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The Lycan King's Affection HUNDRED THREE
SPECIAL CHAPTER NINE: OPHELIA COTTONWOODAUTHOR'S NOTE: Special chapters serve to shed light on the perspectives of minor characters, providing insight into their roles in the unfolding narrative.Seeking nature's aid to locate Eva Dumont proved a grave misstep. It robbed us of the element of surprise, granting that vile monster precious time to prepare.As the first gunshot rang out, my gaze locked onto Camille, undoubtedly the intended target. I stood frozen, unable to summon my magic or even move a muscle.Then, in a heartbeat, the Lycan King's Beta threw himself into the bullet's path, shielding Camille from certain death. Horror gripped me as I witnessed his body crumple, the fatal shot meant for another striking true.Camille rushed to his side, her healing gifts desperately attempting to mend the grievous wound. But we all knew, even if her powers hadn't failed her, If it was one of those bullets cocktailed in silvermist and wolfsbane. The damage would be too severe for even he
The Lycan King's Affection HUNDRED FOUR
DIMITRI'S POVWhat was happening? What the fuck was happening? My throat was dry, and my heart felt like it would explode.Neal was gone, and Camille was now unresponsive after being covered in that malevolent light. I could still hear her heart beating, but something was wrong."Camille, wake up." I urged, reaching for her hand. They were cold. Like ice cold. The full moon hung low in the night sky, its pale light casting an ominous glow over the forest. The sight of it stirred something primal within me, a force so ancient and raw that it threatened to consume my very being.I could feel the beast clawing at the edges of my consciousness, its hunger for dominance growing stronger with each passing moment. The rage that had been simmering beneath the surface erupted like a volcano, fueled by the loss of my beta and the eerie silence that enveloped Camille.My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms as I fought against the impending transformation. But it was a battle
The Lycan King's Affection HUNDRED FIVE
CAMILLE'S POV"It is time, Camille." A familiar voice bellowed."Time for what?" I asked, turning in the direction of the voice. I couldn't exactly make out the figure. But I recognized the voice of my wolf, and I could make out its silhouette from where I stood. "You recently told me you didn't want to shut me out anymore. You said you wanted to share our pains and desires. I know you better than anyone else because we are one and the same, Camille. You feel grief from Neal's death, and you desire to kill Eva. I can help." This was my mind. This was my wolf's domain. An unsettling negative energy consumed me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right."We must be reborn together," my wolf continued. "It's the only way to bring Neal back and save the others in danger."While I accepted her as part of me, her words bothered me deeply because it felt dishonest. "Can we even do that?""Why not?" The voice retorted. My gaze shifted to the space around us, and I took
The Lycan King's Affection HUNDRED SIX
CAMILLE'S POV Eva chuckled when she made eye contact with me. I saw the malice in her eyes grow, and she spat in my face. My finely tuned senses could almost taste the iron in the blood. "You have finally shown your true colors," she told me. The manipulation was really never going to end because there was no way she believed she was right in this scenario. Eva laughed again. "Nice horns. You look like the demon that you were meant to be. No more of that nice girl bullcrap." I proceeded to wipe the blood off my face. Hearing her whine like she was the victim again made me lift her by the hair and wack the behind of her head into the tree again. It wasn't enough. My hand dropped, and I grasped her neck, pulling her closer to my face. "You made me this way," I whispered, the grip around her throat tightening. "And I am fine with it because I get to see you suffer." My hands tightened even more, and I watched her struggle to breathe. The first few seconds of her pretending like
The Lycan King's Affection HUNDRED SEVEN
SPECIAL CHAPTER NINE: NEAL GALDINAAUTHOR'S NOTE: Special chapters serve to shed light on the perspectives of minor characters, providing insight into their roles in the unfolding narrative.I was fading fast. The pain ripped through my body with every strained breath. Dimitri and Camille's voices rang out, desperate for me to hang on, to stay awake. But the darkness closed in, blurring their panicked faces.Was this it? Was I about to find out what the big mystery was all about? I'd always figured myself for hell after what my ancestors did - that whole thing with killing off the Mad God's lover. Tough break, but what could you do?My eyelids grew heavy. Too heavy to keep open any longer. I let them slide shut as the blackness fully took over. Then - nothing. Just...nothing. No pain, no fear, no thoughts even. A pure blank void.How long did that nothing last? Impossible to say. But then, just as quickly, my eyes snapped back open. I squinted against a blinding white light that se
The Lycan King's Affection HUNDRED EIGHT
CAMILLE'S POVNeal's grip on my wrist was iron, a lifeline, and a shackle all at once. "Camille, this isn't you," he said. His eyes pleading and earnest while they searched mine for the woman he once knew.My heart wavered, a storm of emotions threatening to tear me apart. "Exactly, Camille doesn't hurt people. But I will," I spat, trying to shake him off. His grip only tightened."Please, Neal, stop trying to stop me," I hissed, my voice cracking. The wolf inside snarled, eager to break free and finish what we had started.Neal's expression softened, though his resolve remained. "I won't let you do this, Camille. Not like this." His voice was steady, even as he struggled to restrain me.Without warning, I summoned the ancient magic coursing through my veins. Roots erupted from the ground, wrapping around Neal's legs and arms, pulling him away from me. He struggled, eyes wide in shock. "Camille!""We need to do this, Neal. For justice," I said, my voice cold as I turned to Eva, who l
The Lycan King's Affection HUNDRED NINE
CAMILLE'S POV I sprinted back to the cabin with a fragile heart that raced with terror. While I had been caught up in all that anger, I didn't stop to think about Collins and his curse. It was already past midnight. The twins were now of age, and that meant the curse had come into the picture. The moonlight cast an eerie glow on the dislodged roof, serving as a stark reminder of the chaos that had unfolded.When I reached the cabin door, I hesitated, my breath forming wisps in the chilly night air as I stared at the space where a door was supposed to be.There was something around the house. Tentatively, my fingers reached out and encountered an invisible barrier—a crackling, palpable field of magic energy seemingly meant to either protect or imprison. It was as if my body and soul knew what to do. With a determined breath, I focused all my willpower and energy and ordered the barrier to shatter. I felt it give way, the energy dissipating like fragile glass, leaving me standing
The Lycan King's Affection HUNDRED TEN
SPECIAL CHAPTER TEN: OPHELIA COTTONWOODAUTHOR'S NOTE: Special chapters serve to shed light on the perspectives of minor characters, providing insight into their roles in the unfolding narrative.The silence in my house was heavy as I folded my last dress and placed it in the box. Each piece of clothing held memories, but they felt distant now. The box was full, and I closed it with a sense of finality. I lifted it, its weight grounding me, and carried it to the corner of the room.Placing it down gently, I stepped back and took in my surroundings. This was the last time I would see this place.I turned and waltzed out to the backyard garden. The early morning light cast long shadows on the greens. My eyes settled on the upturned ground. It looked so peaceful, like it could be just another part of the garden. But I knew what lay beneath. "I'll be coming soon, Alaric," I whispered, my voice barely audible. The words hung in the air: a promise and a farewell.Then I felt that famili
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