All Chapters of You are fated to a Mafia King - Rogue Lycan: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

When Elle's eyes met Jude's she felt a sense of belonging.Elle's mind was a blank canvas, devoid of any memories or sense of identity. Lost and confused, a lingering feeling of emptiness. With her eyes on Jude's, a spark ignited within her. Though her memory remained elusive, there was an inexplicable familiarity in the depths of their gaze. It was as if their souls had connected long before their paths crossed. A glimmer of hope flickered within Elle, a belief that Jude held the key to unlocking her forgotten past. Yet, as her heart whispered of trust, a shadow of doubt intertwined with her longing. Could she truly rely on this stranger, or would he lead her astray? The answers lay hidden in the depths of their shared gaze, beckoning Elle to uncover the truth and discover the depths of her own being.“All yours. Now leave.” Neil said, coming to a halt in front of Jude. “You are to obey him, no matter what,” Neil said before leaving them.Jude's heart raced as Neil's words echoed in

You patiently waited in silence, feigning sleep, desperately hoping that the Alpha and his son would eventually depart. Determined to keep your true wakefulness a secret, you resolved not to give them any indication of your awareness. Thoughts raced through your mind as you formulated a plan: "I'll wait until they're gone and then carefully make my escape. But, above all, I hope Michael is alright." With utmost concentration, you shifted your attention solely to regulating your breaths, maintaining composure amidst the tense situation."Do you happen to know if Michael is still asleep?" you hear the Alpha inquire.Perplexed by the question, his son chuckles and asks, "Why are you asking me? Father, you can simply link your mind with his guard." Asserting his point."I entrusted you with the responsibility of overseeing the guards." Frustrated by the situation, the Alpha lets out an exasperated sigh and proceeds to establish a mental connection with the guard in charge of Michael himse

With a commanding tone, the alpha exclaimed, "Lock Johnathan up!"The Luna, unable to find words to express her disagreement, reluctantly shook her head. She silently obeyed and began gathering the pack members. "Everyone, shift into your animal forms, and let's get going," she ordered.The pack members quickly began to undress, preparing to shift. However, families with young children remained unchanged. Understanding the urgency of the situation, the pack members did not dare to gather their belongings.Just as they were about to depart, a hysterical laughter echoed through the air. "It is too late!" Johnathan shouted.His father, already aware of the dire situation, had hoped that they would be able to escape.An idea struck me, and I suggested, "Michael can cast a spell on them, hiding them in the woods."The Luna retorted, "They will smell them, and besides, they have more powerful shamans than Michael."The alpha, recognizing the potential value of the suggestion, responded, "It

Later that evening, the Lycan King and his closest confidant, Wynn, found themselves alone in the quiet seclusion of the King’s private chambers, the low flickering of candlelight casting shadows across the stone walls. The tension of the day still lingered in the air as they shared a rare moment of camaraderie.“I can’t thank you enough for what you did today,” the King began in a low, gravelly tone, his gaze steady as he reached for a decanter of aged bourbon. He poured the rich amber liquid into two heavy crystal glasses, the sound of it splashing softly against the silence.Wynn shifted uneasily, crossing his arms before moving closer to the King. “We deceived them with a false prophecy,” he replied, voice thick with bitterness. He took the offered glass but didn’t drink immediately, his eyes narrowed as he regarded the swirling drink with a conflicted expression. “I’m not exactly proud of manipulating them like that.”The King’s lips twisted into a wry smile as he held his own gla

The young woman shifts slightly in her seat, her poised demeanor betraying a flicker of something unspoken. Her resemblance to you feels almost uncanny—like a shadow of your own reflection cast in a different light. Her sharp gaze mirrors yours as you both linger on the same man across the table. A knot tightens in your chest—a blend of unease and jealousy.The man seated near the Lycan King, the one who has drawn both your attention and hers, meets your eyes. His expression is unreadable, his lips quirked with a hint of amusement or perhaps something more calculated. The Lycan King, however, is less subtle. His gaze is direct and intense, commanding your attention even without a word. The weight of his stare sends a shiver through you—a mix of fascination and trepidation.For a moment, the room seems to fade, the undercurrents of silent communication drowning out the noise. The question gnaws at you again: Why does she look like she could be my sister? But the answer seems woven into