Semua Bab THE WOLF BRIDE’S ESCAPE : Bab 111 - Bab 120

“What will you do now?” Lucien’s voice was soft but steady, like the deep rumble of thunder far off on the horizon. We stood together, amidst the smoldering remnants of the once-mighty pack lands, the charred remains of ancient trees and ruined homes littering the earth beneath our feet.I turned to him, trying to make sense of the devastation around us. The battle had been brutal—more brutal than either of us had expected. The earth itself seemed to carry the weight of the destruction, still mourning the loss of so many. But there was something else, something far darker, that lingered in the air.I felt it on my skin, the weight of unseen eyes, the whisper of something ancient stirring in the wind. A shiver ran through me, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the remnants of Varyn’s dark magic still lingering in the air, or from the way Lucien’s gaze never left me.“What are you asking, Lucien?” I replied softly, my voice breaking the eerie silence that surrounded us. I wasn’t sure if

"You've been quiet lately," I said, my voice quiet as I stood beside the balcony, staring at the moonlit horizon. The wind was cool, and the gentle rustle of the trees seemed to mirror the uncertainty in my chest. Lucien, sitting across from me, his head buried in his hands, hadn’t spoken in hours. His once-piercing eyes were hollow, lost in some abyss I couldn’t reach. "Talk to me," I pressed.He didn’t respond at first, his fingers trembling as they rubbed the back of his neck. When he finally lifted his gaze, it felt like he was looking through me, into something far beyond our realm."I don’t know what's happening to me," Lucien murmured, voice strained. "There’s a darkness inside... something I can’t shake. It’s... pulling me."I could feel the weight of his words, the strain in his voice. The man who had once been ruthless, and distant, now seemed fragile—his strength was crumbling, and it terrified me."You’re not alone in this," I said, moving closer to him. "You never will be

“You’re not a monster,” I told Lucien, my voice hoarse but unwavering. His dark eyes, usually so cold and distant, flickered with something I couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t hate. It was uncertainty.The past few weeks had changed him, but not in ways I had expected. He had always been ruthless, driven by a hunger for power and control, but I had seen glimpses of the man he had once been—the man beneath the alpha wolf who had kept me in a cage of my own making. I couldn’t let him slip away into the shadows, not when we had promised to fight together, to rebuild what had been broken.“You’re not listening,” Lucien muttered, running a hand through his dark hair, his fingers trembling slightly. "I'm losing myself, Cassia."I took a step closer, refusing to let his fears control him. He had made me promise to never let him fade away into the darkness, and I wasn’t about to break that promise now.“You’re still the man I married,” I said softly. “You’re still Lucien, the o

I watched as Lucien stood atop the stone steps, his posture regal and imposing, a god among men. The wind tousled his dark hair, making him appear even more ethereal. I should have felt pride, but all I could feel was a rising tide of horror. How had we come to this? The world had changed overnight. The man I once feared, the man I once thought was a tyrant, had transformed into something... beyond mortal understanding.“Cassia.” Lucien’s voice was a whisper, but I heard it above all the noise. His eyes locked onto mine from across the courtyard, and there was something in his gaze—a depth that both captivated and terrified me.The crowd was cheering, their voices rising in an unholy chorus as they chanted his name. It was as though he had become their deity, their savior. And in their eyes, he was. The power he wielded now was beyond anything I could comprehend. He no longer needed armies. His mere presence bent the air around him, shaping it to his will. The very ground beneath our

The air crackled around us, thick with anticipation and power. Lucien’s hand trembled in mine, but his grip never faltered. His breath came in uneven bursts, and the pulse beneath my fingertips was erratic—he was fighting against it. Against the magic that had defined his very being for centuries. I could feel it—the darkness that clung to him, a part of him as old as his soul. His godhood was all-consuming, a force that refused to loosen its hold, even as he stood on the precipice of change.“I’m ready,” Lucien whispered, his voice low but resolute.His words should have sounded confident, but I could hear the strain beneath them. The struggle. His eyes, usually cold and detached, now flickered with something raw—something vulnerable. I knew what this moment meant for him. For years, he had ruled as a god, untouchable and supreme. To relinquish that power? To become mortal again? It was a choice few could ever make.But the curse that had gripped me, that had bound my powers for so l