All Chapters of Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Adriel POV"Get out of my way," I growled, my shoulder slamming hard into the massive oak door of my quarters.The wood rattled against the stone frame, but the heavy iron latch stayed down. I did not turn the handle. I just pressed my forehead against the cold, polished surface and let my breath fog the dark stain. Three days. It had been exactly three days since Betty opened her eyes in the infirmary, and I had spent every single second running like a beaten pup.My chest burned. The hollow ache right behind my ribs was a physical weight, pulling me down toward the stone floor. I could tell myself a hundred different lies to make the cowardice taste better. I could tell the pack that she needed space to heal. I could tell my father that the shock of seeing my face would shatter her fragile mind. I could even pretend I was protecting her from the raw, jagged edges of my own desperation.But the truth was a foul thing rotting in my throat.I was as

Adriel POV“Either?” I ask, keeping my voice dead level.I don’t move from the edge of the bed. My eyes lock onto hers, watching the tiny flicker of panic in her pupils.“I don’t know why I said that.” Betty shifts back an inch. Her knuckles whiten against the sheets.“That is okay.” I force a smooth, slow smile.I lean forward, closing the distance between us before she can pull away. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her chest against mine in a tight grip. My heart thumps hard against her ribs. I need her to feel the weight of my body. I need her to stay still.“I know it’s your fault that I don’t have any memories.”The whisper hits my ear like cold water.I snap my spine straight and push her backward. Her shoulders hit the headboard with a dull thud.“How?” The word cuts through my teeth.“Elia.” Betty does not blink. She stares right through me. “I met her yesterday. It was like looki

Betty POV“April?”I do not speak the name aloud. The word stays locked inside my skull, bouncing against the walls of my mind.Yes, Betty. I am your wolf, and my name is April.The voice is smooth, echoing in the quiet spaces of my brain. My fingers twitch against my thighs. My skin feels too tight, like it belongs to someone else.“How long have you been in there?” I think the words this time, forcing the thought hard against the back of my eyes.Since you woke up. I am Tola’ daughter. Tola was your lycan, but when she died, I took over instead.A cold shudder ripples down my spine. A lycan first. Then death. Now a wolf. The information hits like a physical blow, making my knees wobble.“Can we shift?” I think back, my mental voice rising with a sudden, sharp spike of excitement. “Can we actually do it?”A soft laugh echoes in my head, followed by

Mitchell POVThe burning in my throat was mutual.I sat on the balcony edge, the stone cold against my thighs, staring at the empty glass in my hand. The devil's poison tasted exactly like battery acid. It slid down my gullet, turning my stomach into a knot of black fire, forcing my Lycan's fangs back into my gums with a vicious, unnatural ache.Adriel sat opposite me, his glass already empty on the iron table. His jaw was locked so tight a vein pulsed violently near his ear."I can still smell her," I growled, tossing the glass onto the outdoor table."The poison only stops the teeth, Mitchell," Adriel barked, his voice tight. "It does not stop the hunger."Then, the wind shifted.The scent of roses and honey hit the balcony like a physical blow. My Lycan let out a deafening roar inside my skull, pacing behind my ribs, scratching to get out. From inside the room, a soft, breathless whimper cut through

Betty POV"Get up."The command cuts through the heavy haze in my brain. My skin is burning, a strange, blistering heat radiating from my core. I kick the heavy duvet off my feet, staring at the ceiling."It is freezing, Betty," Mitchell whines.I ignore him. His spine is pressed hard against mine. I lean back, seeking comfort, but his skin feels wrong. He is cold. Lycans are never cold. Both Mitchell and Adriel usually burn like furnaces, but right now, touching Mitchell is like pressing against ice.Mitchell groans, a low, gravelly sound. He plants a hand against my shoulder and shoves me away. I stumble sideways, my hip colliding with Adriel.Adriel flinches. He is icy too. I wrap my arms around his waist, rubbing my warm face against his chest to catch his heat.Adriel gasps. His entire chest expands, and then a brutal, territorial growl rips from his throat. He sits up fast, the mattress bouncing under his weight