All Chapters of Bending to the Lycan's Warth: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DAMIEN "Damien, you will let her go, otherwise the consequences would be too brutal!" I could hear the anger in Edward's voice and I struggled to fathom the reason behind his anger. I set Edwina's feet on the ground and watched her cough violently, struggling to catch her breath. It kinda made me hard. "Why is she important to you? She had a hand in killing your mother, and now she brought your bride to me. Why do you still want to save her?" I asked while I watched Edwina in scrutiny as her body moved sexily, while she struggled for life. I must have bit my lips unconsciously. "That is no business of yours!" Edward yelled. I turned around to see if the look in his eyes matched the anger in his voice and to my surprise, I saw something that weakened my knees I was filled with a mix of shock and horror as I witnessed Edward witness me holding Mother! Everything that mattered disappeared at that moment and I felt like my breath was being held at that moment. "Mother!"

Damien, The next morning I woke up with anticipation to see Mother. Immediately, I turned to Mother hoping she was awake, but she wasn't. "Why the hell wouldn't she wake up? What is her problem?" I muttered, frustrated. I can't do this alone. I am confused. These wicked people have taken everything away from me. I have never lived without my mother’s guidance. What do I do? I got off the bed and stared at my mother for an unhealthy amount of time, waiting to see any change in her, but it was all the same. Damn, I need to clean her up, I made a mess of her. I carried Mother off the bed to the bathroom, cleaned her up, and bathed her. After that, I dressed her in a silk gown and laid her back on the bed. Now I am alone, left to deal with the reality alone. Each time I see Mother lying quietly on the bed, my heart shatters into minute pieces. I left her in the room and then stepped into the palace room to see the scene I ignored yesterday. All my men are dead, Mother’s app

Damien My demons did fight for me today, I am grateful to them. The villagers now understand that, despite the deaths of all of my soldiers and allies, I am still the kingdom's monarch. I am aware of my mother's presence. I'm not sure how to help her escape this world in which she finds herself. I feel emotionally spent and bewildered. I'm unable to fathom this. I'm feeling heavy with reality. This kind of crap cannot continue. Edward will discover that he has entered the lion's lair as soon as I feel ready to punish him for his transgressions. My vulnerability makes now the ideal time for my enemies to launch an attack. Hopefully, Edward won't return anytime soon. I don't have any men, rouges, or sorcerers. I will be forced to leave with my mother and return when she is fully conscious and aware of everything that has transpired if this knowledge leaks out from Avalor. When Mom learns that all of her apprentices have perished, she will be furious. Finding a new group of

Edwina It's been a week since I arrived here, and strangely, I feel a bit better than that first day. The air is still heavy with uncertainty, but I'm adapting. Yet, there's this constant thorn in my side—Edward. His presence sets me on edge, a simmering anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Why does he hover over me, watching every move, offering assistance I never asked for? I can't fathom his motives, and frankly, I don't care. He's wasting his time. There's nothing left for him or anyone else to take from me. I'm hollow, an empty shell of what I used to be. From now on, I've decided not to bother contemplating consequences before every move. Life's become a precarious dance, and I'll waltz through it as if I'm on the brink of my demise. There's a certain freedom in living without restraint, without a plan. Perhaps that's my way of coping with the chaos around me. I'll just exist, each day a step closer to the unknown, uncaring of what lies ahead. The second day I

I find myself haunted by the ghosts of irreversible mistakes. Edwina's pain, a weight too heavy for my shoulders, lingers in the air like a tangible sorrow. It's heartbreaking that I cannot undo the loss of her parents or the scars placed on her tender heart. The gravity of my shortcomings becomes painfully apparent as I reflect on the years gone by. Edwina, with vulnerability in her eyes, sought solace in my presence. She trusted me with the fragments of her shattered world, only to receive my misplaced fury in return. I was blind to the genuine need for comfort that she extended to me. Now, with clarity, I see the wreckage of my life. For three years, I've been living a lie, channeling my rage into the wrong avenues, misled by the venomous words of others. The loss of my mother, a tragedy that scarred my soul, became a breeding ground for resentment, clouding my judgment and leading me astray. Edwina's heart, once a delicate flower, now bears the weight of my transgression