All Chapters of House of the Lycans: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

AT THE CAPITAL, CENTRAL POWER THE ROYAL HOUSE OF LYCANS PALACEDARCY VOSSDarcy’s heart raced with excitement as she dashed around the garden lake, her wooden sword clashing playfully with the 14-year-old squire’s. Without seeing her mother for too long, she ought to do something to cheer herself up, at least in this large extravagant palace. Enjoying exquisite and expensive things they couldn't afford back at the free city, but now they had it in abundance. But her sweet mother, Ava, was not here to enjoy it with them.She'd hoped that her father would bring mom back. He's been gone for some days now, and she just had to do something fun while waiting. That’s why she asked a teenage knight squire to play sword with her by the garden lake.The sun shimmered on the water, its light dancing across the surface as if it, too, were part of their game. Darcy giggled, her small hands gripping the hilt of the wooden sword with determination. Despite being only seven, she loved the thrill of s

AVA KILLIANThe moment Ava opened her eyes, she was met with cloudiness; her body ached everywhere, every movement tugging at bruises and soreness that ran deep beneath her skin.Her mind struggled to shake off the ordeal of the previous night—a hazy, feverish memory of Alpha Axel’s unrelenting hold, his intensity driving her to the edge of pain, his restless pounding almost breaking her.He could have broken her, even killed her, worst of it all, but he was able to control the forced rut, pain, and intensity.She turned her head, coming face to face with Alpha Cahir. His piercing gaze, vicious and calculating, met her bewildered expression, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips. She stiffened, piecing together the memories; the last thing she could remember was being on the cold floor of the dungeon while Axel was pounding her mound relentlessly. She couldn't remember anything more. She must have passed out.“You,” she hissed, voice trembling with rage as she saw that smirk on C

AXEL VOSS Every fiber of Axel’s being screamed to tear Cahir apart, to end this madness. “Darcy!” he shouted, his voice cracking as he strained against the iron bars. “Don’t be afraid, love. I’m here. Stay with me—hold onto yourself. Don’t do it; don’t mind them.” Axel called to his little princess, but she had shut her eyes, trying to focus, a little girl attempting to save her parents, hoping if she did, Cahir would release them. Axel’s heart ached as he watched himself yet again failing the girl. He then realized he wasn’t that Alpha Axel of the BloodClaw Pack who had nothing to lose years back. He had everything and many things to lose; he couldn’t even save his little princess from these evil men, just as he was powerless and couldn’t save his sister from the mad king. The pain gnawed at his chest, and the fear twisted his world as he saw the vicious Grand Maester move to stand beside the little girl, his voice calm yet chilling, instructing her to focus as his fingers moved w

AVA KILLIAN Ava’s voice broke through the chaos, her tone defiant yet fearful. “Axel, they’re not stopping!” she called out. She had never felt so powerless. She felt like she was slowing them down as her horse lagged far behind Axel's. She definitely couldn't match his pace—a conqueror who had ridden horses in several wars. She couldn't match up to his speed, even though his right hand was embracing Darcy tightly to his chest and his left hand held the horse's reins. It didn’t slow him down. And Cahir's men were already closing in on them. "Control your horse. Mount her! Let her know your urgency!" Axel growled from his horse. Ava yielded to his advice, urging her horse on with the same exclamation he used. "Hiyahh! Hiyahh!" She noticed the pace of her horse picking up, but the flying arrows didn’t help. They whizzed over their heads, threatening to knock her off the horse. Then, she sensed an eerie presence in the woods. An unnaturally strong fog seemed to cover them. Sudde

AT THE CAPITAL, CENTRAL POWER OF THE ROYAL HOUSE OF LYCANS PALACE HENRI OF BLOODCLAW Henri was furious as he clawed the council table, his eyes filled with dangerous resolve as he grimaced at the faces before him: the Small Council, Lord Ashfold, Kaila, Grand Prince Aric, Vera Cole, and the Grand Maester. Their eyes shifted between one another as Henri prowled around the table, anger clear on his face. “Princess Darcy is missing!” Henri’s voice was a low, seething growl as his gaze swept over the council. “I received word she’s been taken to Cahir at Darksword. Who among you has committed this treachery?” Silence hung thick in the room. No one could speak, yet the tension was like a burning fire. Finally, Henri’s glare landed on Kaila, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. She was the one who desperately wanted Princess Darcy punished and wasn’t satisfied with his rule. “Consort Kaila,” he snarled, “you’re the only one who voiced disagreement with Darcy’s punishment, claiming it