Semua Bab Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Betty’s POV"Get on your knees, wolfless freak, or I will break your legs myself."Madeline’s voice sliced through the damp, heavy air of the Blue Claw storage pavilion. She was balanced on the balls of her patent-leather heels, her pink lips curved into a cruel, perfect line. In her manicured hand, she gripped a heavy bolt of silk, emerald green and thick with dust."I don't take orders from you, Madeline," I said. My knuckles ached as I squeezed the edge of a plastic crate filled with silver tinsel. My pulse hammered a steady, violent rhythm against my ribs. "The Luna gave me a task. I am finishing it.""The Luna is my mother. That makes her my servant, and you beneath both of us." Madeline stepped into my space. The sickly sweet stench of her perfume - vanilla mixed with the chemically floral rot of alpha-blood arrogance - flooded my nose. She leaned close, her breath hot against my cheek. "Tomorrow night, the whole territory watches you fail. Two years in a row. You are a parasite

Betty’s POV"You are nothing but a broken genetic mistake, Betty, and you will not embarrass this family at the royal ball tonight."My father slammed both of his heavy fists onto the wooden kitchen table. The wood groaned under the impact, rattling the ceramic coffee mugs and sending a splash of dark liquid over the white tablecloth. I did not flinch. I kept my eyes fixed on my plate, pushing a cold piece of sausage around with my fork."I am just stating the facts, Dad," I said, my voice flat and hollow. "My eighteen birthday means nothing if my wolf cannot even surface to breathe. I am defect material. The Alpha's daughter reminds me every single day at school.""Do not speak the name of that spoiled brat in my house," my father growled, his jaw tightening until the bone clicked.My mother let out a sharp gasp, her fingers clutching the fabric of her apron. "Please, both of you. It is her birthday. Can we not have one morning without the threat of exile hanging over the kitchen?"B

Betty’s POV"Mine!"The roar ripped through the garden, heavy enough to vibrate the gravel under my slippers. A hand slammed into Luka's chest, throwing him back two steps. He stumbled, his boots skidding across the dirt before he hit the ground.My chest tightened. Inside my head, a rhythmic, frantic thumping started. My wolf, silent for two years, woke up with a violent jolt. Her energy flooded my veins, hot and demanding."Mate," I breathed. The word slipped past my lips before I could stop it.The man in front of me turned. He was broad, his shoulders blocking the light from the packhouse windows. He looked down at me with a slow, sharp smile. His dark blonde hair caught the glow of the overhead lamps, but it was his eyes that made me freeze. They were dark purple. The exact shade of the royal line."Yes, I am your mate, and you are mine, princess," he said. His voice was low, a deep rumble that vibrated right through my ribcage.I backed up a step, my heel catching on a root. The

Betty POVThe morning sun hit my face like a physical blow. I blinked hard, the glare cutting through my eyelids until the grey walls and dark blue furniture of the master suite blurred into focus. I was flat on my back on green linen sheets. Heavy. Alone.I hauled myself up, a sharp groan catching in my throat as my skull throbbed to its own violent pulse. The hangover from yesterday’s near-shift felt like a concrete block behind my eyes.At the foot of the bed sat a neat stack of clothes. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around the fabric. Adriel. His scent hit me instantly - thick, dark, and possessive. A sudden knot tightened in my chest. I had only met the Lycan yesterday, but the bond was already digging its claws into me. I didn't love him yet - not completely - but the raw, instinctual pull was undeniable. The rest would have to follow.I glanced down at my clothes. Still dressed. Robert’s gown was twisted but intact. A small ripple of relief went through me. My scars were h

Adriel POV"Look at her," I mutter, the words slipping past my teeth before I can stop them.My chest burns as I lean over the stone railing of the arena balcony. Down on the blood-stained grass, Betty stands tall. She is surrounded by hundreds of hostile wolves, alphas, and high-ranking lycans from half a dozen territories, yet she does not flinch."She is going to get herself killed," Robert grunts from behind my shoulder."Shut your mouth," I snap, my eyes locked entirely on my mate. "She is finally speaking."Betty’s voice echoes through the amphitheatre, sharp and cold, cutting through the mocking laughter of the crowd. She does not just speak. She commands. A heavy, suffocating pressure suddenly drops over the entire stadium, making the air thick and hard to breathe. It is her aura. It expands outwards in violent waves, forcing every loud-mouthed alpha in the stands to choke on their own breath."A true queen," I whisper, my pulse hammering against my ribs.I have not known her