All Chapters of Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Betty POV"Open your mouth, Betty," Mitchell says.His voice is too low, too thick with the heat. He stands right by the edge of the mattress, his skin radiating a brutal, feverish warmth that makes the air in the bedroom feel heavy. He taps the tip of his length against my bottom lip.I pull my chin back, my spine stiffening against the headboard. "No."I am testing the limits. We all know it. The scent of the impending third wave is already drifting through the open window, sweet and heavy like rotting fruit, but I want to see how far I can push them before the fever completely takes over my mind.Mitchell does not argue. He just steps closer, his fingers snapping up to pinch my nose shut.My breath cuts off instantly. My lungs burn after five seconds, forcing me to gasp for air through my mouth. The moment my lips part, he slides inside.I choke, my eyes watering as I glare up at him. He thinks he has won. I lock my jaw, refusing t

Novalee POV"Bexley, look at me," I say, stepping hard to the left.My voice is sharp. It cuts through the thick, damp air of the woods.Bexley does not stop. His jaw is locked, his knuckles white as his hands curl into fists. The black veins under his skin pulse with Kori's dark magic. He takes another massive step forward, his heavy boots crushing the dry twigs."Bexley, it is me," I say, my breath catching in my throat. "It is Novalee."He does not answer. He just stalks towards me like a wild predator. His eyes are completely pitch-black, swallowed by the illusion Kori fed his mind.I take another deliberate step backward, angling my heels. I need him to shift his weight. I need his left boot to hit the exact patch of dirt behind the rotted log."If that was really me in that vision, you would feel the betrayal," I say, keeping my pitch level, forcing the panic out of my throat. "You know my heart, Luka. You know someone forced me

Adriel POV"Get your hands off her before I snap your wrist."I didn't blink. My fingers gripped the brass handle of my bedroom door, the cold metal cutting into my palm. The corridor was silent, smelling of stale plaster and the faint, bitter tang of Betty’s fading heat.Adriel. Is everything fine? We are entering the castle now.My father's voice slammed into my head like an iron wedge. The mindlink was heavy, thick with the scent of pine and old blood that always trailed his thoughts. It made my skull throb behind my eyes.Yes, I snapped back, my jaw tightening until a muscle leaped in my cheek. Everything is okay. Come on in.I pushed my bedroom door open. The hinges gave a dry, high-pitched screech.Mitchell, everyone else are coming into the castle now, just so you know, I sent the link to my brother.A sharp, low huff echoed back through the bond. It sounded like

Nina POV"Get out of the driver's seat, Nina," Mitchell grunts, his shoulder slamming into the frame of the old sedan. "Your driving is giving me a migraine. You crawl like a human grandmother."I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. "The traffic on the tarmac was backed up for three miles because of a petrol tanker crash, Mitchell. Unless your Lycan speed lets you sprint over a pile-up, you sit there and shut up."Ian chuckles from the back, leaning forward to rest his heavy forearms on the headrest. "He is just cranky because we have been in this metal tin for three hours. Move over, Nina. Let him grind the gears."I shove open the door, my boots hitting the hot gravel of the human retail park. My muscles ache. The air smells of exhaust fumes and cheap tarmac. We are deep inside the border town, a place where humans and our kind mix just enough for trade, but the tension is always thick enough to choke on."The King said to repla

Betty POV"Wake up and come down to the kitchen when you are ready, or just call for us."I read the words out loud, tracing the heavy ink on the small piece of parchment left on the pillow beside me. Mitchell had signed it with a neat flourish. No explanation. No details. Just a command wrapped up in a polite note.My skin felt tight, coated in the dry, chalky residue of a dozen feverish dreams I could no longer piece together. Pieces of an old identity were always scratching at the back of my mind, whispering words like promise and trust, but the memories never stayed long enough to form a clear picture. They just left an ache.I rolled out of the bed, the cold stone floor shocking the soles of my bare feet. The massive bedroom was completely empty. Adriel and Mitchell were gone.My stomach gave a sharp, demanding twist. Food could wait. The bathroom could not.I bolted across the chamber and into the adjoining washroom, slamming the heavy