All Chapters of Ruined By The Forbidden Lycan: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

"Then why the doubt?" The Prince raised a brow. "I witnessed it myself. There were none left. I'm certain the Sovereign is a bluff. The rogues are desperate because they are on the verge of extinction, and this is their last attempt to survive. They attack with everything they have, which gives us the upper hand. We'll prepare and finish them all once and for all."Theron's brow creased. What if the Prince was right? What if he had seen wrong?He had spotted the scene from a distance while trying to defend the North. He couldn't be entirely certain what he witnessed was real.But then... what about Brielle's murderer, who had controlled those Nightlings right before him? He and Kallias had dismissed it as some form of dark magic, but still…It unsettled him.Something about it didn't feel right."Congratulations on your betrothal. Never thought it would take a century to finally see it happen.""Hm. It came at the right time."Kallias sighed like a wounded pup. "Can't believe you'll b

Kallias could hear it.The wild thumping of the heart of the mysterious figure in disguise before him. He was glad he was invoking fear, but unsettled by the thought that he had been right this whole time.Eryndra was hiding something, and this figure was helping her."You're scared," Kallias said, pausing before Da'Gaint, who awaited his command. "I will go easy on you if you tear off your mask and tell me why you killed the crow."The figure's fists clenched. Then he heard it. A whisper of a chant under his breath.Kallias immediately ordered."Do it now, Da'Gaint."The male wolf launched immediately. But the air burst with force. Da'Gaint's claws met nothing.He landed onto emptiness.Kallias stared calmly at the spot where the mysterious figure had vanished."A sorcerer," he muttered, approaching unhurriedly to the spot.He crouched and sniffed. Once. Twice. Then caught it. A drop of blood. His finger touched it, and he brought it to his nose."A sorcerer under my territory. Ins

It enraged Zarin to watch Jerik break. He left the chamber and released a long, heavy breath. Forgive me, Jerik. Afterward, he stood before Cassiel, who paced the room with his lower lip tucked between his teeth. “You must make him stay,” he hissed at Zarin, whose fists were clenched against his thighs. “What if I can’t stop him—” “Do whatever it takes. He must remain here in the Citadel. This is the only place I have a chance of having him mark me. And you are going to help, as promised.” Zarin’s shoulders stiffened. His throat bobbed at the thought of Jerik sinking his fangs into Cassiel and claiming him. It was deeply unsettling. “If he returns home, my parents will have eyes on him at every turn. If I follow him there, they’ll find out quickly. And that will mean the complete loss of my birthright.” Air hissed sharply through Zarin’s teeth. “I’m not entirely certain Jerik would want to mark you.” “And I’m not entirely certain the prince would like to know you are the sor

Eryndra grabbed Theron’s sleeve.“Run.”Theron looked at her like she’d lost her mind.“I am the Grand Marshal.”“And you’re about to get beaten by angry old women and locked up until you provide the money.”The broom came swinging.“I’ll come pay you triple. It’s a promise!” Theron yelled at them as he dodged one of them.Eryndra bolted first, laughter bursting from her throat as Theron followed seconds after.The Grand Marshal, Commander of all the army, running from angry old women.Funny how he seemed to enjoy it.He took her hand and together they glanced back and chuckled.“Stop right there!” one of the women yelled.The women were slower, already growing tired from weaving through the crowd.But they didn’t stop.Theron and Eryndra rushed to a dark corner, both breathing heavily. They quietly watched the angry women give up and turn back.They looked at each other at the same moment. Laughter burst from Eryndra’s throat, but Theron was quick to cover her lips.“They might hear

Kallias ruined her whole day.It was a day she was supposed to spend anticipating tonight's talent show. Instead, she found herself reminiscing about different ways to kill him.She knew it was impossible. But she liked to imagine his death.First it was Theron.Then him.And now both of them.The only difference was that one had claimed her by right, and the other had claimed her body.The new commoner clothing was delivered in secrecy.Eryndra expected Zarin, but he didn't show up. Even when she went to the stable, he wasn't there, just like yesterday."You're quite late for someone looking forward to tonight's Talent Festival," Theron muttered as she approached the stable.The silver hue of the moonlight cast shadows across his grey tunic and his slightly exposed chest.She didn't reply.Theron's movements slowed. "You okay, Tarianne?"Eryndra forced a smile."Yes… uhm, just tired." She glanced around. "Where is Zarin?""He's busy. Had some things to do.""Is he… alright?" The ques