บททั้งหมดของ Rejected by His Brother, Fated to the Lycan King: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

(Iris)I was awakened abruptly by the intrusive, insistent voice of Elias in my mind. The mind-link we shared allowed him to reach me no matter the distance. His tone was anything but gentle, more like a growl of frustration. “You want to come on your own, or should I send my men to get you?” he demanded. Clearly, Seraphina had completed her part of the plan, and now it was my turn. I took a deep breath, calming the surge of adrenaline that spiked through me. Elias’s impatience was evident, but there was an underlying tension that hinted at something more. “You have to promise our safety,” I replied, my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart. This was a non-negotiable term. I couldn’t risk Jasper’s life or mine without some form of assurance.“Sure,” Elias responded tersely. The single word was laced with irritation, barely masking the anger simmering beneath the surface. He didn’t trust me, and I couldn’t blame him. Trust was a rare commodity these days. As I o

(Iris)Again, Elias threw me out. I could tell his anger was growing, and his frustration with the situation only seemed to be getting worse. He wasn’t ready to hear reason, not yet. The situation was spiraling, and every attempt to reason with him seemed to push him further away from the calm and rational leader we needed him to be. I made my way down to the cell where Jasper was being held. I couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment. The stakes were high, almost too high, and we were running out of time. The rift between Elias and Jasper needed to be mended if we were to have any chance at unity. The fate of our pack depended on it, and the weight of that responsibility pressed heavily on my shoulders. The corridors leading to the cells were dimly lit, the flickering torches casting long, wavering shadows on the stone walls. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the kind that comes from too many days of unresolved conflicted and unspoken fears. The guards stationed along the

(Iris)Holding the evidence of the crazy youth of our parents felt surreal. I sat in the dim light of the attic, surrounded by old, dusty boxes and forgotten memorabilia. In my hands, I held Elias’s mother’s detailed diary. The leather cover was worn, the pages yellowed with age, but the handwriting inside was clear and neat, chronicling a life I had only heard about. It seemed to pulse with a life of the past, every word a testament to a time I could scarcely imagine. How could it be that the people I knew as stern, responsible leaders were once so wild and carefree? My fingers traced the delicate script, and I felt a connection spanning decades, linking me to a younger version of our parents. Alice, Elias’s mother, had been sent to our pack as a girl when Lycans were first starting to encounter enemies they couldn’t handle alone. Her diary began with entries from those early days, capturing her initial fear and excitement. She wrote about the strangeness of leaving her home a

(Elias)I was surprised when Elias brought Jasper with him, but I didn’t question it. There were more pressing matters at hand. Besides, Elias had a certain look on his face, one that told me I shouldn't question him. As we stood together in the dimly lit room, I shared Naomi’s findings with them. Elias’s eyes widened, a look of stunned disbelief crossing his face. “We both just assumed that Alice was dead,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. “They’re already planning to use Alice to their advantage somehow. We have to act fast,” I urged, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on us. Elias began pacing the room, his mind clearly racing. As he did, I turned to Jasper to update him. “Alice is Elias’s mother,” I explained. “Your parents were friends with her.” Jasper’s face showed a flicker of surprise, but he quickly masked it with his usual nonchalance. “And the necklace?” I asked, trying to piece everything together. Jasper’s expression softened sl

(Iris)Alice was skin and bones now, but her features were striking, and her eyes were blue like ice. Just like Elias’s. I could see the family resemblance, the same cold, piercing gaze that felt like it could cut through stone. “You are such a lovely-looking girl. So much like your mother,” Alice said softly, her voice almost a whisper, yet it carried a weight that made me shiver. I guessed she could see me too. I stepped closer, feeling a strange pull toward her, as if an invisible thread was drawing me in. Her presence was both comforting and unsettling, a paradox that I couldn’t quite unravel. “Open your eyes and I will see what you see. This is the function of this stone. A very powerful Lycan magic is fused in this. I gave it to your mother for safekeeping in case it fell into the wrong hands.” “Like Caden?” I asked, the name slipping out before I could stop it. Alice nodded, her expression darkening. “Sure. But mainly their grandfather. He is an evil man. Twenty years ago