All Chapters of The Lycan King's forgotten Goddess : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Snow continued falling softly across the battlefield long after the war ended. Bodies remained scattered beneath crimson stained ice while torches flickered weakly against the mountainside, their flames bending beneath the cold wind moving through the valley. Wolves stood in stunned silence watching Eros kneel in the snow beside Lealla as though the world itself had narrowed into that single moment.Nobody dared approach.Not even Kaelan.Because grief radiated from Eros strongly enough to silence an entire battlefield.Lealla could barely feel her hands anymore.The divine power burning through her body had begun consuming everything from within. Every breath hurt now. Every heartbeat felt weaker than the last. Blood continued staining her lips despite Eros desperately trying to wipe it away before more appeared again.God.She hated seeing him like this.His hands were trembling.Eros never trembled.Not during war.Not during pain.Not even facing death itself.But now his fingers

The storm outside the fortress quieted after midnight.Snow drifted softly across the mountains while funeral fires burned below the cliffs where wolves mourned their dead in silence. The battlefield that once echoed with screams now carried only grief.Eros stood motionless on the balcony long after Selene spoke.“She asked for another life with you instead.”The words settled into him slowly.Painfully.Like hope itself had become something sharp enough to wound.Kaelan remained several steps behind, silent for once because even he understood this moment did not belong to anyone else. Moonlight moved quietly around Selene while cold wind carried silver strands of her hair through the darkness.Eros finally looked at her again.“You’re telling me she knew she would die.”Selene’s gaze lowered briefly. “Yes.”Something inside him twisted violently hearing that truth spoken aloud.God.Lealla knew.She stood in his arms that morning knowing death already waited somewhere ahead of her a

The fortress felt different after Freya remembered everything.Not because the walls changed or the snow stopped falling across the mountains. The difference lived inside her now. Every corridor carried echoes of another lifetime. Every torchlit hallway held memories layered beneath the present like ghosts refusing to disappear quietly.She remembered walking these halls as Lealla.Laughing here.Arguing with Eros there.Standing near the southern balcony while snowstorms covered the mountains silver and white.God.It was disorienting existing inside two versions of herself at once.Freya walked slowly through the fortress library later that evening trying to steady her thoughts. Old candles flickered softly around shelves overflowing with ancient texts while distant wind rattled lightly against the windows.She used to hide here.That realization came suddenly.Lealla often escaped to this exact room whenever celestial memories overwhelmed her after abandoning heaven. She would sit

The northern gates stood buried beneath snow and silence when Freya arrived beside Eros.Winter storms rolled heavily across the mountains while wolves lined the fortress walls with weapons drawn, their expressions tense beneath torchlight. No one spoke too loudly. Even the wind itself seemed quieter tonight.Because heaven had come.Freya stopped near the stone battlements overlooking the gates below. The moment her eyes landed on the figures waiting beyond the fortress boundary, memories hit hard enough to steal breath from her lungs.Celestial soldiers stood motionless across the snow dressed in silver armor etched with divine symbols glowing faintly beneath the storm. Moonlight reflected sharply against their weapons while cold authority surrounded them like another layer of steel.And at the front—Aethon.God.Even after centuries, he looked exactly the same.Tall.Golden haired.Beautiful in the cruel way celestial beings often were.But Freya remembered now what existed beneat

The fortress remained tense long after Aethon disappeared into the storm.Wolves continued guarding the northern walls through the night while celestial presence lingered uneasily in the mountains like a threat waiting patiently beyond sight. Torches burned brighter across the courtyards. Soldiers spoke quieter. Everyone sensed something had changed.Heaven would return.Freya knew it.But strangely, fear no longer came from celestial armies or divine threats.It came from something far smaller.Something painfully human.She stood alone near the southern balcony later that night staring across endless snow covered cliffs while cold wind tangled through her hair. The mountains stretched silent beneath moonlight, beautiful enough to hurt.This balcony.God.Lealla used to stand here constantly.Waiting for Eros after battles.Watching storms roll through valleys while pretending she wasn’t worried sick every single time he left the fortress.Freya leaned against the stone railing slowl