All Chapters of Ruined By The Forbidden Lycan: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Theron’s expression darkened the moment the words slipped from her lips. His aura shifted as he took a step closer, eyes a storm of fire and something she could not quite read. “You will do no such thing.” She stared right back at him without flinching, then took a step closer. “You and I both know he is not fit to be king. I'm also doing the realm a big favour,” she said. A warning growl rumbled in his chest. “Tarianne.” “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen it yourself, Theron,” she cut him off. “The sickening obsession he has with the throne. Your friend is becoming a monster, and you know it deep down. Whether he was brought up with an iron fist and cruelty or not, that doesn’t mean he is sane enough for the throne.” Her voice dropped lower. “He is just a broken son, punishing others for a wound he will never get to heal.” His hand went for her throat. Now that's the beast she wanted to see. The one sworn to kill her. “Stop talking.” His growl was lethal. “You know noth

Several lords nodded immediately. Of course they would. Aeris had allies. Powerful ones. Kayara slowly rose to her feet. “And I formally oppose it.” Aeris sighed. “Kayara—” “You lost the right to speak my name years ago.” “It’s pointless doing this when you already know this matter won’t go your way. I am the rightful successor. Let bygones be bygones. The North needs power to keep standing, not emotional females clinging to old hatred. The North needs strength, not sentiments.” Silence settled first, then the nobles whispered. They looked at her with pure hidden contempt. The murmur grew wild. *That bastard,* Eryndra inwardly cursed. “Silence,” the elder called out at the rise of the prince’s finger. Now that Eryndra thought about it… why was Kallias so calm with what was happening? One thing she knew was, he won’t let Aeris take the North. Even Aeris noticed and was visibly quite unsettled. Kayara rose slowly, her voice cutting through the murmurs like a blade. “Stre

“How are you feeling now, Milady?” Jasmira asked as she combed through her hair, preparing her for the night’s sleep.“I’m fine,” Eryndra muttered. “Did the prince ask too much?”“No. He was quiet, barely cared.”As expected. But then, walking out from the court that way could have risked something. She needed to be careful.Once Jasmira was done, she handed another book she stole from the library.“You need not do this anymore. I do not wish for you to get caught.”“No, Milady, I can—”“Mira,” Eryndra cut in. “It is enough. Thank you so much for everything.”After all, she can get all the answers she wants after she escape.After Jasmira left, Eryndra applied ointment to her skin.Her mind unbiddenly went towards what happened this evening.To the sight of their arms locked together. To the way they defended each other in court.Perhaps they suited each other.Theron was the Grand Marshal, commander of all armies. Of course a female bold like Kayara was meant to be by his side.Elega

Harlette’s scream tore through the walls of her chambers as the healers stitched her torn opening.“Why must this be done?!” she screamed at the female healer in frustration.“The wound won’t heal properly on its own. We have to stitch it right, or there will be complications, my Lady.”Harlette cried out, veins threatening to break from her skin. The healer had to cut some parts of her opening in order to stitch it well.Blood soaked the sheet.Raith watched from the corner, expression blank.“I cannot do this any longer, uncle,” she said to him. “Let Eryndra have him. I am done fucking that—ahhhh!!!”“Almost done, my lady,” the healer assured in a shaky voice and dug the next stitch into her flesh.“Fuck!!!”Harlette thrashed against the hands that held her down. The wall shook with her screaming and finally, it was done.The healer kept her legs wide open as her wolf began to heal the wound.Her chest heaved, body drenched with sweat.“Tell father…” she whispered. “I want to leave

Zarin's expression contorted into shock and disbelief. His heart hammered, eyes wide as Jerik's words repeated in his head."You can't be fucking serious." He pushed him off. "Are you suspecting me of her death right now?""Do not twist my words. I know you know the truth, so spit it out.""I'm sorry you lost your wife and mother-in-law within months of each other, but you can't seriously be cruel enough to think that I would…""I never said you killed Brielle!" Jerik snapped. "I simply want to know where you got the antidote that cured me." His eyes softened barely, but there was still a hint of wildness in them. "It will save lives, Zarin."Zarin's throat bobbed. It was a tricky question. The kind that could lead to a lot of complications. If he told him the truth, Jerik would begin to suspect Eryndra. But if he offered an obvious lie, knowing Jerik, he would dig out the truth himself, one way or another."You won't tell?"Zarin avoided his gaze, settling it somewhere on the floor.