All Chapters of The Lycan King's forgotten Goddess : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Freya drifted through darkness unable to tell whether she was asleep or drowning inside someone else’s memories again. Her body felt impossibly heavy. Every breath burned faintly in her chest while strange whispers moved through the corners of her mind like shadows searching for cracks. The liquid Aethon forced down her throat had stolen her strength completely. Even opening her eyes felt difficult.But she could still feel him coming.Eros.Somehow she knew.Not through magic. Not through destiny. Something deeper than both. The closer he came to the mountain, the more violently her heartbeat reacted. Like some invisible thread between them kept pulling tighter.Freya hated how much comfort that brought her.The darkness around her slowly shifted.Then the memories returned again.This time sharper.Clearer.Freya stood inside a massive celestial hall carved from silver stone that glowed beneath endless starlight. Voices echoed through enormous pillars while divine beings dressed in

By the time Eros reached the inner ruins, the mountain no longer sounded alive. It sounded wounded.Stone groaned beneath the weight of collapsing tunnels while ancient magic flickered through broken walls like dying stars. Blood covered the path behind him. Some belonged to enemies. Some belonged to wolves who followed him into hell without hesitation. None of it mattered anymore.Only her.That single thought had consumed everything else hours ago.The second he realized Freya was gone, something inside him stopped functioning the way it should. Logic disappeared first. Restraint followed after. By the time they reached the mountain, he had already accepted one truth with terrifying clarity.If she died in this place, nobody inside it would survive him.Dylan caught up beside him through the smoke filled corridor, breathing unevenly after the last fight. “The lower ruins are collapsing.”Eros kept walking.“There are too many barriers,” another warrior warned behind them. “This plac

The mountain broke apart around them the second Eros lost control.Stone exploded from the walls with enough force to throw several priests across the chamber while ancient symbols burned violently beneath the floor. The entire ruin groaned like something enormous had awakened underneath it. Dust filled the air. Cracks spread through pillars that had survived centuries.And at the center of it stood Eros.Freya stared at him through uneven breaths while silver light continued burning beneath her skin. She had seen him violent before. Seen him furious before. But this was different in a way that unsettled even her soul.He looked less human now.Not physically.Something deeper.Like the grief he buried for centuries had finally torn through the chains holding it back.Aethon slowly straightened despite the destruction around him. Blood stained the corner of his mouth now, but instead of fear, something almost satisfied flickered across his expression.“There you are,” he said quietly.

The mountain was collapsing around them, but Freya barely noticed anymore. Stone cracked overhead while ancient walls trembled beneath the force of breaking magic. Snow poured through the shattered ceiling in violent gusts, mixing with smoke and dust until the entire chamber looked like the ruins of a dying world. Priests fled through collapsing corridors. Wolves shouted somewhere beyond the broken tunnels. The ground itself groaned beneath their feet. Yet the only thing Freya could focus on was Eros standing in front of her with blood on his hands and fear hidden deep inside his eyes. Not fear for himself. For her. That terrified her more than the mountain ever could. The silver chains around her wrists burned harder with every passing second. Ancient symbols carved into the altar glowed violently beneath her body while power twisted beneath her skin like something alive trying to claw free. The memories would not stop now. They came faster. Sharper. Lealla laughing beneath moo

The storm followed them down the mountain like the ruins themselves refused to let them leave alive.Snow lashed across the cliffs while wolves guided the injured through narrow paths barely visible beneath the darkness. The wind tore violently through broken stone behind them where the ancient mountain continued collapsing into itself. Every few minutes another roar echoed from somewhere deep beneath the ruins, shaking the earth hard enough to remind everyone they escaped something far worse than priests and celestial chains tonight.Freya walked beside Eros in silence.Or at least she tried to.Her body still felt unstable. Too much power moved beneath her skin now, restless and unfamiliar, while Lealla’s memories continued surfacing without warning. Sometimes entire moments flashed through her mind so vividly she forgot where she actually was. Sometimes emotions crashed into her chest hard enough to leave her breathless.And somehow Eros noticed every single shift in her expression