All Chapters of Ruined By The Forbidden Lycan: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

He met her gaze but didn't give her a reply.Eryndra shrugged it off, then suddenly paused at a painting in the hall."Isn't that your signature?""What?"She pointed at the lower right corner. "This is your signature, Grand Marshal."He squinted. "How did you know that?""I may have stalked you once or twice, after you promised to take my head," she replied. "Well, mostly because I wanted to see how the realm's main trade goes, but unfortunately your friend is a misogynist.""Females are rare to see in the trading business," he said."Kayara is rare," she said. "Wish I could be like her. Free. Brilliant. You'll have a great woman as a wife."She turned back to the painting, afraid to see his reaction. "Did you do all the paintings in this place, including the one in the prince's chamber? They all have this signature.""I don't paint anymore.""Why?""I do not want to talk about it," was his reply, and suddenly the air changed.Before she could respond, old Calop interrupted, calling

"Tonight," Zarin's voice trembled as he stared at the vial in his hand. His eyes shone with unshed tears as he watched Jerik drinking like he'd been doing since that fateful day.Cassiel's words rang in his ear.'Jerik was never going to become the Lord of Telmara anyway; he has no claim. My parents only gave him the title because of the prince. Jerik is still miserable, but I can make his life better. Give him three drops and leave the rest to me.'Zarin tried to convince himself this was for Jerik's sake.If Cassiel truly meant his words, then Jerik would be fine. He'd become a noble again and hold his head high.The temporary title the prince gave him wouldn't last long, and he had less than three days to feed Jerik this vial.Besides, he had no choice.He couldn't be the reason his escape plan would be ruined."Tell me, Seth, who is the most foolish lord in the realm?" Jerik drunkenly asked, and Seth shook his head pitifully."You are a little tipsy, Lord Telmara. I suggest you he

ERYNDRA The silver necklace wasn't the only beautiful thing she stared at in the mirror, but the male holding her from behind, trailing kisses on her neck. Eryndra's cheeks turned crimson red staring at Theron. His skin glittered with water from the bath they'd just had, long hair dripping wet and cascading down his shoulder. "How does it look?" She tilted her head for more access to his mouth. Theron breathed in her scent like he'd been doing since they woke. "Beautiful. You're always beautiful." "You didn't even look." "I don't need to," he whispered, rubbing his nose on her shoulder. "Everything looks so good on you." A wide smile spread on her lips. "You flatter me, My Lord. However, you've exhausted every ounce of my energy last night. I'm famished." "Yeah, me too." "Theron, don't..." He lifted her before she could protest, a giggle bursting from her lips as he dropped her to bed. "I'm so sore." "I'll be careful," he winked, and disappeared under the sheet, thick

Aeris cleared his throat, rose, and stepped to the middle of the room. Head held high, a subtle smirk danced at the tip of his lips. His gaze met Eryndra briefly, as if he had something under his sleeve. Eryndra tried to keep herself from trembling, hoping her breath wasn't already making a sound. By the gods, if Kallias had already found out about her and Theron, then she should prepare for the worst. He would make her wish she were dead. Don't panic, Eryn… Not yet. Stay calm. “Yes, Your Highness.” Aeris's voice was tinged with pride. “Tell me…” A long pause followed. Long enough to make Eryndra almost faint from anxiety. “Why you dared drug my betrothed… so that you could force her into your bed?” Gasps erupted across the court. Eryndra froze. Aeris's smirk immediately vanished. “W-what? What are you talking about?” “You thought you could threaten, poison, and drag my betrothed into the middle of the night, nearly violate her, and then blame it on someone else?” “I don

Theron rolled his tongue at the memories, now snapping back to the Grand Court reality. His smirk widened as Aeris raged. Ever since Aeris made the huge mistake of stepping back into the Citadel, daring to become the Warden, Theron had already begun to set the trap. Using Harllete to feed him information, including the one Aeris thought could destroy him. But... For some reason, his chest tightened hard. He slowly looked up at Eryndra, her eyes blurred with tears. There was disappointment, shock, and anger swirling in her eyes. He felt a pang of guilt, but he had to. It was also for their sake. “This is absurd!” Aeris whipped around to Eryndra. “And how did I drag her off the Citadel, drugged, and try to violate her?” “You held her mother hostage.” Theron snapped his fingers, and a guard appeared, holding the same letter Eryndra had almost tossed into the fire earlier. The guard read it out loud. It was from her mother, Luna Maren, asking for her because her son had been abdu