All Chapters of The Lycan King's Redemption : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Maybe it’s dark and wet today. Maybe it’s snowing, maybe it’s raining, maybe it’s freezing, it’s hailing, or it’s a hurricane slipping into a tornado and the earth is quaking apart. But Viola wouldn’t have any idea. She didn’t have a window anymore. She didn't have a view. It was a million degrees below zero in her blood, and she was trapped in this dungeon that had become her second home lately, without knowing how long it had been. Every day she would stare at these four walls and remind herself she would be out soon. Today. They will bring her food today; water will be spared for her today. But sometimes the old fears streaked across her skin. She thrashed against the restraints, her skin turning raw from the friction. Her mind was a horrible cacophony—images, screams, and growls filled it to the brim. It was tearing her apart from the inside out. She'd never been locked in this long, and it felt like she was losing her mind, especially with the fact that Rosie and Rhysand were

With bated breath, Viola pulled out the cloak she had nicked and slid her feet into her sandals. She slipped out onto the balcony. The air was chilling, and the pack house was quiet. She paused there for a moment, certain the dragon would come bustling out after her. When nothing happened, she coaxed herself into action and extracted the braided cord out of her bag, tying it tight around the bottom of the rail and the other end around her waist. She crossed her tiny bag of food over her chest before she carefully maneuvered to the other side of the rail. "I'm not going to look down. I can do this! It's better out there than here." Nothing to worry about. She had already disguised herself enough so even the enemies her father had allegedly sent wouldn't be a threat to her. She inched down the cord and, with a quick breath, propelled herself over the edge of the balcony. When the cord didn’t immediately snap with her weight, she shut her eyes and blew out a breath. The distance

The isolated part of the rogue pack was eerily silent as she crept in. There was no humming of insects, no chirping of birds, only deafening silence. She cast a finger into her bag.Digging the knife from the bottom of her bag, she grasped it tightly in her hand. Most of the trees were a ghostly, ridged white, a stark contrast to the near black of the others. Disguised under the scattered leaves, the ground turned out to be a maze of gnarled roots. She was forced to take each step cautiously, and her pace slowed to a crawl.Valka lit a flame with her finger and snuffed it out, something she had been doing every so often that was starting to stretch on her already overextended nerves.“You've grown so much, Viola. I remember when I was telling your mom to let you out even if it was secretly. I'm glad,” she whispered excitedly.“I have?” Viola wondered, but then, this decision she made to escape was something she'd feared all along.A few hours in, the worst happened. She grew careless,

The creature growled and squeezed Viola tighter in annoyance. Her cries dwindled into a whimper, her body growing limp. It was futile. There was nothing she could do. No one was going to come for her, and she was no match for it physically. But then the air around her seemed to expand, and she was distantly aware of an enclosing swooshing sound. In a flash of movement, something crashed into the side of the creature, and she was suddenly flung from its grasp. She hit the ground, smashing face-first into one of the large tree roots, and rolled. Sharp, lancing pain shot up her injured arm as she attempted to lift herself back on her elbows, dazed. Lifting herself on her good arm, she maneuvered into a sitting position with a wince. The movements before her were so quick it took her a long moment to process what it was she was looking at: a flash of black, leathery wings, and prominent, sharp fangs snapping out to nip at the skull-headed creature. She scooted herself back across the g

Sporting a pair of black trousers, his chest was bare, and blood stained his chin as if he’d taken a bite straight out of a bloody piece of meat. He panted, nostrils flaring, his brow a hard line over his eyes as he stared down at her like she was the bane of his existence. He had come for her, and he was so fucking pissed. “Of all places, Princess, you had to come to the fucking Core? We need to get out of here.” He reached down and hauled her over his shoulder. Her limbs unlocked for a split second as he adjusted her. Viola leaned forward in an attempt to bite his back, and he cursed before his magic clamped her mouth shut, too. She let out a muffled whimper, sucking in sharp breaths through her teeth. There was no escaping. This was her only shot, and she blew it. Her chest cracked, her throat tightening, and she let out another muffled wail. Her pulse hammered as her breaths grew strained. Lucian halted, swearing under his breath before he settled her back on the ground. “C