All Chapters of Lycan School: The Hekate's Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I'm angry. I don't think I have ever been this mad in my entire life. I have held it in, fuming for the entirety of the night. It only increased when I tried to sleep to somehow find a way to talk to Hekate. I had spent hours with my eyes shut, screaming into the darkness that was my mind, but he hadn't come. I'd thought of it as a dream, but he had really marked me, and now, my body is shifting. The flashes, the rage, the red haze, my hormones being haywire, my body getting softer, bigger, my colour becoming surreal, and my skin having the stupid glow that they do--I'm turning into a fucking Lycan! Sitting through classes, being unable to concentrate is a pain in my ass and as soon as the bell is rung, I am heading back to the Star Hall, where I know His Stupid Highness is going to be. Well, he isn't there for once with his betrothed. It just makes me madder and I know if I checked, there is smoke coming out of my ears. I find him a moment

"Do not come any closer. I will jump from here if you do," the female says as I hurl myself through the doors once more, only to be repelled by an invisible force that will not let me leave this room. I have been trying repeatedly for a minute now but I'm stuck here. "Go ahead, Lorna," he says, eyes sparkling with wicked delight. "A few broken bones can be fixed in time for the ritual come nightfall." I rear back, stunned. Lorna? If she is Lorna and this situation is what I think it is, then...my eyes snaps to the male prowling closer to her. That isn't Rune. It is Hekate. Not that I know the difference between them anymore. The woman peers down from the window. "I would never survive a fall from this height." "You would," he cooes, bracing a hand on her exposed thigh that sits in the windowsill. "The shift is nearly complete. All that is left is the consummation of our bond tonight. A mere fall cannot break a lycan." I don't know

"I don't understand," I whisper, my voice barely audible amidst the weighty silence that hangs in the air. Mother speaks, words laced with severity. "Upon Hekate's death, the Goddess expressed her wrath, and to the utmost surprise of our predecessors, she did not take our side." Wrapping my hair in a towel, she says behind me in a commanding tone, "Rise." I stretch to my full length and step out of the cauldron. I grab a towel from the hanger and drape it around myself. "So...she brought him back? Don't they say the Goddess forbids manipulating the states between life and death?" Inching out the door, my mother throws over her shoulder, "She was angry enough to keep his soul from crossing into the ether, seeing as he'd cursed every generation yet to be born, condemning all but the humans to death. It didn't make it any better that the curse had taken on a form of its own." Observing her as she raises a diaphanous blue gown and a red garment so deep it verg

My brow knits together as a featherlight touch grazes my cheek, trailing down my neck with an intimate caress that startles me awake. Glacial green eyes lock onto mine, and instinctively, I recoil, scrambling backward until my back collides with the headboard. Still, I don't halt until I lose my balance and topple to the ground. A soft chuckle resonates in the air, and my heart lurches at its sound. "You summoned me, princess, yet your reception lacks enthusiasm." Seizing my pillow from the floor, I hurl it across the room with a surge of preternatural strength. "What the fuck are you doing in here, creep?!" Hekate catches the pillow effortlessly, allowing it to slip from his grasp. "Again, you called." Fuming and cursing, I rise from the ground, massaging my bruised knee. "I did not, and I do not appreciate your intrusion." With hands folded behind his back, he strides around my queen-sized bed, pausing only to perch at its edge, propping his head on his fist. Mi

Two agonizing weeks had passed, with no one to talk to except my parents. I had initially thought I would lose my damn mind, but turns out I'm made of sterner stuff. This morning, my mother made sure I had the pleasure of going through a fresh set of rules, each one screaming a single message. "Stay away from Rune." My father, on the other hand, had been a tad less confrontational, probably because he'd been distant lately. The thought that I was the cause of his sleepless nights, his haunted wanderings through the castle, weighed heavily on me. So I made a promise to him—I would follow their rules, after tonight, depending on how well it turns out. I didn't add the last part though. Though, it might prove to be a tad difficult, to speak to Rune. Father had guards escorting me back to school. I couldn’t be more embarrassed and self-conscious. I’m not even sure that is allowed, but somehow, telling Vesper that they would keep me in check and join the sentinels was enou