All Chapters of Fated To The Lycan Beast: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Eve’s POV I wiped my tears roughly with my scarf as my mind reeled from the weight of my own confession. Gaia exhaled slowly, shaking her head as if trying to process it all. "What a bloody revolution," she murmured. The silence between us stretched. I could feel her gaze on me, studying me. Not with judgment, but with compassion and understanding.  I hated it. I turned away, clenching my fists. “You can judge me all you want, but that night in the kitchen, I was trying to do what could only be considered revenge. And yet, I couldn’t even bring myself to go through with it. This damn bond is like a curse festering in my bones, poisoning everything.” Gaia hummed, tilting her head as if weighing my words. “Or maybe you have a kind heart. It’s rare, you know.” I scoffed, wiping the last of my te

AxelEve stood at the other end of the hall, seemingly busy, though I wasn’t sure if she had not noticed me or was just pretending.I walked toward her, waiting to see how long she would keep up the act.She turned at the last moment, acting surprised. “Your Majesty,” she greeted smoothly. “Good morning.”I didn’t respond right away.I wasn’t even sure why I was suddenly irritated.There were a thousand other things more pressing than a cook ignoring my summon. And yet, here I was, standing in front of her, irritated beyond reason because she hadn’t brought my damn breakfast.“I specifically asked for you,” I said, my voice even but sharp. “Yet you disobeyed and sent the maid.”Eve blinked at me, all wide eyes and false innocence.“Oh? Was that an order?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “I thought it was a request.”My jaw ticked. “And what if it was an order?”She tapped her chin. “Then, I suppose I should apologize for my defiance, Your Majesty.”I narrowed my eyes, not missing

Eve I walked away, hating how my wet clothes clung to me like an irritating second skin. The cold settled into my bones, but the heat bubbling inside me, the anger and humiliation, kept me moving.Before I could take another step, Axel’s grip caught my wrist. Heat seared through his touch, and his fingers pressed into my skin just enough to make my breath hitch. He pulled me toward him, in his usual possessive but not forceful manner. His body was too close, and his chest brushed against my nipples, and a raging beast of need was in his eyes.Staying in his presence only twisted the knife deeper, filling me with bitterness so thick it clung to my throat, refusing to let me breathe. If I had told Axel about the mate bond from the start, he wouldn’t have just dismissed me, he would have laughed, sneered, and looked down at me like I was some pathetic, desperate woman grasping at straws to trap him. He would have called it a lie and an embarrassing attempt to make him mine. And somehow

Axel  My eyes lazily opened, and my body felt heavy with the satisfaction of deep sleep. The rain pelted down against the roof, and I remained in a tranquil haze. It had been raining constantly these days, my favorite time of the year, but nothing compared to waking up beside Eve. My senses sharpened instantly, drawn to the warmth radiating from her body next to me. She was still asleep, her hair tangled on the pillow, looking like a delicate doll. She slept peacefully. It was strange how she stayed in one position all night. Her presence was a magnet, pulling me out of the fog of sleep into a heightened state of awareness. My fingers found her soft tresses, caressing them gently, not wanting to wake her. But the more I touched her, the more pleasure stirred within me. Desire coiled inside me, demanding immediate satisfaction. It was an irresistible compulsion—to taste her, to feel her res

Crystal  The moment Shahar’s eyes darkened at the mention of the Blackwood Pack, my stomach twisted with dread. I had nearly exposed myself and Eve without thinking. This was confirmation. Axel and the Lycans had a direct connection to our pack, a connection deep enough to justify the massacre that had left us orphaned. It had never been a coincidence. I swallowed the lump in my throat, remembering the day I had found out my dad was dead. The crushing weight of grief, the suffocating silence of a home that would never be the same. I had been just a teenager, left to navigate a world that had chewed up and spat out my entire bloodline. Standing here, I felt the same creeping rage settle into my bones. But unlike Eve, I had no intention of ever accepting this bond. I would rather rip out my own heart and serve it on a platter than submit to whatever