All Chapters of Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Nina POV"Get up, you useless little leach, or I will throw you into the training trenches myself," I say, my voice cutting through the damp air of the castle courtyard.My six-year-old son, Toby, does not cry. He wipes a mixture of mud and sweat from his forehead, his small fingers stained black from the gravel. His eyes flash a violent, midnight black. His inner Lycan is waking up early, and it wants blood.Across the grass, Jethro does not break his stride. He stands with his arms crossed over his chest, his massive frame blocking out the midday sun. He is the Delta of this pack. He does not offer a hand to our son. He only glares."He is slow today, Nina," Jethro barks, his voice scraping against my nerves like a rusted blade. "If he cannot handle a basic sweep at six, the wolves in the village will tear his throat out by ten.""He fell from the swing yesterday and shook it off," I snap, stepping between my mate and our son. My boots dig into t

Adriel’s POV"Let go of her arm before you snap the bone, Mitchell."I shoved my brother sideways. My shoulder hit his bicep with enough force to dent his leather guard. Mitchell did not slide back. He dug his boots into the dusty rug, his amber eyes flashing with a predatory light that matched my own.Between us, Betty writhed on the oak table. Her skin was a map of glowing purple lines. The silver star on her chest chest was pumping out waves of raw heat that smelled like a thunderstorm hitting a pine forest."She is trying to walk on a broken matrix," Mitchell growled. He leaned over the table, his knuckles turning white against the wood. "Look at her boots. She is already trying to track them.""I am tracking them because you two are standing here counting your teeth," Betty choked out.She swung her legs off the table. Her heels hit the floorboards with a dull thud. The moment her soles made contact, a

Mitchell’s POV"Step back from the threshold, Audrey, or I will paint this limestone with your coven sisters."My claws were already scraping against the ruined doorframe.The weight of Betty in my arms was too light. Her head rested against my collarbone, her breathing small and shallow. Every muscle in my chest pulled tight, a hot spike of panic vibrating through my spine.Audrey did not move an inch. She stood on the wet tarmac of the driveway, her dark green silk dress rustling in the wind. Three older women stood behind her, their heavy wool coats buttoned to their chins, faces carved from stone."The mark is incomplete, Mitchell," Audrey said. Her voice carried a cold, mocking purr. "Look at her skin. She is going to rot as a chimera unless you sign the blood contract with me right now.""I do not sign papers with traitors," I spat.I shifted my weight, tucking Betty closer to my torso. Adriel stepped up t

Betty’s POV"Do you really think you can just walk away from the throne after what we just did on this gravel, Mitchell?"Adriel’s voice broke the silence of the courtyard.I looked down at my hands. The silver-tipped royal claws slowly slid back beneath my nails, leaving my fingertips warm. The air smelled like clean winter frost now, the stench of Audrey’s sulfur magic completely gone.Mitchell did not look up from the wet tarmac. He stayed on one knee, his palms flat against the stone, his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed. "The vanguard is yours, Adriel. I told you. I am finished playing the council’s games.""The vanguard is nothing without its commander," I said, stepping between them.Adriel flinched. He looked at me, his dark eyes tracking the wet hem of his own leather jacket wrapped around my shoulders. The hundreds of cured Lycans across the driveway remained perfectly still, thei

Betty’s POV"Do you think the southern Alphas will actually respect the new boundary flags, Mitchell?"I did not turn around from the stone railing.My fingers brushed across a thick stalk of purple lavender blooming from the mortar. The private courtyard of the west wing was completely altered now. The dead, grey stone walls were hidden beneath heavy green vines that pulsed with the clean, quiet energy of the silver core. The air smelled like mountain frost and fresh earth.Mitchell let out a short, dry snort behind me.The sound of his pocket knife clicking open broke the morning quiet. He was leaning his spine against the brick pillar, his long legs crossed at the ankles as he shaved a sliver of bark from a cedar block. "They will respect the flags because they do not have a choice, Betty. The vanguard has three hundred cured Lycans sitting on the ridge line. Yuna’s replacement spends his mornings checking his own pe