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Ninety-Seven
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Fated To The Lycan Beast   Ninety-Eight
Axel My long journey was full of trials and haunting stillness, felt like a pointless march into madness. I stopped at the place where all vehicles were forbidden. From there, I began to walk. Each step dragged on, slow and heavy. Shifting into my wolf was not allowedâthough not like I could even do that anymore. I carried my luggage by hand, water sloshing inside the pouch, and a few folded bills. My tunicâs hood shielded my face as I pressed forward, alone. The guards had been forbidden to accompany me. This pilgrimage demanded isolation.The first village I reached resembled a painting from a childâs sketchbookâmud huts with intact thatched roofs, placed too neatly, too still. Strangely, every window had black cloth nailed across it. The smell of rot and stagnant water rolled through the air like a fog. A woman pounded millet beside a well, and I called to her. She didnât turn. A man leaning against a goat pen chewed without blinking. No one spoke. My voice echoed back like it ha
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-28Fated To The Lycan Beast   Ninety-Nine
EveThe lack of light made it impossible to tell day from night. The shackles that bound my wrists bit into my skin, and I trembled as the door creaked open for another round of weeping. They struck me with leather-strapped clubs, and my screams were muffled by the cloth gag jammed between my teeth.Traitor.Dirty little werewolf.Slut.They flogged me while demeaning me with every word. Each blow left bruises shaped like knuckles across my back and arms. My gown hung in tatters as the whip cracked through the air and kissed my skin, searing ribbons of flesh.But I was gratefulâbecause I had heard worse. From the neighboring cell came the moans of a man they had mutilated, his tongue cut out.Once finished with me, they walked away, and the clang of the iron door made me scream.The only light came from a porthole high aboveâtoo small to see the sky. My fingers found the stone walls, slick with slime and my own blood.A wooden bowl of unidentifiable gruel was shoved under the door. I
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-03-29Fated To The Lycan Beast   One
I lay across my deathbed in the intensive care unit of the pack hospital, waiting for death to come. My body was a prison of pain, each breath dragging me closer to the end.âFight for us, Eve,â my wolf, Mayaâs panicked voice sliced through my consciousness. âYou can't give up now.âMy cracked lips parted, but no words came out. Maya scratched against me, making me wince. My eyes fluttered closed, and a single tear slid down my temple, disappearing into my matted hair.Beside me was a manila envelope containing all the certificates of my assets: lands, investments, bank details, and everything to be transferred to my husband, Lance, and shared equally with my best friend and doctor, Crystal.Faint voices grew louder outside the door, approaching the room.âLetâs hope sheâs dead,â Lanceâs voice drifted through the door. âOnce this ends, weâll finally have what we deserve.âMy stomach twisted, but I couldnât make out the rest of the conversation. A sharp giggle pierced the air, too chee
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-01-15Fated To The Lycan Beast   Two
The private jet landed in the Lycan pack's territory, revealing a walled city with a castle at its center, surrounded by forests.I lay on a stretcher, struggling to breathe, and Maya whimpered faintly in my mind. Crystal adjusted my oxygen mask and gestured towards the waiting ambulance outside. Crystal was my lifesaver. She had arranged everything with the medics here.âYouâll be fine,â she whispered to me. âWeâre heading to the Metropolitan Healing Center.âI tried to speak, but only a weak wheeze escaped my lips.My mind whispered treacherous thoughts. A king who heals by day and murders by night. What a fucking joke.Would my parents hate me for going to their murderer? The thought suffocated me with guilt. I shut my eyes tightly as if darkness could shield me from the weight of my decisions. The memory of their deaths came rushing back. Six years ago, after returning from warrior training, sweating, and feeling accomplished, I noticed the gloomy energy in the pack house.Someth
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-01-15Fated To The Lycan Beast   Three
