All Chapters of The Lycan king's Bride : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The moment Lillian’s fingers closed around the silver circlet, a surge of energy ripped through her. The temple vanished. The battle disappeared. She was somewhere else.A Memory Long Forgotten Moonlight bathed the great hall, its silver glow reflecting off the polished marble floor. Massive banners, embroidered with celestial symbols, hung from the towering columns. A gathering of warriors stood before her—men and women clad in silver armor, their eyes glowing with the same ethereal light that now pulsed through her veins.And at the center of them all stood him.Not Aedric.Another. A man with onyx-black hair and piercing midnight-blue eyes, dressed in robes of deep silver. His presence was overwhelming, radiating both wisdom and power. He watched her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. “Lilliana,” he said, his voice echoing in the vast chamber. “The time has come.” She knew this man. She had once trusted him.But she couldn’t remember his name. “What t

The fire crackled weakly as Kael stepped into the dim light, his presence turning the cold even sharper. He was exactly as Lillian remembered him—tall, elegant, his onyx-black hair falling loosely around his angular face. But his eyes… they were different. No longer the deep, stormy blue she had once trusted. Now, they were nothing but void.Aedric moved in front of her instinctively, his golden eyes blazing. “Stay back.”Kael tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into something that might have once been a smile. “Aedric. Ever the loyal guard dog.” His voice was smooth, laced with mockery. “I expected you to be dead by now.”Aedric tightened his grip on his sword, but Lillian placed a hand on his arm. She stepped forward, holding Kael’s gaze.“You should be dead too.”Kael exhaled a soft chuckle. “And yet, here I stand.” He took another step toward her, his long cloak dragging over the snow. “You remembered me, didn’t you?” Lillian’s jaw clenched. “I remembered everything.” Ka

The spectral warriors stood in eerie silence, their hollow eyes fixed on Lillian. The air was thick with their presence, pressing against her skin like a memory half-remembered. Aedric shifted beside her, his sword glowing faintly in the silver light spilling through the cracks in the sky. “Lillian,” he murmured, “they’re not attacking.” Not yet. Lillian’s pulse pounded. These weren’t mere spirits—they were something more. Trapped between realms, caught in the moment of their death, waiting. For what? Or who? Fenros let out a low, warning growl. "They are not whole. Their souls were never allowed to rest." Lillian swallowed hard. “They were Moonborn,” she whispered. “Our ancestors.” Aedric’s grip tightened on his sword. “Then why are they here now?” Before she could answer, one of the spirits stepped forward. Unlike the others, its features were clearer—almost recognizable. The silver glow in its eyes flickered like dying embers. And when it spoke, its voice was a thousand

The figure stepped forward, its form shifting between solid and shadow, an echo of something that should not exist. The weight of its presence pressed against Lillian’s chest, making it hard to breathe. "You feel it, don’t you?" the entity murmured, tilting its head. "The part of you that remembers. The part of you that belongs to me."Lillian’s fingers curled into fists. “You’re lying.”The figure’s silver eyes gleamed, too much like her own. "Am I?"Aedric shifted beside her, his sword still raised, his muscles coiled for a fight. “Who are you?” he demanded again. The entity let out a low, almost amused chuckle. "I am the piece that was severed. The truth that was buried. The part of the last queen that refused to die."* The words sent a chill through Lillian’s bones.The queen… her past self… had tried to stop the destruction of their people. She had fought against Kael, against whatever ancient force had been pulling the strings.But in doing so, she had lost something.Somet

The ruins trembled as the fissure widened, spilling more silver light into the air. The hum of ancient power vibrated through Lillian’s bones, an eerie rhythm that pulsed in sync with her heartbeat.The entity was waiting. It had always been waiting. Aedric reached for her, his fingers brushing her wrist. “You don’t have to do this.” Lillian turned to him, meeting his gaze. “Yes, I do.” There was no other path. No running. No hiding. This was the truth buried beneath her past. The war she had left unfinished. Aedric exhaled sharply, frustration flickering across his face. But he didn’t stop her when she stepped toward the fissure. The silver glow reflected in her eyes as she stared into the abyss. She had expected darkness. Instead, she saw herself. Not her reflection—something older. A woman with the same silver eyes, the same features, standing within the swirling light. The last Moonborn queen. The part of her that had been left behind. "You finally understand, don’t y