Todos os capítulos de Elemental Lycan : The Devine Elemental: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

The tension in the room didn't just break; it shattered, leaving behind the raw, bleeding truth.Fennigan sank into his heavy leather chair, his head dropping into his hands. "It’s already started, Veda," he rasped, his voice thick with exhaustion. "Leela had a nightmare two nights ago. She saw the fog. She saw the guards. She saw herself in iron chains, and she heard the twins screaming while she was pinned down. She felt it as if it were real—the same way she felt the day she fled her parents' house."At those words, Jax’s composure finally gave way. He let out a choked, broken sound, his shoulders shaking as he looked at his Alpha—his brother in every way that mattered."Fenn," Jax whispered, his voice cracking wide open. "I’m sorry. Goddess, I’m so sorry. I didn't—I never meant any of it."He turned to Veda, the tears he had been holding back for days finally shimmering in his eyes. "The night she had that dream... I was awake. I was sitting in the dark and the thoughts... they we

Fennigan’s heart twisted at her words, a sharp, physical ache that made his chest feel too tight for his ribs. He looked at Caspian and Briar, who were currently giggling as they tried to drape a lopsided flower crown over a very patient, smiling Sarah. They were the absolute picture of innocence—soft cheeks, messy hair, and spirits as light as the dandelion fluff drifting on the breeze.Despite the ancient, swirling power coursing through their mother’s veins, the twins hadn’t shown a single flicker of elemental magic. No sparks from their fingertips, no sudden gusts of wind when they cried. To the rest of the world, they were just happy, healthy toddlers who radiated a pure, infectious joy. But Fennigan knew the dark reality: to the men in the Capital, they weren't children—they were potential assets. The thought of those butchers sharpening their knives, waiting to see if the "property" of the state was merely dormant, made Fennigan’s blood run ice-cold even as the air around him b

"I've got you." His voice was rough, and she felt him wrestling with the wolf's instinct to protect her, to hold back. "The pregnancy—""Is exactly why I need this," she said, and she pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were glowing pure amber now, the wolf close to the surface. "The fire needs to burn. It needs to be met with something that won't break."Understanding flickered across his face. She watched him make the choice to stop holding back.His mouth found hers again, and this time there was no gentleness in it. He kissed her deep and thorough, his hands sliding down her sides. She was wearing one of his shirts, oversized to accommodate her belly, and he gripped the fabric and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. The air hit her skin and she gasped, but then he was covering her, his body heat meeting the fire in her stone, and it was exactly what she needed."Tell me if it's too much," he said, but he was already moving, already kissing his way down her n

The Council member, a man named Henderson, sat behind Fennigan’s own desk with a smirk that felt like a slap. He was dressed in a suit that cost more than most pack houses, his eyes cold and devoid of any wolfish warmth. He looked up as the three Elders took their places, his sneer deepening."The Council received your... poetic little letter, Alpha," Henderson said, his voice dripping with clinical condescension. He gestured dismissively toward Veda and the others. "And I see you’ve brought your relics with you. Let’s be clear: the Elder Council represents 'Old Ways' that have no place in a modern, regulated society. You’re nothing but a traveling circus, clinging to myths that were stripped away for a reason. These three have no authority here."Jax’s growl was low, a vibration that shook the pens on the desk, but Fennigan’s silence was more terrifying.Henderson leaned forward, his gaze sharpening with a predatory greed. "Enough with the theatrics. I’m not here for history lessons.

The sanctuary of the Blackwood pack house, once filled with the scent of lavender and the warmth of a peaceful morning, became a hall of mirrors that night. Though Veda had sealed the physical rot behind the heavy mahogany doors of the study, the psychological poison Henderson left behind acted like a gas, creeping through the vents and seeping under bedroom doors to find the exact shape of everyone’s deepest terrors.The house was silent to the ear, but the spirit realm was screaming.As the moon hung high over the forest, the rot began its work, weaving personalized nightmares designed to fracture the pack's unity.In their room, the Beta thrashed against the sheets, his brow furrowed in a cold sweat. He dreamed of a world where Ginny’s heartbeat suddenly went silent, his arms empty as the life he had built vanished into a void. Beside him, Ginny was trapped in a meta-nightmare; she dreamed that her entire reality—her love for Jax, her pregnancy, her home—was nothing but a cruel hal