Crystalâs mouth gaped as if I'd just spoken a foreign language. She dabbed at my forehead with an almost warm rag, useless against the fever still gripping my body.âTalk to me, Eve,â she paused, leaning closer. âYou just smiled. Whatâs happening?âWhatâs happening? Where could I even start? Could I begin to tell her that the murderer who just walked past was my mateâsomeone who didnât even glance at me?âI... I donât know,â I said weakly, attempting a response. âI still feel sick but a bit... relieved.âShe searched my face, and her worry shifted into confusion. âYouâve been fading for weeks. I donât understand.ââKeep it down,â I muttered, my eyes darting to the nurses nearby. âI donât want anybody knowing.ââIâve seen dying patients who experience a burst of energy as if theyâve been given a new lease on life. But itâs short-lived, and they die. I want to be sureâââItâs nothing like that,â I assured her.She didnât believe me, and while she turned back to the waiting section, look
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-01-15Fated To The Lycan Beast   Four
Axel I could feel the hungry, expectant stares from patients, nurses, and staff alike. They all reeked of greed and desperation. Patients who were genuinely sick were here to be healed, while those desperate to seduce me watched with shameless longing. I was their king, their savior, and their fantasy.Rumors of me searching for a mate had sent the pack's females into a frantic frenzy. Every woman, from maids to nurses, even those who were married, threw themselves at me, with some falsely claiming to feel a bond.I sometimes gave in to their advances, letting the attention from the women distract me, but it never truly filled the emptiness within me. The constant attention disgusted meânot that I didnât enjoy the power it gave me. But it wasnât enough. With a scoff, I gazed at my drink, aware of the cruel ironyâa healer, blessed with the ability to mend broken bodies yet cursed never to heal his own.The Metropolitan Healing Center had become my way of channeling my frustrations.
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-01-15Fated To The Lycan Beast   Five
Eve A bland meal was before me, but my hunger was stronger, making me willing to eat. Picking up the fork, I poked at the potatoes and sliced through their mushy texture. Surprisingly, when I took a bite, it tasted better than it looked.I was alone as Crystal had dashed back to our pack to manage the hospital. I could manage basic tasks, although with some difficulty, but I assured her Iâd be fine, and she promised to return before my next round of medication.My mind wandered back to our last conversation. She had been just as confused and worried as I was about my mate not acknowledging the bond.âAre you going to confront him and demand answers?ââWhat would I even say?â I replied wearily. âHe killed my parents. I vowed on their graves to end his life. Nothing makes sense anymore.âHer eyes softened, and she reached across the table to squeeze my hand. âYou donât have to have all the answers right now. Take it one day at a time.âMy lips twisted into a bitter smile. âSure, letâs
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2025-01-15Fated To The Lycan Beast   Six
Eve My heart pounded in an uncoordinated rhythm that refused to settle, as if it were trying to escape the cage of my ribs. Each thump sent shockwaves through my body, all thanks to this murderer's intoxicating scent that stirred something raw within me.No matter how much I tried to ignore it, his scent curled around my senses. I heard a roaring in my ears and I had to clamp my teeth shut to stop myself from crying out.I couldn't explain how I hated someone, yet my wolf grew restless with need. It was a whirlwind of feelings bubbling inside me, threatening to explode. Feeling a desire for him was dishonorable to my parents, who died unjustly. It was shameful.Across the room, Shahar leaned against the counter, watching me. He was just the opposite of Axel, with a warm smile and confidence that seemed to reach right out to me. It felt real, open, and maybe even a little comforting.I might have felt proud or curious that a good-looking male was paying attention to me in another lif
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Fated To The Lycan Beast   Ninety-Nine
