Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan King's forgotten Goddess : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Sleep should have come easily after everything my body had been through.Instead, my mind refused to shut up.Even wrapped in warm blankets, lying in a bed softer than anything I’d ever slept in, surrounded by a strange kind of safety I still didn’t fully trust, one thought kept circling through my head.The queen.Eros Draven — the king every Alpha feared, the male powerful enough to silence entire rooms just by walking into them — had once loved someone.Not out of duty.Not because politics demanded it.Not some ceremonial Luna chosen to strengthen alliances.Someone real.And for reasons I couldn’t explain, that bothered me far more than it should have.I stared up at the dark ceiling, annoyed with myself.This was ridiculous.His past shouldn’t matter to me.And yet it did.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.“My lady?”Maria stepped into the room carrying water and medicine. She looked more comfortable around me now than before, though there was still caution in the way she mo

Draven Fortress woke before sunrise.Not slowly. Not peacefully.Chaos ripped through the palace like a storm.Guards ran through endless corridors with weapons drawn while servants dropped trays and lanterns across marble floors. Silver flames flickered violently inside iron sconces, shadows twisting against ancient walls every time another pulse of pressure rolled through the fortress.Nobody understood what was happening.But everyone felt it.Fear spread quickly because wolves understood power better than anyone.And whatever was shaking the fortress now was not normal.A young guard stumbled against the eastern hallway wall, clutching his chest. “What the hell is that?”Another wolf looked upstairs, pale. “It’s coming from above.”“No,” an older warrior said quietly, his eyes darkening. “It’s coming from her.”Silence followed.Then understanding.“The rogue girl.”“Freya.”Another violent pulse slammed through the fortress.Marble cracked beneath their feet. Torches went out ins

Freya woke to silence.Not peaceful silence. Heavy silence. The kind that made the room feel too still, too watchful.For a few seconds she stayed where she was, staring at the ceiling while memories from the night before slowly returned.The fortress shaking.Silver light flooding her room.Servants panicking in the halls.Power tearing out of her while she slept.And Eros standing in the middle of it all with an expression she still couldn’t forget.Not shock.Something deeper.Something unsettled.A knock sounded softly at the door.Maria stepped inside carrying folded clothes, visible relief crossing her face when she saw Freya awake.“You’re finally up.”Freya pushed herself upright carefully, ignoring the ache still lingering in her ribs. “I’m guessing last night wasn’t exactly peaceful.”Maria laughed nervously. “That depends on how much destruction you consider acceptable.”Freya narrowed her eyes. “What happened?”Maria hesitated.That was the answer.“The entire fortress fel

Freya had never liked silence.Not because it frightened her, but because silence always seemed to carry memories with it. The quieter the world became, the louder her thoughts turned.And inside Eros’s fortress, silence felt alive.It followed her through the long stone corridors, through towering halls lit by silver fire, through the cold beauty of a place built for a king who had spent centuries alone. Even surrounded by guards, servants, and warriors, the fortress never truly felt occupied.It felt haunted.Freya stood near one of the enormous balcony windows overlooking the cliffs below. Dawn had not fully arrived yet. The sky remained dark blue, stretched with fading stars and silver mist rolling across the mountains beneath the fortress.Beautiful.Lonely.A lot like him.“You’re staring again.”Freya glanced sideways as Dylan walked toward her carrying two cups of tea. Unlike everyone else in the fortress, he no longer looked terrified speaking to her. Exhausted sometimes. Con

The prison felt colder after the stranger spoke.She does not belong here.The words stayed lodged inside Freya’s chest long after silence settled across the underground chamber. Torches flickered weakly against damp stone walls while distant water dripped somewhere deeper below, the sound slow and hollow.Freya stared at the hooded man behind the iron bars, her pulse uneven.Eros stood beside her, still as death itself.The prisoner smiled faintly from the shadows. “You feel it already, don’t you?”Freya frowned. “Feel what?”“The memories.”Her chest tightened instantly.Eros’s voice cut sharply through the room. “Enough.”But the stranger ignored him completely.“You wake up exhausted even after sleeping,” he continued calmly, his eyes fixed on Freya. “You see places you’ve never visited. Hear voices you shouldn’t recognize.” His smile deepened slightly. “And every time you look at him, something inside you aches.”Freya’s breathing turned uneven.Because every word was true.“How