All Chapters of The Lycan king's Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lillian sat in the dimly lit library, her fingers tracing the faded ink on the ancient pages. The words blurred together as her mind raced. "In the time before kings and wars, before the first Lycan took his throne, there were the Chosen. And among them was the one who bore the mark of the moon—the first to awaken." Chosen. The mark of the moon. She swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming in her ears. Aedric watched her from across the room, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He had given her the book, given her the truth, but the weight of it pressed against her like an iron chain. She finally looked up. "What does it mean to be Chosen?" Aedric exhaled, stepping closer. "It means you are more than human. More than Lycan. It means the moon has claimed you for something greater." Lillian shook her head. "That doesn’t tell me what I am." Aedric’s golden eyes flickered in the torchlight. "Because no one knows," he admitted. "The records are incomplete. What happened to th

The tension lingered long after they left the throne room. The halls of the Lycan stronghold were quieter than usual, though Lillian could feel the weight of unseen eyes following their every move. Aedric led her through the corridors in silence, his strides purposeful, his golden eyes dark with thought. She kept pace beside him, her pulse steady, even as she knew—everything had changed. Soren had drawn the first line in the sand. Now, the court was watching to see who would cross it first. When they reached Aedric’s private chambers, he pushed open the heavy doors and stepped aside, letting her enter first. The moment the doors shut behind them, the weight of the night seemed to press down on them both. Lillian turned to him. "They won’t wait long." Aedric exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "No. They won’t." He leaned against the stone wall, his expression unreadable. "You held your ground well, but that was only the first challenge. More will come." Lillia

Lillian barely slept. Even as exhaustion pulled at her, her mind raced with everything Aedric had told her. Lunari. The word echoed in her thoughts, a mystery she was only beginning to unravel. When the first pale light of dawn crept through the heavy curtains, she forced herself up. The bruises from yesterday’s fight ached, but she welcomed the discomfort—it reminded her that she was still standing. By the time she reached the training grounds, Aedric was already waiting. The arena was empty except for him, the air thick with morning mist. He stood near the edge of the ring, arms crossed over his chest, golden eyes sharp. "You’re early," he noted. "So are you," she countered. A flicker of amusement crossed his face, but it was gone just as quickly. "We don’t have time to waste." Lillian stepped forward. "Then let’s begin." Aedric didn’t hesitate. He struck fast, no warning. Lillian barely dodged the first blow—his palm swept just past her ribs, the force of it mak

The descent from the Oracle’s temple was silent. Lillian walked ahead, her mind a storm of thoughts. Lunari. A word that had once meant nothing to her, now a truth that changed everything. She wasn’t just a woman caught in a war between Lycans and politics. She was something ancient, something feared. Aedric walked beside her, quiet but watchful. She could feel his presence like a steadying force, but she didn’t dare look at him yet. Not until she made sense of the fire coursing beneath her skin. Kael was the first to break the silence. "So, are we going to talk about the part where you nearly collapsed back there, or are we pretending that didn’t happen?" Lillian exhaled. "I’m fine." Kael snorted. "Sure. Because people always stagger back from mystical visions looking totally fine." She shot him a glare, but Aedric cut in before she could argue. "What did she show you?" Lillian hesitated. A kingdom in flames. Aedric, wounded. Herself, standing at the center of it all.

The next few days passed in a blur of training and courtly maneuvering. Lillian barely had a moment to breathe between Aedric’s lessons, the endless meetings with nobles who doubted her, and the whispers that followed her wherever she went, She knew what they were saying. She isn’t one of us. She shouldn’t be here. She’s dangerous. And maybe they were right. She could still feel the phantom sensation of moving faster than she should, of her instincts reacting before she could think. She had tapped into something deep inside herself—something that felt neither fully human nor fully Lycan. Something more. And it scared them. Good. But fear alone wouldn’t keep her alive. That was why she found herself back in the training yard at dawn, dagger in hand, muscles aching from the previous night’s session. Aedric had been relentless, forcing her to push past her limits, to learn how to control what was awakening inside her. And today would be no different. Aedric stood at