown Prince admits he purchased her before either knew of the mate bond. Her blood presents a danger to his survival. Surely the honorable course is to separate them until