Semua Bab Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Luka POV“Right now there is absolute chaos in the castle, Betty.”I grip the edge of the plastic mattress. The scent of sterile disinfectant burns my throat.“Adriel is gone. Completely missing.”I lean closer to her pale, unmoving face. Her chest rises and falls only by the grace of the machines humming beside her.“Mitchell released some rogue mage from the high tower. And then the entire bloody structure just vanished into thin air the second they stepped out.”I stare at her closed eyelids. I watch for a twitch. A flutter. Anything.“I am always sitting here. Day after day.”I shift my weight on the hard wooden chair. My knees ache from the hours of stillness.“Not that I am complaining. But I would love to spend some real time on the outside. With you. And with Novalee, of course.”The silence in the room

Mitchell POV“Adriel is alive, Betty.”I leaned down, whispering the words against her ear. The room was dead silent, save for the weak, rhythmic puff of her breathing. I brushed a stray lock of hair from her pale forehead. She looked so fragile like this, a broken doll trapped in an endless sleep.“He is in the Blaze kingdom,” I continued, my voice thick. “The king over there is a friend to him. I know the man too, but we do not like each other. You need to wake up now. I need you back.”She did not move. She did not even blink.The heavy oak door behind me groaned. I did not turn around. I already knew the scent. Wildwood, bitter ash, and ozone. Luka.“What do you honestly think of this Luca guy?” Luka asked, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that rattled the windowpanes.I straightened up, turning my back on Betty’s bed. I crossed my arms over

Adriel POV"Let my daughter go, Adriel!"Kori stepped out from the thick tree line. She stopped exactly at the border line, her fingers twitching at her sides.I let out a low, mocking laugh. I needed to stretch every second. I needed her focused entirely on my face, not the woods behind her.Dad, where are you? I slammed the words through the mindlink. She is on the border.Ten minutes out, Dad snapped back. Hold her position. The coven is with us. They are preparing the binding circles now.A cold smile touched my lips. I fixed my eyes on Kori. "Why should I hand her over? Your little brat has done nothing but disrespect my court since she arrived.""Audrey, stop this madness!" Kori shouted across the clearing. Her voice cracked, desperate and thin. "Just walk across the line. Come to me and we can disappear from this place forever."Audrey did not move.

Mitchell POV"Get your hands off her before I snap your wrist in half," I say, my voice dropping to a harsh, lethal register as I step into the kitchen.The guard jerks back, his fingers ripping away from Nina's forearm so fast his boots skid on the linoleum. Nina lets out a ragged whimpering sound, stumbling toward me as she clutches her bruised skin."Prince Mitchell," the guard stammers, his spine locking straight as he forces a clumsy, trembling bow. "I was only asking her a question, sire.""Get behind me," I tell Nina, never taking my eyes off the man.She does not hesitate, her small frame darting past my shoulder to find shelter in the shadow of my back. I step deeper into the room, the heavy thud of my boots echoing against the stainless steel prep tables. The scent of burnt grease and raw fear hangs thick in the air, churning my stomach."You do not touch her," I say, my voice dead and level. "You do not look at her. You know exact

Betty POV"Put the child down."My own voice sounds thin. It rattles against the cold stone of the corridor like a dropped coin.The man freezes. He is standing at the bottom of the grand staircase, his broad shoulders locking tight under a dark jacket. He does not turn around immediately. He just stiffens.I don't know who he is. I don't know who I am.The air in this place is thick, smelling of fresh pine, old wood, and something metallic that makes the back of my throat sting. Blood. It is everywhere on the lower landing, smeared in dark, wet drops across the polished floorboards."I said," I whisper, my fingers tightening on the wooden banister, "put it down."The man turns slowly. He has a bundle wrapped in white wool pressed against his chest. A tiny, wrinkled hand punches out of the fabric, twitching in the cool air.He looks up at me. His eyes are a striking, fierce amber. The moment his gaze hits my fa