Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruined By The Forbidden Lycan: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Meanwhile, Eryndra’s hand was firm around Jasmira’s. She couldn’t count the number of dead bodies she ran over. Most of them were servants.The gruesome sight of bodies and blood forced Jasmira to finally stop in her tracks and vomit around the corner. Her shoulders shook violently as sweat trailed down the curve of her cheeks.“Mira…” She reached to hold her, but Jasmira surprisingly yanked her arm away.“What…” Jasmira’s chest heaved. “What in the world am I doing following you?” Her eyes went past Eryndra, landing on the Nightling. “That monster killed a lot. I’ve seen several of my friends… mauled. Devoured. And killed by that monster. So it doesn’t make sense why I am still following it.”“Mira,” Eryndra called softly. “I understand this is insane and cruel, but… I cannot leave you here. Let’s get to safety first.”Jasmira stared long at her and finally opened her mouth to speak, but what came out was a gasp right after a sickening, wrenching sound pierced the air.Eryndra felt s

Theron watched as blood sprayed across Eryndra’s face, trickling down and mixing with her tears. Her eyes remained tightly shut, lips quivering as she clutched his war shirt tightly, expecting pain. Then slowly, her eyes cracked open when she felt nothing. She met his, confusion flashing in her eyes before they flicked to her chest and saw no dagger. Instead, the blade had caused harm to his palm. She looked back at him with shock, a short gasp leaving her lips. “Why?” she whispered. Theron bit his tongue hard, hand trembling around the hilt of the dagger dug into his own palm. He’d asked himself over and over. Why? Why was he going to such lengths for this female in his arms? Why did she consume his mind constantly? Why did it hurt to see her with another male? Why had he smiled and barely had nightmares? Why did he so badly want her by his side? And most of all—despite her carrying the most dangerous rogue blood—why had he stabbed himself instead of her heart? Why did he wan

“My Lady. This dress will look exquisite on you for the banquet,” Helena said with excitement.Kayara reached for the white ethereal gown, shimmering like glowing scales.“Remember when you wore it at Nashira’s ball? Males wouldn’t stop staring at you.”“I’m not here for attention,” Kayara said calmly. “In fact, I want to be as invisible as possible tonight.”“But as the only female high Lord, you should—”“Pick something simpler,” Kayara’s voice cut in, leaving no room for argument.Helena bowed and brought in a softer dress, still regal enough to show her high status.As her maid helped her dress, a paper slipped out from beneath the clothing.Helena helped her pick it up and gave it to her.Kayara sighed heavily as she read. She wrapped the letter quickly and gave it back to her maid.“What is that, my lady?”“It’s just a reminder from grandmama.”Her maid’s head cast down. “Would you really find your betrothed? She asked you not to come back without news of him.”“I will find Ash.

LORD JERIKJerik's footsteps was light and heavy through the hall that led to his chamber.It's been three years playing Warden of the North ever since the death of his father.He'd been surprised when Kallias chose him to take that position, but recently, he knew the reason.He was incapable.As Warden he should know everything about the inner court affair, including the secrets and most especially,Theron's whereabouts.Three years and yet he couldn't find any traces. The Grand king had buried the truth too well, it made him look stupid. But he was careful. Too much move on his side could put him into danger. But Theron was not the only one he had been searching for.There was someone else.A male he had marked three years ago on a night he could barely remember. A night where heavy with ale, and something stronger that slipped into his cup. He had woken up with the faint ache of a bond and no face matched it.Not even in the brothel he'd spent the night in.Only a mysterious sce

The head healer just drew a cover over the Queen’s body.She took a step and faced the servants.“Drop whatever you came with and leave. The Queen will now have her rest,” the head healer said and left.The other servants obeyed, but Kayara slowed down on purpose. She dropped one of the apples on purpose and pretended to set it aside to wash it, allowing the other servants to leave before her.Kayara quickly went to the door and clicked it shut quietly.Then she turned to the woman lying on the bed.She approached her slowly, heart pounding in her chest.The Queen stirred, peeking weakly from the sheet.“Who is that?” came a hoarse whisper.“It’s me.” Kayara rushed to her side, hand reaching out.The Queen shot up to sit, dodging before Kayara could touch her.“What in the world are you doing here?”“Eryn.” Tears stung Kayara’s eyes. The metal on her friend’s face glittered under the warm glow of the night candles. There was a new whip mark on her skin, one the head healers must have