Все главы The Lycan King's Branded Mate: Глава 101 - Глава 110

Third-Person PovIn the dim light of the palace, Murad's eyes blazed with unbridled rage as he stormed through the corridors. His every step reverberated with fury, sending shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to cross his path. The once-mighty ruler, now humiliated and defeated, lashed out indiscriminately, his fists landing on anyone who dared to glance in his direction.Servants and guards scattered, desperate to avoid the tempest of anger that was their king. Murad's snarls filled the air, echoing through the grand halls like the growls of a wounded beast. His palms, stained with the blood of his enemies, were now used to strike those closest to him.Amidst the chaos, Agrippina, his once-faithful Luna, approached, her eyes filled with worry and sorrow. She had seen him like this before, but never had his fury been so consuming, so uncontrollable. Desperate to calm the storm within him, she reached out, her voice a gentle plea."Murad, please," she said, her tone sof

Third-Person PovAmidst the chaos of battle, where the clash of teeth and fur echoed through the forest, Kavan and Murad, two powerful Lycan kings, faced off like ancient titans, their eyes locked in a deadly duel. The air was thick with tension as they circled each other, their muscles taut and their instincts honed for combat.Murad, his eyes burning with possessive rage, snarled at Kavan, his voice a menacing growl. "You dare to steal my woman, Kavan? She's mine, marked by me! You cannot claim what belongs to me!"Kavan, his stance confident and defiant, retorted, "She is my mate, chosen by fate. She was never yours to begin with, Murad. Your mark means nothing to her, and it means nothing to me."With a primal roar, Murad lunged at Kavan, his claws extended like deadly talons. Kavan met him head-on, their bodies colliding with the force of a thunderclap. The impact sent shockwaves through the ground, shaking the very foundation of the forest.In their Lycan forms, they were formid

Third-Person Pov In the heart of the Silver Crest Pack, where the echoes of a victorious battle still lingered, Kazia, Iris, and Elena found a moment of peace. The trio sat together in a cozy corner of the palace, the warm glow of candlelight casting a gentle ambiance around them. Their faces bore the marks of their shared struggles and triumphs, the scars of their past now overshadowed by the promise of a brighter future.Kazia, her eyes reflecting the depth of her experiences, spoke first. "I never imagined a life beyond Murad's captivity. Sometimes, it feels surreal that we're here, free and with a chance at happiness."Iris nodded, her expression thoughtful. "It's strange, isn't it? For years, our existence revolved around Murad's whims. Now, we have the opportunity to shape our own destinies."Elena, ever the observant one, interjected, "I wonder about the other pets in Murad's palace. What happened to them after his downfall? Are they free too, or are they still trapped in tha

Third Person PovThe sun was setting over the vast expanse of the Silver Crest Pack, casting a warm, golden hue across the landscape. The pack, once again, was bustling with life as lycans of all ages prepared for the evening activities. Within the heart of the pack, in the grandeur of the palace that had become a symbol of unity and strength, Kazia stood by the window, gazing at the setting sun, lost in her thoughts."Kazia, there's something I want to show you," Kavan's voice broke through her reverie. He entered the room, a mysterious glint in his eyes that piqued her curiosity."A surprise?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smile. Kavan nodded, his own smile mirroring hers. He took her hand gently and led her outside, where a small gathering of people waited. Kazia's senses tingled with anticipation. She recognized some members of the pack, but there were two unfamiliar faces – a man with eyes that held the same shade of her own, and another, slightly older,

Third-Person Pov In the quiet twilight of a summer evening, the Silver Crest Pack stood as a testament to the passage of time. The once young Luna, Kazia, now a graceful woman with silver streaks in her hair, stood with her mate, Kavan, by her side. Their love had weathered the years, only growing stronger as they faced life's challenges together. Their children, a son named Rylan and a daughter named Elara, had inherited their parents' strength and kindness. Rylan, tall and broad-shouldered, carried himself with the regality of his father, while Elara possessed her mother's fierce determination and compassion. The pack rejoiced in the presence of these young heirs, their laughter filling the air as they played with other pack children. As the day approached its end, Kazia felt a pull in her heart, a longing to revisit the past, to acknowledge the journey that had led her to this moment. With a determined smile, she set off toward the heart of the pack, her steps sure and purposeful