All Chapters of Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Betty POV"Stay in the car and do not move!" Adriel roared.He did not wait for my answer. His hand flew out, grabbing the shredded edge of the roof where a rogue had just punched through the metal. The rogue still had his claws tangled in my hair. Adriel did not flinch. He grabbed the beast by the forearm and wrenched backward with a sickening, wet pop.The rogue screamed, his arm tearing completely free from his shoulder. Blood sprayed across the windscreen. Adriel kicked the car door open, lunging out into the chaos of the dark road.My chest heaved. I stared at the blood dripping from the torn ceiling onto my jeans. My own lycan was dead silent, locked in a deep, unresponsive sleep after taking a silver knife wound to the ribs hours ago. I was entirely on my own.The rogue who had clawed at me had looked shocked before Adriel ripped him apart. He had smelled me. He had realized I was a female. The raw, desperate hunger in his eyes told me everything. He did not want to kill me. He

Betty POV"The king wants me dead."The words did not make sense. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. What had I done? I opened my mouth to demand an explanation, but a raw, booming voice cut through the heavy air before I could speak."Stop right there."I stiffened. The shout came from behind us."Do not you dare touch her," the voice roared, vibrating through the stone floor. "If you hurt her, I will not hesitate to take you down."I whipped my head around. My boots skidded on the smooth marble. Standing at the top of the stone steps was the exact same man I had just pulled back from the brink of madness. I had crawled inside his twisted lycan mind and dragged his sanity to the surface."Jethro?" The king gasped. The brutal monarch froze, his jaw tightening as his chest heaved. "How is that possible? Are you sane?""Yes, brother," Jethro said. His voice was rough, like sandpaper on wood, but his eyes were completely clear. He looked directly at me, his expression

Aleah POV"Open your eyes and look at what he did," I said, my voice cutting through the thick, suffocating mist of the Lycan King's subconscious.The memory flared to life around us, a blinding flash of ancient light that smelled of old parchment and damp earth. We were standing inside the mind of the King, watching a scene from hundreds of years ago. A woman stood in the centre of a sunlit courtyard. She had honey-blond hair, light freckles dusted across her nose, and bright green eyes that made the royal guards lower their spears just to watch her smile."Is that Queen Yasmin?" Mitchell muttered, his ghost-like hand reaching out toward the memory of his mother."Do not touch her," I snapped, pulling him back by his leather collar. "Look closer at her eyes."We watched the memory shift. The King stepped forward in the vision, pressing his fangs into her neck to claim her. When Queen Yasmin looked up, her striking green ey

 Adriel POV "Get the hell away from her door, Mitchell." My voice is a low, vibrating snarl that rattles the heavy oak panelling of the corridor. My brother doesn't flinch. He stands there in the dim light of the west wing, his fingers hovering inches from the brass handle of Betty’s bedroom. His jaw ticks. A pulse beats wildly in his throat, a clear sign of the volatile mate-bond ripping through his veins. "I felt your pathetic anxiety from across the castle," Mitchell snaps back, his voice a harsh whisper that barely carries over the crackle of the wall torches. "You're suffocating the entire floor with your panic. I came to see if she’s breathing." "She is sleeping," I say, stepping into his personal space until our chests almost collide. "No thanks to father. He terrified her, threatened her life, and then used his Alpha aura to force her into a dee

Betty POV"Wake up, little queen."The words do not belong to me.They do not belong to Adriel or Mitchell.They are heavy, scraping hooks dragging me out of the pitch-black void.My eyes snap open.A blinding spike of white light punches through my skull.The sound comes a millisecond later. It is a deafening, concrete-splitting roar that rattles the fillings in my teeth.I bolt upright.The bedroom is absolute carnage. Four walls of solid stone are split down the centre, weeping mortar and dust.Right in the middle of the debris stands Luka.He is not in his human skin. He is locked in his massive, hulking lycan form, his grey fur bristling with static electricity.He is dead silent. He is not breathing.His massive claws are buried two inches deep into the floorboards, anchoring him like a statue."Luka?"