Ch: 121 The Weight of Two Months.

The weeks that followed blurred together in a haze of sleepless nights and stolen moments of joy.Lyris had her father's temperament—fierce, demanding, refusing to sleep unless someone was holding her. Aldron was quieter, more contemplative, but when he cried, it was with a fury that shook the walls. Between the two of them, Ares and I were running on fumes and adrenaline."She's doing it again," Ares muttered one night, or maybe it was early morning—time had lost all meaning. He was pacing the room with Lyris against his shoulder, patting her back while she wailed. "I've fed her, changed her, burped her. What else could she possibly want?""She wants to make sure we know who's in charge," I said from the bed, where I was nursing Aldron. "She's establishing dominance early.""Well, it's working." Ares looked down at his daughter with an expression that was equal parts exasperation and pure adoration. "You're a tiny tyrant, you know that?"Lyris responded by spitting up on his shoulder

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Ch: 122 The Gift of Trust.

The four months passed in a strange blur of sleepless nights and precious firsts.Lyris smiled for the first time at six weeks old—a real smile, not just gas—and Ares nearly cried. Aldron discovered his hands at two months and spent hours staring at them like they were the most fascinating things in existence. By three months, they were starting to develop distinct personalities that went beyond "screaming" and "sleeping."Lyris was bold and demanding, always reaching for things just beyond her grasp, frustrated when the world didn't bend to her will. Aldron was quieter, more observant, but when he wanted something, he was just as stubborn as his sister. He just went about it differently."She's going to be a warrior," Ares said one afternoon, watching Lyris grab at a dangling toy with fierce determination. "Look at that grip. She's got her mother's stubbornness.""And Aldron?" I asked, rocking our son gently as he dozed against my chest."A strategist. He watches everything, figures

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Ch: 123 The Temple of Echoes.

The two weeks passed too quickly.One moment I was agreeing to the ritual, feeling brave and certain, and the next I was standing in our chambers watching Ares pack supplies for the journey."We don't need that much," I said, watching him stuff another set of daggers into his travel bag. "Perla said the temple is only a day's ride from here.""I don't care what Perla said." He didn't look up, his jaw set in that stubborn way that meant arguing would be pointless. "We're going into unknown territory to perform an ancient ritual that requires your blood. I'm bringing weapons."I couldn't exactly fault his logic. I moved to the twins' bassinet, looking down at Lyris and Aldron. They were awake. In two weeks, they'd grown so much. Lyris's eyes were starting to look more green than blue, and Aldron had Ares's dark hair coming in thicker."I don't want to leave them," I whispered.Ares stopped packing. He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my should

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Ch: 124 Blood and Stone.

The temple appeared like something out of a nightmare.It wasn't grand or beautiful like I'd imagined. It was ancient—older than anything I'd ever seen. Crumbling stone pillars rose from the earth at odd angles, covered in moss and vines that seemed to move even when there was no wind. In the center stood a circular platform, and at its heart, a stone altar stained dark with something I didn't want to think about."This is it?" I asked, my voice sounding small in the heavy silence."This is it," Perla confirmed, dismounting from her horse with fluid grace. "The Temple of Echoes. One of the oldest sacred sites in existence."Ares was already off his horse, his hand on the dagger at his hip. His silver eyes swept the clearing, cataloging every shadow, every potential threat. "It's too quiet."He was right. No birds sang in the trees. No insects buzzed in the grass. Even our horses shifted nervously, their ears pinned back."The veil is thin here," Perla said, walking toward the temple w

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Ch: 125 The Choice.

The wind picks up, howling through the ruined temple like a living thing. The candles around the altar flicker wildly but refuse to go out, as if held by invisible hands."Yara." Perla's voice has taken on a desperate edge. "Please. Just listen to me for one moment—""We're done listening," Ares snarls. His body is coiled tight, ready to strike. "We're leaving. Now.""You can't." Perla's hand moves to her belt, and suddenly she's holding a blade of her own—longer than the ceremonial dagger, wickedly sharp. "I won't let you."I feel the Mark on my hand flare hot, responding to the threat. Energy surges through me, the ancient power of my bloodline rising to the surface. "You're going to stop us? Your own daughter?""I'm saving us!" Perla's voice cracks. "Don't you see? This is the only way we can be whole again. The only way our family can be complete.""Our family?" I laugh, the sound bitter and broken. "You don't want a family, Perla. You want a resurrection. And you were willing to

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Ch: 126 The Last Gift.

Her hand was cold.She led me to the altar without a word.Behind me, I could hear Ares's breathing. Shallow. Wet. Slowing.Don't listen, I told myself. Don't look back. If you look back, you won't be able to do this.So I looked forward instead. At the stone. At the dark, ancient symbols carved into its surface that seemed to writhe in the flickering candlelight. At the shallow basin in its center, stained black from centuries of blood."It won't hurt long," Perla said softly.The laugh that came out of me was half a sob. "You know, for someone who claims to love me, you have a very strange definition of comfort."She didn't answer.I placed my palm flat against the cold stone. The Mark on my hand blazed immediately—white-hot, furious—as if it recognized what I was about to do and wanted me to stop. I felt it pulse against my skin like a second heartbeat. Like a warning.I know, I told it silently. But what choice do I have?Ares made a sound behind me. Something broken and desperate

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Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 126

Ch: 121 The Weight of Two Months.

Ch: 122 The Gift of Trust.

Ch: 123 The Temple of Echoes.

Ch: 124 Blood and Stone.

Ch: 125 The Choice.

Ch: 126 The Last Gift.