All Chapters of The Lycan King's forgotten Goddess : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The southern hall carried the weight of too many histories.Ancient wolf banners hung beside cracked stone pillars scarred from wars older than most kingdoms. Snowlight filtered through towering windows casting pale silver across the floor while guards lined the chamber walls in tense silence.Nobody relaxed after yesterday.Not when heaven itself waited inside the fortress.Freya walked beside Eros through the long corridor leading toward the hall, fingers intertwined with his. Wolves lowered their heads respectfully as they passed, though curiosity lingered openly inside many expressions now.She still was not used to that look.Not fear.Not pity.Respect.God.It felt strangely uncomfortable.Eros sensed the tension quietly building inside her again.His thumb brushed softly against her hand.“You can still refuse this meeting.”Freya glanced sideways toward him. “You really want me to say yes so you can throw the council out personally.”“I already planned three different ways.”

By sunset the fortress no longer resembled a place recovering from war.It resembled absolute chaos.Freya stood near the grand staircase staring down at the overcrowded courtyard below while wolves dragged enormous wooden tables through falling snow. Torches burned brightly against stone walls while servants rushed between kitchens carrying trays overloaded with food.Someone had somehow acquired musicians.Someone else appeared to be hanging silver banners from the watchtowers.And unfortunately, every few minutes another wolf yelled something involving her name.Freya slowly turned toward Kael beside her.“What exactly happened while I was upstairs?”Kael looked exhausted in a deeply personal way.“They interpreted survival as permission to become unbearable.”Fair.Below them, several wolves argued loudly over where placing ceremonial bonfires would look most symbolic. Others carried barrels of alcohol across the courtyard while already visibly drunk despite the celebration not of

The celebration lasted until dawn.By the time the final bonfires burned low across the fortress courtyard, half the wolves were asleep wherever exhaustion claimed them. Some remained slumped across long wooden benches while others argued drunkenly near empty wine barrels about battles nobody remembered accurately anymore.Snow continued falling softly over everything.Quiet.Peaceful.Freya stood near the western corridor watching servants extinguish torches one by one as morning slowly approached the mountains. The fortress felt strangely intimate after nights of war and chaos.Like everyone inside finally remembered how living worked again.She wrapped a thick fur cloak tighter around herself while walking through the silent halls. Her body still ached faintly from using divine power against the seal, though the pain no longer frightened her.Now it simply reminded her she survived.The thought still felt unreal sometimes.Freya paused near one of the tall fortress windows overlook

Snow fell silently around them.Freya stood motionless on the temple path while Eros faced away from her slightly, shoulders tense beneath the pale moonlight. The sight of tears slipping down his face shattered something inside her chest so deeply she could barely breathe.Not because immortals could not cry.Because she understood how long he must have held this grief alone.Centuries.God.Centuries believing Lealla died regretting him.Believing loving him destroyed her life.Freya stepped closer carefully through the snow.“Eros…”He covered his eyes briefly with one hand before exhaling unevenly.The sound hurt.Not loud.Not dramatic.Just a man finally breaking beneath the weight he carried too long.Freya reached toward him instinctively.The moment her fingers touched his arm, Eros pulled her against him so suddenly she nearly lost balance entirely. His arms wrapped around her tightly enough making her heartbeat stumble while cold night air vanished beneath his warmth.Freya

For the first time in longer than he could remember, Eros Draven woke without reaching for a weapon.The realization came slowly.No urgent reports waiting outside his chamber. No enemies gathering beyond the borders. No nightmares dragging him from sleep before dawn. The North stood secure. The kingdom was at peace. The war that had consumed so much of his life had finally become part of the past.Beside him, Freya slept peacefully beneath the blankets, one hand resting against his chest as though she had unconsciously reached for him during the night.Eros remained still for several moments, simply watching her.There had been a time when he believed this future would never belong to him.A time when every path ended with loss.Yet she was here.Not a dream.Not a memory.Not something he needed to fight for anymore.His mate.His queen.His future.Freya stirred slightly before opening her eyes. For a few seconds she looked at him with the soft confusion of someone who had just awa