All Chapters of The Lycan king’s blind mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Davina’s POVHe dragged me despite my resistance. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t budge. His grip was so strong that I whimpered slightly in pain. I could feel eyes on me as we walked and I heard two sets of footsteps behind me and guessed that Eva was trailing behind, probably with Draven.I wanted to ask if she was okay but Hades wouldn't release his tight grip on me. Wasn’t he worried about what people would say? The way he held my hand was bound to spark gossip.I hadn’t expected the king to suddenly show up, let alone save me when no one else did. At first, I was relieved to sense his presence, but now, all I wanted was to run far away from this man. I had mixed feelings about him, I couldn't help wanting him near me because of the mate bond and I also wanted to be far away from him.“See that no one bothers me,” Hades commanded abruptly, and I heard Draven respond in agreement. I had assumed he would leave me behind, but to my utter horror and disbelief, he dragged me alon

Davina’s POV“Davina…”A soft voice broke through the haze of my dream, and my eyes fluttered open briefly as Eva called out to me. I groaned, turning away. My breath came out ragged, and my chest heaved with each pant.“Davina, wake up,” she urged again, this time accompanied by a gentle tap on my shoulder. Startled, I jolted upright, my heart racing and my cheeks flushed red. "Are you okay, Davina?" Eva patted me gently on the shoulder. You must have dreamt about yesterday. It was so scary—I couldn’t sleep at all."Heat crept up my cheeks as I shook my head quickly. "No, I didn’t have any dream. I’m fine," I lied, forcing my voice to sound steady.The truth was, I did have a dream, but it wasn’t about what she was talking about. Instead, it was about what happened when Hades...I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts. I still couldn't believe what had happened last night. After Hades left the room, I wasn't able to get up for a few minutes; I just lay there, trying to process wh

A few hours ago. Draven’s POV “Werewolves are stronger than humans. They heal faster, move quicker, and live longer. But they are not immortals.” “Two years ago, my mate died from an illness. There was no cure, and despite everything I did, I couldn’t save her. When she died, I was left with nothing—just a shell of my former self. I didn’t go to the palace for a month. Instead, I shut myself away from the world, from the king.” “Exactly one month later, the king showed up at my doorstep. When I saw him, I thought, Ah, he’s here to kill me for my disobedience. But to my surprise, instead of delivering my expected punishment, he brought two bottles of alcohol and said, “Let’s drink—and then you’re coming back to the palace.” “I followed the king to the palace, leaving behind the cup of wolfsbane and a suicide letter, and from that day, I promised myself that my purpose would be solely to serve the king, to protect him, eliminate all threat even if it meant sacrificing my life.” “B

Cyrus POV "Let her go, or I will tear you apart," I growled, my voice echoing menacingly through the hall. Rage consumed me, and all I could see was red—blood and his severed head in my hands. I will kill him for laying his filthy hands on her. "King Cyrus..." I heard Draven mutter, but I didn’t tear my gaze away from her. My eyes stayed locked on the rat as his widened in fear. His hand trembled as he pressed the knife closer to her throat, drawing blood that trickled down her neck. She was scared. I could see it in her eyes, no matter how calm her expression appeared, and that only fueled the surge of killing intent within me. "Don't kill him... not yet," Hades' voice echoed in my mind, forcing me to narrow my eyes. My muscles tensed as I wrestled for control, using every ounce of my strength to rein myself in. It was a battle, but I refused to lose. Not now. “I will kill him, Hades,” I said, standing my ground as a slow smirk spread across my lips. Tilting my head, I continued

Evangeline's POV“Daddy, please. Can I just come with you? I promise I won’t do anything, I would just be a good girl,” I pleaded, my lips forming a perfect pout as I stared at him. But, as usual, he didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk.“Daddy, I’m talking to you! Please, I really want to meet the king today. Can I go with you to the palace?” This time, I clung to his arm, swinging it side to side with a sheepish smile, hoping to break his resolve. Yet again, I was ignored. Like I was invisible!I hated being ignored. What I despised even more was not getting what I wanted.“I’m talking to you! Stop acting like you can’t hear me!” I shrieked, my frustration boiling over as I grabbed the files from his desk and flung them to the floor. Papers scattered in every direction, but I wasn’t done. “Listen to me when I’m talking! I already said I was sorry for last time!”I reached for more things to throw—pens, folders, anything within reach. When there was nothing left, I turned