All Chapters of Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nina POV"Move your feet, werewolf girl, or I will snap your neck," a voice rasps from the doorway.The words hit me like ice water. I drop the catering menus onto the new marble worktop. My fingers tremble against the polished stone."I am busy preparing the banquet hall for the summit," I say. I do not look up. I keep my back straight, forcing my voice to stay level. "You will have to find another way around the kitchen."A heavy step thuds against the floor tiles. The air grows thick. The scent of ozone and burnt sugar floods the room. It is a Lycan king. My chest tightens. The sheer pressure of his power makes my lungs burn."You do not tell a king where to walk," he sneers.A hand grips the back of my hair.My scalp fires with sharp pain. Before I can scream, he yanks my head backward. My balance breaks. My knees hit the hard floor with a loud crack."Look at the floor when I speak to you," the man barks.I stare at

Betty POVThe skin across my spine does not just rip. It burns with a dry, white heat that turns my blood to boiling grease. I collapse hard onto the damp soil, my palms digging deep into the black mud. The earth gets stuck under my fingernails, but I can barely feel it over the sound of my own bones cracking.April told me this would happen. She warned me that the first shift breaks a person from the inside out. But she also said it would be easier with Adriel and Mitchell next to me.Right now, nothing feels easy.My spine gives a violent, sickening pop. The vertebrae stretch and realign, forcing my back to arch upward at a horrific angle. My arms buckle. The bones inside them snap and lengthen, pushing my shoulders out of their sockets until I am forced down onto all fours. The ground rises to meet my face, smelling of rotting leaves and wet stone.I choke on my own breath, spit flying from my lips onto the grass. Something thick and heavy pushe

Adriel POV“Move your feet, Adriel.”Mitchell grips my bare shoulder, his fingers digging straight into the muscle until it bruises. His voice is a low, jagged rasp in the dark.“We stay on this patch of dirt another sixty seconds, and we rot.”I do not look at him. I keep my eyes locked on Betty. She is lying flat on her stomach in the dead grass, her great grey wolf form heaving with wet, heavy breaths.The air here tastes like rusted iron. Betty told us the truth before she shifted. This ground is dead. The curse on our blood is pure, black magic, and this land rejects every single drop of it. It eats at us. My chest burns with a sudden, sharp ache that feels forty years too old. My bones feel like dry chalk.“Get her up,” I snap, my voice cracking with a sudden, brittle dryness that terrifies me. “Now.”Mitchell grabs her front paws. I shove my shoulder beneath her hindquarters. She

Adriel POV"Get the hell away from her!" Mitchell roars, his voice tearing through the stone walls.The council table explodes into splinters. Three lycan kings launch themselves over the mahogany slab, claws extended, eyes completely black with bloodlust. They want Betty. They think she is the apocalypse incarnate now that her mark is gone.Mitchell shoves Betty behind his back. The momentum sends her flying sideways. Her head cracks against the granite pillar with a sickening thunk.She goes limp instantly, dropping to the floor like a stone.Before Mitchell can drop to his knees, the blue king intercepts him. The bastard shifts mid-air, his skeleton cracking and reshaping into a massive, bristling beast. He lands squarely on top of Betty, his front claws ripping downward into her flesh.Tearing skin. Spraying hot, crimson blood across the floorboards.My vision goes completely red. My jaw unhinges, fangs bursting t

Betty POV"Drink it before it gets cold," Novalee says.She sets the tray down on the bedside table with a sharp click. The porcelain rattles against the wood."I am not hungry," I say."You need your strength." Novalee straightens her apron, her fingers twitching against the fabric. "The elders are moving the schedule forward. The attack happens tonight."I look at the steam rising from the tea. "And your sister?""I will handle her myself." Novalee turns her face away, but I see the skin around her jaw tighten until it turns white. "She chose her side. Now I have to finish it.""Novalee, you do not have to carry this alone," I say."There is no one else to do it." She walks toward the door without looking back. "Eat, Betty. The castle is not safe today."The heavy oak door clicks shut behind her.Mitchell sits on the edge of the mattress next to me. His body is perfec