《The Lycan King's forgotten Goddess 》全部章節：第 21 章 - 第 30 章

Freya left before sunrise. The gates of Draven Fortress opened without question, heavy stone grinding slowly aside as cold mountain wind rushed to meet her. No one tried to stop her — maybe because they already knew her mind was made up, or maybe because nobody in that fortress was foolish enough to stand between wounded pride and stubbornness. Either way, she walked out alone. The path down the mountain was quiet except for the crunch of frost beneath her boots. Mist curled through the trees below, swallowing the road in pale silver shadow. Freya kept her eyes fixed ahead, refusing to look back at the fortress looming behind her. If she looked back, she might hesitate, and she couldn't afford that now. Eros's words still sat in her chest like a bruise she couldn't touch without flinching. *You can never be my Lealla.* The memory stung harder than she wanted to admit — not because of the anger behind it, but because of how real it had sounded, as though the thought itself terrified

The words hit harder than the smoke choking the clearing. "She loved you." Freya barely recognized her own voice. It sounded broken, fragile in a way she hated. Eros went completely still. Around them the fight had faded into silence, snow still falling through black smoke and blood while dead mercenaries lay scattered between the trees, forgotten for the moment — because suddenly none of that mattered. Her chest still burned. The memories refused to settle, pieces of another life crashing through her mind too fast to make sense of: warm hands cupping Eros's face, laughter under moonlight, a promise whispered as though forever actually existed. And grief. God, the grief — it sat inside her so heavily she could barely breathe through it. Eros's grip tightened slightly on her shoulders. "What exactly did you see?" Freya shook her head weakly. "I don't know anymore." That was the worst part. The memories felt real enough to touch, but they weren't hers — they couldn't be. And yet e

Far beneath the northern mountains, hidden below ruins the world believed abandoned centuries ago, an ancient city still existed in silence. No kingdom carried its name anymore. Maps no longer marked its location. People told stories about civilizations swallowed by war and time, never realizing one of them had survived beneath their feet all along. That was exactly how the people living there wanted it. The underground halls stretched endlessly through black stone lit by silver flames that never went out, ancient symbols carved into the walls in languages no modern kingdom remembered. The air smelled faintly of ash, old blood, and magic powerful enough to make even wolves uneasy. This place had existed long before Alphas ruled territories, long before packs divided land and called themselves kings. And tonight, every corridor carried the same tension. She had awakened. Inside the central chamber, several hooded figures stood around a massive circular table carved from white stone

Eros returned to the fortress before dawn. The moment he stepped through the gates, he knew something was wrong — not because of the shattered walls or the blood staining the stone floors, but because he felt it. An absence. The fortress had gone quiet in the worst possible way. Guards stood tense across the courtyard while healers rushed through the halls carrying the wounded. Ancient silver barriers flickered weakly along the walls, as though they'd barely survived whatever had happened here. Then he saw Dylan. Dark burns wrapped around his wrists where magical chains had held him, blood staining his collar, exhaustion heavy beneath his eyes. The moment Dylan looked at him, silence spread through the hall. Nobody wanted to say it first. Nobody wanted to tell the king Freya was gone. "Where is she?" Eros sounded calm. Too calm. Dylan swallowed. "They took her." The silver flames lining the fortress walls flared violently, and pressure rolled through the hall hard enough to crac

Freya stood frozen beneath silver stars while the memory continued unfolding around her.The silver haired girl still stared down toward the courtyard below where Eros stood surrounded by warriors and torchlight. Even from this distance he carried something impossible to ignore. Power lived inside him naturally, but it wasn’t what held her attention.It was the loneliness.The way he stood among people yet somehow apart from all of them.The second girl noticed her expression immediately and quickly stepped in front of her view.“Don’t smile at him.”The silver haired girl blinked. “Why?”“Because I don’t want him seeing us.”“He can’t even see this far.”“That’s not the point.”The girl leaned sideways trying to look around her again. “Then tell me who he is.”The second girl sighed dramatically. “You’re impossible.”“Who is he?” she repeated softly.The other girl finally glanced toward the courtyard below.“That is Eros Draven.”The name itself felt heavy somehow.The silver haired