Lancelot And Odette 소설 & 이야기

Or maybe she is trying to make Lancelot like me so I won't have to pretend to be his dead lover anymore? Lancelot chuckled. "Ophelia is very beautiful and kind, but I only like her as a friend. My bride is waiting for me outside this place. As soon as I'm out of here, I will go find her wherever she is and I will marry her like I promised. I don't care if she had aged, or if her physical traits are not the same as before. I will love her the same way."

"But because I want you to attend the wedding tomorrow. I want you to watch as I make Elodie my Luna in front of the whole Kingdom. And I want you to live the rest of your life remembering this..." "Never you under any circumstances touch my wife. If I see you as little as breathing where she is..." A devilish grin drew up his lips, and his eyes darkened, sending horror through my spine. "I won't spare you the second time. Do you understand?" This man... This man is fucking lunatic! He's an animal! A monster, a devil! Elodie does not know what she is getting herself into. She doesn't know the devil she is tying her life with!

LUCIUS I sat on the throne, tapping my fingers on the armrest as I waited for Lydia's appearance. After the old men broke the news of Odette being a Lycan and mated to the Alpha twins, Lydia proposed to perform a process on Odette. According to her, she had planned to make this a last resort after making her research, but the news of my supposed soulmate being mated to another was enough to push her into doing the needful.

Losa laughed again and continued to laugh while watching the potion work. Gradually, Odette’s face began to grow longer, and her brown hair turned maroon. Odette panicked and was very scared right now. She kept thinking of Rion, and her heart was very hurt when she remembered Aerith who had stolen her place. She could give up anything in her life except Rion. Odette cried in pain for about two minutes. Then, she stopped screaming when the pain had stopped. Losa smiled with satisfaction because she thought that she had made the girl pay for the pain in her finger.

She looked down at me from the bridge, her eyes filled with a strange mix of emotions. “Is it true, Miss Odette?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Are you really carrying my son’s child?” I laughed, a bitter sound that echoed in the silent night. “What does it matter? How do you even know my name?” I retorted. “I won’t live long enough to give birth to the child anyway, and your son has already rejected it. I have lung cancer. It’s killing me. Instead of suffering some more, I would rather take the easy way out.”

This was the life they had fought for. And for the first time in forever— Odette wasn’t afraid of what came next. Because this time, love had won. And it always would. THE END.

He looked away toward the dais where the High Oracle, an ancient woman with cataract-clouded eyes, stood beside Bianca, who knelt before the slumped, dying queen on her throne. “Brothers and sisters of Camelot,” Kael’s voice carried across the hall. “We stand at the edge of a cliff. To the west, the Lycan King Darius gathers his forces. His shadow already touches our borders, and war is no longer a rumor.” A ripple of fear went through the crowd. "To protect this pack," Kael continued, "I need to be strong. And my pack needs a strong queen. Tonight, I choose my Luna.” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. Choose us. We can be strong together.

Or maybe she is trying to make Lancelot like me so I won't have to pretend to be his dead lover anymore? Lancelot chuckled. "Ophelia is very beautiful and kind, but I only like her as a friend. My bride is waiting for me outside this place. As soon as I'm out of here, I will go find her wherever she is and I will marry her like I promised. I don't care if she had aged, or if her physical traits are not the same as before. I will love her the same way."

“Lillian has only ever been a placeholder for Odette. Maybe the prince feels guilty, being mated to her while he’s in love with another. I’m sure he wants to make their split as amicable as possible. He’s a good man.” “Good man or no, he’s going to let Odette get away if he doesn’t start acting quicker. Lillian needs to go, the sooner the better. So that everything can get back to the way it was before all this.” “I’m eager to forget the attacks too. Who know the rogues could be so bold?” Their conversation detoured into speaking of the rogues, but I found my feet still wouldn’t move. Odette and Grayson had been betrothed?

She was more affected by Olivie’s actions than Adalene herself. “Admit it.” she sighed, wistfulness in her very being. “I... even I couldn’t believe it. Him. This. How could any woman not be jealous?” “I admit, my Lady, I am jealous, too,” Odette confessed in a soft voice as she cut the strips of gauze she was going to cover her cut with. “I would love to dream of a knight or a baron falling in love with me and show that love with every part of their being just like the Baron does with you. I have seen the same with my brother and his wife. He loves her very much. I dream of something like it.”