EveThe lack of light made it impossible to tell day from night. The shackles that bound my wrists bit into my skin, and I trembled as the door creaked open for another round of weeping. They struck me with leather-strapped clubs, and my screams were muffled by the cloth gag jammed between my teeth.Traitor.Dirty little werewolf.Slut.They flogged me while demeaning me with every word. Each blow left bruises shaped like knuckles across my back and arms. My gown hung in tatters as the whip cracked through the air and kissed my skin, searing ribbons of flesh.But I was gratefulâbecause I had heard worse. From the neighboring cell came the moans of a man they had mutilated, his tongue cut out.Once finished with me, they walked away, and the clang of the iron door made me scream.The only light came from a porthole high aboveâtoo small to see the sky. My fingers found the stone walls, slick with slime and my own blood.A wooden bowl of unidentifiable gruel was shoved under the door. I
Fated To The Lycan Beast   Ninety-Eight
Axel My long journey was full of trials and haunting stillness, felt like a pointless march into madness. I stopped at the place where all vehicles were forbidden. From there, I began to walk. Each step dragged on, slow and heavy. Shifting into my wolf was not allowedâthough not like I could even do that anymore. I carried my luggage by hand, water sloshing inside the pouch, and a few folded bills. My tunicâs hood shielded my face as I pressed forward, alone. The guards had been forbidden to accompany me. This pilgrimage demanded isolation.The first village I reached resembled a painting from a childâs sketchbookâmud huts with intact thatched roofs, placed too neatly, too still. Strangely, every window had black cloth nailed across it. The smell of rot and stagnant water rolled through the air like a fog. A woman pounded millet beside a well, and I called to her. She didnât turn. A man leaning against a goat pen chewed without blinking. No one spoke. My voice echoed back like it ha
Fated To The Lycan Beast   Ninety-Seven
EveA relaxed smile crossed my face as I headed to Axel's closet suites which could be best described as a private showroom than any ordinary wardrobe. He had been in a hurry to pack and had made a mess of the place. It wasn't that messy, but I was bored. It had been more than a day since he travelled, and since I had no reason to be cooking and preparing recipes, I needed something to keep my mind busy.My ga scanned rows of drawers, racks, shelving units, and a relaxed smile crossed my face when I stared at his custom boot trunks. Everything about him was powerful. I began to unfold garments from his set of leather suitcases lying open on a velvet bench and separated his regalia from his casual wears and his battle dress uniforms. I was organizing his cufflinks and brooches when I remembered my ordeal with Crystal and Shahar.Crystal had called back after Gaia left, panicking."He's going to suspect that we are playing him," I said to her, feeling so frustrated."I know, I know!" sh
Fated To The Lycan Beast   Ninety-Six
EveâSoâĶâ a familiar voice drawled behind me, full of amusement. âHow was the proposal?âI turned to see Gaia trailing behind me into the kitchen. Her brows did some kind of mischievous dance.âDid he go down on one knee?â she asked, barely suppressing her grin. âI know he didn't. His kneecaps would probably shatter from the sheer offense.âI laughed, despite myself. âPlease, Gaia.ââIâm just curious. You're royalty now. We want to know how the King of Stone Hearts melted.âI groaned, dropping the tray on the counter. âLetâs just say I donât know what Iâm doing.âGaia raised an eyebrow. âYou seemed pretty confident back there, standing beside him like you were ready to snatch the crown yourself.ââI was winging it,â I muttered.âWinging it with grace,â she corrected, following me as I headed toward the private living room. She made herself comfortable on the couch across from me while I flopped into the seat.I rubbed my forehead. âEverything feels like itâs spiraling. One second Iâm
Fated To The Lycan Beast   Ninety-Five
Nina's POVNina pressed her ear against the door, trying to catch every word that Eve was saying to Gaia. She had always wondered why the priestess was so interested in an ordinary cook. Well, it seemed she wasn't so ordinary anymoreâjudging by the unexpected turn of events.Nina didnât want to call what she felt jealousy, but thatâs exactly what it was. Spiteful bitterness clawed at her. She believed this strangerâthis harlot, this swatâhad taken away Herman. It was clear she had slithered her way halfway into Axelâs life. Perhaps she fulfilled needs, styles, kinks, and fetishes Axel lovedâones that once led Nina to suspect he might be secretly homosexual.Nina gloried in her beauty. She was superior to other girls in talent, looks, wealth, and importanceâand she was fully conscious of it. Women in the park and beyond humbled themselves before her. She was like a precious eggâdarling in her parentsâ eyes. She was supposed to be the one to win Axel, fair and square. She deserved to be
