บททั้งหมดของ Oops, My Bastard Just Ate Your Legacy!: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

As the night stretched on and celebration came to a nearing end, Royal family took their leave first, then Nyma's family prepared to take their leave. She embraced her parents, her mother lingering for a moment longer, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple as if she sensed the storm brewing beneath Nyma's skin. Only Kael, Nyma's elder brother and his mate, Raina, Nyma's sister-in-law remained. They would be escorting Nyma to their family's territory, Raven Flack Pack in the morning, as per her request. Nyma wanted to give birth surrounded by those she trusted, rather than the den of Lycan she did not. The weight of the night pressed against her ribs. The veiled insults, the mocking gifts, Lucian's audacity—she had endured them all with her head high. But as her gaze flickered across the room, she found herself locked onto Adrain. Her mate. Her absent, distant, suspiciously preoccupied husband. For eight months, she had carried his child. For five, she had led their pack alone, endu

"Lira, enough." She crept closer, her heart pounding as she peered through the dense trees. The clearing came into view, dimly lit by the last remnants of dawn's glow, and there—standing too close, much too close—were Adrain and Lira.His hands were on her arms, holding her steady. Lira, unsteady on her feet, swayed slightly, her usually sharp gaze hazy."Let me go, please," Lira muttered, pushing at his chest weakly. "I don't need your help.""You drank too much last night," Adrain's voice was taut, concerned. "You're barely standing, and you're in no condition to leave by yourself."Lira let out a breathy, exasperated laugh. "I'm fine, Alpha.""You're not," he countered, firm but not harsh. "You need rest, and I'm making sure you get back safely."Nyma's hands curled into fists. A dark, possessive growl rumbled deep in her chest, the presence of her she-wolf thrashing against the confines of her control. Why was he acting like this? Like she mattered? But still a tiny part of her r

Lira's breath hitched, her eyes darting between Nyma and Adrain—her so-called protector now writhing on the ground, his Lycan strength useless against the Infidelity Mark burning through his flesh.His Luna, unbowed.The mighty Lycan Prince, brought to his knees. He was struggling. Struggling to command his Luna. Struggling to even look her in the eyes.Lira paused amidst. Fear and doubt creeping in.Adrain's hand trembled as he reached for Nyma, his fingers brushing empty air where her shadow had been. "Nyma... please stop... the mark... it burns—"Nyma recoiled, her expression twisted in disgust. "Now it burns, Adrain?" Nyma's voice was a whisper of winter wind as she loomed over her fallen mate. "Good." Her claw traced the smoking mark, making his back arch in agony. "Let it scar so deep even your Lycan healing fails. Let every wolf who sees it know—their Prince Alpha groveled for a whore's affection."Nyma withdrew her

"You arrogant little—mutt!" Lira's voice warped into a snarl, and before Nyma could take another step. Lira's wolf erupted from her human skin in a snarl of snapping tendons and splintering bone—black as a starless night, eyes twin pits of fire. Saliva strung between her fangs in glistening ropes as she lunged, a killing arc aimed for Nyma's exposed throat.Time fractured.The air thickened with the copper tang of impending bloodshed, and in that suspended heartbeat, Nyma understood with crystalline clarity:One. She could not shift. Her wolf lay dormant, shackled by instinct—the life inside her more precious than vengeance, than survival itself.Two. She could not run. Her body, heavy with child, would never outpace Lira's murderous grace.Three. She was not prey.The realisation struck like lightning. And somehow the world stopped.Nyma stood frozen as Lira's monstrous wolf form hurtled toward

As they crossed into Raven's Flock territory, the tension in the car shifted. The dense, familiar forest wrapped around them like a protective shroud, the towering evergreens whispering in the wind. And when they finally pulled up to the grand pack house, the sight of it—warmly lit, bustling with anticipation—made something tighten in Nyma's chest.They were waiting for her.The gates of Raven's Flock loomed ahead, wrought iron twisted into the shape of outstretched wings. As the car rolled to a stop, Nyma's breath caught—the scent of pine and hearth smoke wrapped around her like a forgotten embrace.Six months.Six months since she'd stood here as Adrain had come after her with a proposal of marriage for her. Sealing her fate with him from mates to soulmates for all life. Six months since she had left this place as a Luna-to-be, glowing with hope, believing in the promises whispered against her skin. Six months sin