All Chapters of The Lycan's Forbidden Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

TALIA'S POV“Time up,” I muttered under my breath as the large clock in the empty hallway banged. I made my way towards the front exit, the heavy thud of my feet as they hit the ground, loud and clear.I only had a few minutes before the front exit into the asylum was locked shut.I reached the fence, my hands grasping at the rusted metal, the jagged ends biting into my skin. With determination, I hoisted myself over, ignoring the pain.Once on the other side, I stumbled onto the uneven ground. I took a moment to catch my breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the darkness for any signs of pursuit.But there was only silence, broken only by the distant wail of sirens. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—I was free, at least for now.After escaping the asylum, my thoughts were scattered, my mind still reeling from two years of confinement. The world outside seemed both familiar and foreign as I navigated the unfamiliar streets, my senses dulled by the years spent be

Damien's POV“Are you listening, King Damien?” Alpha Rylan's voice pierced through my wandering thoughts, pulling me back to the present.Since I had left the room, my mind had been oddly preoccupied with the human girl the pet hunter had brought for me. There was something about her that struck me as odd; I had to admit she was pretty. Her name, the way it had rolled off her tongue when she said it, had been enticing. And her feistiness, it seemed to appeal to my wolf.I blinked, refocusing my attention on the elderly alpha seated across from me. “Apologies. Could you repeat that?” I inquired, raising an eyebrow in mild curiosity.“Why are you not paying attention, Alpha Damien?” Alpha Killian, a young alpha, questioned, his tone laced with a hint of audacity that caught me off guard. The room buzzed with murmurs of surprise at his boldness, and I couldn't help but find it amusing.Leaning back in my chair, a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. “You must be new here,” I remarked,

TALIA'S POVTalk about a dramatic icebreaker! There I was, minding my own business—or so I thought—when suddenly, I found myself in a live-action medieval drama. And who should star alongside me but the same handsome stranger who had earlier insulted my name? Only this time, instead of hurling insults, he was wielding a sword! Yes, you read that right.And let me tell you, that sword wasn't just for show — it was sharper than my wit on a Monday morning. Before I could say, “Is this a Renaissance fair gone wrong?” The blade sliced through the air with precision and plunged into my chest.Talk about cutting straight to the heart of the matter.Agony, sharp and unrelenting, erupted within me like a torrent of fire, searing through my veins and engulfing my senses. I gasped for air, my sense of humor deserting me, the metallic tang of blood flooding my mouth as I staggered backward, my mind struggling to grasp the reason for his actions. Why? Why would he do this?As consciousness ebbed a