All Chapters of Fated To The Lycan Beast: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The moment I got to my bedroom, it felt like the walls of my room were closing in on me.I sat on the bed, staring at the door, listening to the fading sound of his footsteps as silence swallowed the space.Then, shame crashed down on me.My knees buckled, and I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands covering my face. A choked sob escaped before I could swallow it down.What have I done?Shame squeezed the air from my lungs. This wasn’t supposed to happen. My body had betrayed me. His scent still clung to my skin, the sheets, the air— everything, and I hated how much I wanted to drown in it.My parents would roll in their graves.I pressed a fist against my lips, trying to silence the sobs racking my body, but the tears came anyway.My mother, who had once held me in the safety of her arms.My father had given his life to protect his family.What would they say if they could see me now—broken and undone by the very man who had destroyed everything they built?A fresh wave of disgust

EveI knew Axel was listening.He flipped through his puzzle book like he wasn’t paying attention, but I knew better.He was too calculating not to be listening, too intelligent not to be connecting the dots.That’s why I deliberately mentioned it.I wanted to see if he would react—to catch even the slightest shift in his gaze, anything that would confirm he was paying attention.My heart drummed in my chest as I waited for his eyes to betray something.Nothing.Not a twitch, not a glance, not even the faintest acknowledgment.I swallowed hard, hating the growing ache of disappointment.His fingers glided across the page as he solved whatever problem was in front of him.Maybe I was shooting myself in the foot, revealing too much too soon. Every word I spoke felt like a reckless gamble. I was playing with fire by mentioning my estate so openly, dangling a thread that, if pulled, could expose everything I had so carefully hidden.If Shahar dug deeper, my cover could be blown. The thoug

AxelThe corridors were quiet, save for the murmurs of servants beginning their day. I descended the staircase, following the scent of food wafting from the dining hall. Instead of the usual rich aroma that stirred my appetite, there was an unsettling, burnt scent that made my stomach turn.The moment I saw Nina standing by the dining table, adjusting the placement of cutlery, the answer was clear. Eve hadn’t cooked this.At the mere thought of Eve’s name, my stomach twisted. I had been avoiding her on purpose, trying to pull my mind out of the madness of wanting her. Again and again.Nina turned at the sound of my approach, and her eyes lit up with excitement."Good morning, my love," she purred, stepping aside as she gestured dramatically toward the meal before me.My stomach clenched. Warning bells rang in my mind.I lowered myself into the chair, removing the lid from the plates. Eggs, toast, and what looked like some kind of stew. It looked passable enough, but the scent was off.

Eve The road stretched ahead of us, winding through the remnants of a once-thriving land. Nostalgia wrapped around me, suspending me between past and present. Everything felt different now. Even the air seemed thinner, lacking the same fullness it once had when I was a child, running barefoot through the Market Square, dodging merchants, stealing warm pastries with Crystal. The air smelled like rotten eggs now. Still, it was home. And I missed it. Beside me, Crystal linked her fingers with mine. She always seemed to know when my mind drifted too far, as if we shared some unseen bond. "Remember when we were little? How we used to hold hands like this all the time?" She swung our hands between us, and a wistful smile played on her lips. I smiled. "Back then, we didn’t have to worry about politics. Or betrayals. Or

Eve  The moment I stepped off the transport system and onto the streets of the Lycan Pack’s capital, I knew something was wrong. The air was too still. No moving vehicles. No industrial sounds. Nothing. The entire city seemed to have been drained of life. I adjusted the bag on my shoulder, taking slow steps forward. My eyes scanned the silent streets. Maybe it was a holiday? Or perhaps a royal decree for silence? If something like that had happened, I would have heard about it before I left. Shahar would have informed me. My heart pounded as I glanced around. No cars. No buses. Not even a single bicycle moving through the streets. This was very unusual. My instincts sharpened and my wolf stirred inside me. I passed by a storefront, catching the reflection of my face