All Chapters of Ruined By The Forbidden Lycan: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ERYNDRA "You've always won when it comes to this," Eryndra said, staring at the large forest before her. "Well, this is different from the Citadel." He leaned toward her ear from behind, warm breath brushing against it. "This is vast, dark, and full of challenges." She loved challenges. Sprinting and hiding from her late sister had been her second favorite thing. Ishara would exhaust every ounce of energy searching for her, and at the end of the night, Eryndra always won. It had been her way of training, in case danger ever found her. Like the night her real parents were killed. "What's the rule?" His lips tugged slightly. "You'll hear a cue when I start hunting. You have until the hour of the owl. If I don't find you, you win. If you reach the other side of the forest without getting caught, you win. And if you win, you get to do what you want. If I win… I get to do what I want." Something primal flashed in his eyes at the last sentence. She rose her head and smirk

Eryndra dropped to her knees in the pouring rain, the mud cold against her skin. For one fleeting second, it felt right. The hunger in Theron’s eyes, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that existed. But the moment her knees hit the ground, the memory slammed into her. Da’Gaint. His rough hands forcing her to kneel. Kallias’s mocking laugh as he watched her get violated, stripped and broken. Her stomach twisted violently. She hesitated for half a breath, air catching in her throat. “Tarianne,” Theron's voice was low, hunger bleeding through, but there was a hint of worry. Eryndra forced herself back to the present. This was Theron. Not Da’Gaint. Not Kallias staring at her like she was nothing but a tool. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth, the salty taste hitting her tongue as she swirled it around the head. But the memories lingered like a phantom tolling a midnight bell. Each bob of her head brought the flashes. She wanted them to go away. The

"The Prince is cruel, wicked, and possessive. Honestly, I don't understand why he has to be Grand King." "Those words are treason. You need to be careful. The walls have ears," Eryndra warned. "Oh, do they?" Harlette pouted. "I wonder if they could share a few secrets with me. Especially the kind that would make me powerful." Eryndra swallowed as Harlette took a step closer. There was something in the mistress's eyes that unsettled her. "The thing is… I don't mind being ruined by the Prince. Because I would do anything to be Queen of this realm. That is why I should have been chosen instead of you." "This again?" Eryndra hissed. "If I could give you my title, I'd do it in a heartbeat." "So you wouldn't care if I did whatever it takes to get it, would you?" Eryndra bit her tongue. She needed to be careful with her words. Harlette tilted her head with a small smile. "I also wish I could take the Prince's mind off the woman he's in love with. The Grand Marshal's feral sist

Master?These people were definitely assassins sent by one of Theron's enemies.It launched at her, fangs and claws rising to strike. Eryndra put her training to use, dodging and defending. She was quick on her paws, the sound of Theron's beast fighting echoing in the distance.Just how many had been sent to hunt them down?No doubt, most of those attacking Theron were Lycan assassins.When she found an opening, she took it immediately, sinking her fangs into his neck from below and throwing him into the nearest tree.The wolf shook its fur, red eyes darkening."I underestimated you for being a Beta and a female. Fine, I'll go all out."The assassin attacked again, faster, crueler, and more calculated. His attacks became hard to miss.He tore her side and nearly bit down on her neck. Eryndra barely escaped.Fuck, it had been a while since she'd trained. Was her body getting used to being the pathetic Eryndra trapped in the Citadel as the prince's toy?No.She would end this.Eryndra's

Heaven Mountain had been one of the greatest parts of the realm Eryndra had always dreamed to visit.If anyone told her that would be possible, she would have called it an impossible fantasy.And to think this place belonged to the Grand Marshal. This was the home he grew up in. The curiosity of knowing more about him lingered in her chest.His home was nothing like the home she expected from a male called the Godslayer.It was calm and beautiful in a quiet, almost gentle way. Large and vast, stretching like a fortress, formidable and beautiful, surrounded by the forest. The midday sun cast its warm hue over the beautiful flowers.Inside was no less beautiful—landscape paintings hung on the walls, floors polished and covered with thick rugs, a grand staircase leading upstairs.She turned to Theron, who watched her in silence."This... is your home?" Her voice was tinged with disbelief."It was my mother's taste. I never had the heart to change it," he said simply.A sound came from a