บททั้งหมดของ Ruined By The Forbidden Lycan: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

“He refused to say where she is?” Zarin panicked. “This is all my fault.” Jerik swept his hair back in frustration. “I should have known Kallias wouldn’t take it well.” “I should send a letter beyond the borders,” Zarin said. “Theron won’t make it here fast enough. He is already at war. I’ve already sent my trusted soldiers to search for Eryndra. Whatever Kallias is doing to her, we’ll put a stop to it. I don’t care if it costs me my life.” Zarin nodded. “I should get going. I should be able to find her with my magic.” Once the door shut, Jerik gripped his hair tighter. This was messed up. If only Theron were here to stop the prince. He took another bottle of suppressant. Unlike werewolves, who needed only one bottle to calm their beasts, Lycans required at least three. Once he took it, he changed into darker clothing. Feeling an itch in his throat, he took some water and continued strapping on his armor. He coughed when the itch returned. “Urgh,” he groaned and drank more w

{DREAD SECTOR}The wail had stopped again.For a little while now, the female had stopped screaming.Two soldiers stood outside the solid door, restless since the beginning of the night.“Is she dead?” one of them whispered.“Again. No one cares,” the one with the helmet harshly whispered.Silence settled between them briefly.“I’m just wondering…”“Shut up, Olive,” the third one snapped, his voice trembling at the surface.“It’s affecting you too,” Olive shifted his gaze to him. “Her heat… it’s getting too thick for me to bear.”“What would you have us do? Go in there and fuck her?”Olive shrugged. “That bitch is the reason we’re stuck here all night. I was supposed to be with a whore I spent a lot on, and she ruined everything by challenging the prince. What sane wolf would challenge the fucking prince, Pete?”“You need to watch that mouth of yours,” Pete warned.Olive scoffed and looked forward again.“You know I’m damn right,” he mumbled.“If the Prince catches us, we could get ki

Kallias paced his chamber restlessly, fists curled tightly at his sides. “How could Theron defend her?” he muttered, struggling to keep the storm inside him contained. “He agreed I should hone her like my mother. Yet he looked at me like I had lost my mind.” “His Lordship seems stressed from the war, Your Highness,” Raith, his newly appointed counselor, offered carefully. “It still doesn’t make sense.” Kallias stopped pacing, eyes burning. “Theron hated her guts. Like I do. This sudden defending act… it’s questioning. Could she have gotten into his head the same way she almost did to mine?” He scoffed bitterly. “Every inch of her smells of deceit, yet he murdered three of my soldiers and the Nightling we were supposed to keep alive… all because of her.” He snatched the wine jug and poured it straight into his mouth, letting the strong liquid burn down his throat in hopes it would ease the rage clawing at his chest. But it didn’t. The image of Theron walking past him with Eryndra

Theron should have been heading to his chamber.The stack of work piled on his desk needed his attention or there would be chaos in court.Instead, his feet carried him to her chamber.The realization only hit him the moment he reached the familiar hallway guarded by sentries.The guards greeted him, but he barely registered it. His eyes remained fixed on the chamber door.It had been a week and two days since he last saw the terror in her eyes, her body trembling against his arms. Since he saw those males hovering over her.The image never stopped flashing, and somewhere deep in his gut, it still unsettled him.Odd. But true.Before he left, she had almost killed herself. And then on his return, she was violated.Of course it disturbed him.Except… wasn’t it the same female he loathed?Why was this guilt settling in his chest?Kallias was right. He *had* agreed to this “honing,” and now it made him feel like a coward of his own words.“Shall I announce your presence, Milord?” one of

“You… you are… the Grand Marshal. From the Citadel.” “Yes, I am. And I am in need of a squire. A sorcerer is my top preference.” If only he knew what the full white-haired bloodline truly meant. Zarin swallowed in fear. He was staring at one of the most powerful Lycans in the realm, known for his beastly skills. But then… it felt like a chance. Becoming Theron’s squire and helping him with missions wasn’t terrible. Though Zarin wished he had never learned what he truly was, he hoped he could at least do something great. That way, when his secret eventually came out, he wouldn’t simply be branded a rogue. Afraid he might lose control and kill someone again, Zarin locked most of his magic away with a sacred spell, swearing never to release it. Or it would lead to his exposure. Until recently. He broke that sacred promise to himself—all because of one male. And not only that… He discovered there was another rogue in the Citadel. That was the only explanation for why Lord Thero