All Chapters of Bending to the Lycan's Warth: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

I waited around close to the palace, ensuring my appearance was concealed as much as possible. My eyes remained fixed on the palace exit, knowing that Edward would step out, providing the perfect opportunity to ambush him.After waiting for no less than three hours, I finally saw some men run towards the palace. They were likely delivering information to the king, and I knew that sooner or later, the king would emerge.Even if Edward didn't come out immediately, I was willing to stay there for as long as necessary. I knew he couldn't stay in the palace forever.When Edward rushed out of the palace on his horse, I immediately followed behind him, maintaining a good distance to avoid detection.I noticed him heading towards a deserted area, which presented the perfect scenario for an attack.I wondered if he was meeting someone in the thick forest, but it didn't matter to me. I was ready to confront him, no matter who he was meeting. I hid in the bushes and watched his movements.At one

RebeccaAfter a very long ride, I suddenly felt that the rider stopped. It was the darkest of nights, and how could he just stop in the middle of the woods without saying anything? I peeped out of the chariot and called out his name, but there was no answer.I looked left and right, too scared to step out of the chariot, but we let him leave this deserted place so that we could get robbed if he was kidnapped.I summoned courage and stepped out, and what did I see?The rider was still on top of his horse, his head bent, as if he was sleeping right in the middle of the woods."Frederick!" I yelled.He jumped out of his sleep and by mistake fell off the horse. He got startled and started to run off.My friend was still inside the chariot, and the horse was running off to an unknown destination. What the hell was going on here?I quickly urged Frederick to run after the horse because my friend was still sleeping on the horse and now it was running into an unknown destination. There was no

RebeccaAfter a very long ride, I suddenly felt that the rider stopped. It was the darkest of nights, and how could he just stop in the middle of the woods without saying anything? I peeped out of the chariot and called out his name, but there was no answer.I looked left and right, too scared to step out of the chariot, but we let him leave this deserted place so that we could get robbed if he was kidnapped.I summoned courage and stepped out, and what did I see?The rider was still on top of his horse, his head bent, as if he was sleeping right in the middle of the woods."Frederick!" I yelled.He jumped out of his sleep and by mistake fell off the horse. He got startled and started to run off.My friend was still inside the chariot, and the horse was running off to an unknown destination. What the hell was going on here?I quickly urged Frederick to run after the horse because my friend was still sleeping on the horse and now it was running into an unknown destination. There was no

EdwardOne of my guards came to meet me, letting me know that there is someone outside the palace, threatening to bring down the place if he isn’t allowed in. They say he is making a lot of noise, talking about how his lover is here.The guards are confused, and they had to come and announce before this strange man starts to cause trouble.Of course, I know it is Alfie who is here, but I wonder what he wants.I followed towards the Palace gate and found Alfie waiting there, etched on his face."Oh, the Almighty king," he sneered, "my little brother has decided to grace me with his presence." His words cut deep, carrying with them the weight of our complicated history.“I asked to see my woman, but you decided to show me this man. But it’s no problem; I am guessing he is the one who will lead me to my woman. Thank you very much for bringing out your king to run my errands,” he said.“Alfie, what do you want?” I asked, knowing fully well the exact thing that he wants.“Don’t ask me such

EDWARDAfter a few hours, just as we expected, Alfie approached the door. Everyone was on high alert, gripping their weapons tightly as Alfie opened the door.Immediately, my soldier, who was first at the door, reached for a sharp iron bar that had been heated in the furnace for a long time. He thrust it towards Alfie's chest, causing him to cry out in pain. Despite his cries, Alfie continued to attack some of the men, throwing them into the air and causing them to land on the ground with injuries. But just like I had instructed my men, they did not give up. The hot iron remained lodged in Alfie's chest, limiting his movements and weakening him.Another soldier launched at him, using iron shackles to bind Alfie's hands tightly together. The sharp edges of the shackles pierced his skin, making it difficult for him to break free. With each attempt to resist, the shackles dug deeper into his flesh.As I watched the struggle unfold, I knew I had to intervene. With a decisive blow, I used