All Chapters of The Lycan king’s Purple Flame: Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

“This is an official border-state broadcast from the Oakhaven Department of Civil Safety.”“Due to severe, unpredicted atmospheric drops and localized climate volatility along the eastern frontier, a total dawn-to-dusk curfew is now active for all sectors bordering the sovereign nation of Vrykania. Citizens are strictly advised to remain indoors, secure their properties, and suspend all unauthorized cross-border travel until the advisory is lifted.”The television anchor's monotonous voice droned from the small digital screen, but Rhiannon couldn’t care less about government alerts right now.She lay flat against the oversized velvet bed, fingers curled tightly over her heart as another ache pulsed beneath her ribs.It felt heavy and suffocating. Stealing the breath straight from her lungs, until her vision spotted with black dots.Her breathing turned shallow.‘God. Not tonight.’She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to breathe through the pain.Her terminal diagnosis had becom

Theron’s hot breath still lingered against her pulse point, sending an erratic, terrifying shiver straight down Rhiannon’s spine.She slammed both palms flat against his chest, pushing against his marble-hard frame with every ounce of strength she possessed. "Get out of my space."Theron didn't even budge. He felt like a solid stone wall, completely unbothered by her resistance. But he slowly straightened to his full height, his dark smirk widening into something dangerously amused.Inside his mind, Acheron was practically scratching at his ribs. ‘Touch her again. Claim her. She’s too fragile. Protect her.’Theron forced the beast down, his obsidian eyes smoothing over into a mask of cold formality. "Feisty.""Rhiannon, stop it," Devon cut in, his voice thick with a warning edge that was actually born out of terror for his sister's life. He quickly stepped between them, his large hand gripping the strap of his tactical duffel bag. "Mr. Vance is doing us a massive favor. Treat him