All Chapters of The Lycan King's forgotten Goddess : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lealla told herself she only wanted to see him.That was the excuse every single time.Not speak to him. Not follow him around the kingdom like some reckless immortal who had completely forgotten dignity existed. She just wanted one glimpse of him before returning home.The problem was that one glimpse was never enough anymore.By the time she reached the eastern forest, night had already settled over the mountains. Silver moonlight spilled through the trees while cold wind moved softly between branches heavy with snow.And there he was.Eros stood beside the river speaking quietly with two warriors while his horse drank from the dark water nearby. Even from a distance he carried that same impossible presence that made everything around him feel smaller somehow.Lealla stayed hidden behind the trees at first, watching him the way she always did.It should have felt wrong by now.Instead it felt comforting.Familiar.One of the warriors handed Eros a map before leaving with the other t

Lealla lasted two days.That was apparently the limit of her self control.By the third night she was pacing across her chambers while Selene watched with the exhausted expression of someone witnessing a disaster unfold in slow motion.“You’re wearing a path into the floor.”Lealla stopped briefly before continuing again. “I’m not going anywhere.”“You changed clothes four times.”“That means nothing.”“You brushed your hair twice.”Lealla frowned. “People brush their hair.”“Not while staring dramatically at earth through the palace window.”A weak laugh escaped her despite herself before she dropped onto the edge of the bed. “This is ridiculous.”“Yes,” Selene agreed immediately. “Finally, progress.”Lealla buried her face in her hands. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me.”The honesty in her voice softened something in Selene’s expression.Because beneath all the teasing and warnings, she had never seen Lealla like this before.The goddess who once treated eternity with care

The first mistake Lealla made was following him openly.The second was not realizing everyone else had started noticing.At first, Eros pretended it irritated him.He would leave council meetings only to find her wandering behind him through fortress corridors like she had nowhere better to be. She appeared near the training grounds asking questions she barely cared about just because he happened to be there. She sat through military discussions with absolutely no interest in war simply to hear his voice.And somehow, despite all his complaints, he stopped asking guards to escort her away.Which became a problem very quickly.Because people noticed everything where kings were concerned.Especially lonely kings who suddenly started looking less lonely.Lealla stood near the western courtyard holding a plate she stole from the kitchens while Eros discussed battle routes with his commanders nearby. Snow covered the fortress grounds beneath the fading afternoon sky, silver fire lamps glow

Lealla had become a problem inside Eros’s fortress without even realizing it.At first, the warriors only noticed the strange girl who kept appearing near the king. Then they started noticing how she looked at him. After that, they noticed how he looked back.And that was far more dangerous.Freya watched the memory unfold like she was standing inside it herself. Every emotion felt real. Every heartbeat belonged to her and yet didn’t. The connection was becoming impossible to separate now.The fortress looked different in those days. Warmer somehow. Less haunted.Lealla had become part of it quietly.No one knew where she came from. No one understood what she was. She appeared whenever she wanted, vanished just as easily, and somehow bypassed protections ancient witches had died creating.The guards stopped questioning it after a while because Eros stopped questioning it too.That alone terrified everyone.Freya stood inside the memory watching Lealla wander through one of the fortres

The snowstorm grew worse by nightfall.Wind slammed violently against the fortress walls while warriors rushed through corridors carrying weapons and reports from every corner of the kingdom. Nobody spoke louder than necessary anymore. Fear had settled over the fortress quietly these past few days, not because enemies surrounded them, but because their king no longer looked like himself.Eros had stopped sleeping.Dylan noticed it first.The dark circles beneath his eyes. The silence. The way his temper disappeared completely and became something colder instead. Rage could still be reasoned with. This version of Eros could not.Because this version had nothing left except obsession.“She wouldn’t want this.”Dylan regretted the words immediately.Eros stood near the massive balcony overlooking the mountains, unmoving beneath the storm outside. “You think this is about what she wants?”Dylan stayed quiet.Because honestly?He didn’t know anymore.For days Eros had hunted like a man pos