Fated To The Lycan Beast   Ninety-Four
EveâAxel, stop,â I groaned, struggling in his hold, though part of me wasnât trying too hard. His arms were like iron bands around my waist, keeping me caged against him. I twisted, trying to free myself, but it was pointless.When Axel wanted something, he didnât ask, he took it. His lips brushed the shell of my ear. âWhy are you fighting me?â âYouâre supposed to be holding court right now. Theyâre waiting. I can't go with you.ââAre you scared of the people who fear me? Those trembling cowards who shake in their boots the second I walk into a room?âHis gaze on me was intense, that piercing hazel that seemed to burn straight through me. âIâm not scared of them. I'm not scared of you either.âA knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and before I could say another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to my neck. His kiss was hot, just above the place where my pulse jumped like a wild thing. I shivered.If he just opened his mouth and sank his teeth into that spot, jus
Fated To The Lycan Beast   Ninety-Three
ShaharI drank from bottles, one after another. The liquor poured down my throat until I became drowsy and my head hit the table.Hours later, my eyes opened and I groaned. My neck hurt. My hand wiped the drool on my beard and mouth. The mattress sagged as I lay on it and my eyes closed as I hit the pillows.I woke up the next morning with one clear decision burning in my chest: to go find Crystal.The Wild Fangs Pack was about a four-hour journey by road from here. If I left before sunrise, I could make it there in time. I couldâve cut that time in half by air, but I hated flying. Something about being in the air, detached from the ground, felt unnatural. Most Lycans didnât like it either. We were creatures of earth and instinct, grounded and primal. The air felt like a lie. You couldnât scent your surroundings. You couldnât feel danger. You couldnât trust the skies. No matter how convenient air travel was, it always stripped me of control.Crystal knew her friend betrayed and manip
Fated To The Lycan Beast   Ninety-Two
Shahar Axel's car screeched away. The sound slammed into me, igniting a fire that burned through my veins. I felt the urge to shatter something and unleash the fury that threatened to consume me.My growl echoed through the living room. It was a primal call that summoned the anger from the depths of my chest. My heart pounded hard.How dare they think they can waltz in here and police how I react?Axel truly hurt me. This was a deeply personal betrayal. The bond we shared went beyond familial ties. We were closer than brothers.We had fought side by side, bled together, and buried our dead together. He knew every dark thought I kept hidden, and I knew his. We didnât need words to understand each other; a look and a twitch of the jaw was enough. Thatâs what made this so unbearable.The fact that he knew exactly what this would do to me and still did it anyway made me hate him. And until things took this ugly turn, I couldâve sworn Iâd take a bullet for him without blinking. Now, I was
Fated To The Lycan Beast   Ninety-One
EveAxel had long since fallen asleep, but I lay wide awake, my thoughts running in circles.I hadn't even spoken when he told me he loved me and wanted to marry me. I couldn't. If I had, I might have cried,or worse, let the weight of it all crush me.So instead, I kissed him.I let my body speak for me.It was slow, deep, intenseâthe most passionate we had ever been. Maybe because, for the first time, my body recognized that Axel truly loved me. And despite everything, despite him not being perfectâdespite me not being perfect, despite the secrets we both hid that could destroy usâthere was something comforting about knowing that his love was for me and not just the mate bond.A small victory.Slowly, I sat up, careful not to disturb his peaceful slumber. The sheets slipped down, exposing my bare skin to the moonlight.I turned my gaze to Axel, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. The lines on his forehead softened in sleepâcreases that deepened when he smiled or frowned.
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