All Chapters of Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Betty’s POV“Novalee is your daughter.”My words did not drop between us. They cut straight into the freezing mountain air. The old King stood entirely still on the gravel. His heavy jaw tightened until the skin over his cheekbones turned white.He gave a single, rigid nod.“Yes. But she does not know that.”“Then you need to recognize her,” I said. I turned my head toward the dark stone walls of the castle. My hands were balled into tight fists inside my pockets. “You need to do it properly this time. Let her be a princess. Give her the title. If you do not do that - ”A low, vibrating rumble started deep inside his chest. The vibration hit the gravel beneath my boots.“I cannot do that.”“Then the curse stays broken.” I stepped closer into his space. I forced him to look down into my eyes. “Do you trust me?”The King did not blink

Adriel POV"Wake up, Betty, because I am not going to ask twice."My voice rasps through the dark room. The air is thick, choked with the heavy, sweet scent of her heat. It coats the back of my throat. It drives the wolf beneath my skin insane.She lies on the mattress, her hair a messy tangle against the pillows. Her skin is flushed pink, radiating a feverish warmth that fills the entire space. Outside, the rain slaps hard against the window pane. Inside, there is only the sound of her ragged breathing and the thud of my own pulse."Move over," Mitchell growls from the edge of the bed.He shoves past me. His shoulder digs hard into my chest. He is already half out of his mind with the scent. His pupils are dilated, turning his eyes into solid black discs."I am first," I say, my hand snapping out to grip his forearm. My fingers dig deep into his muscle. "Do not crowd her."Mitchell grunts, baring his

The King’s POV"You need to step away from the children, Kinslee."The words cut through the heavy, stagnant air of the ground floor corridor. My voice did not shake. It carried the full weight of the throne, even if my chest felt like it was being compressed by iron bands.Kinslee did not flinch. She kept her back to me, her fingers resting lightly on the shoulder of the small girl from Betty’s old pack. The child blinked up at me, her blue eyes wide and entirely too innocent for this castle. She reminded me of Nina. The similarity twisted something sharp and bitter deep inside my gut."I was only showing her the way to the courtyard," Kinslee said. She turned around slowly, her skirts sweeping across the stone floor with a dry, hissing sound. Her expression was a mask of perfect, chilling calm. "The palace is far too large for a little thing like her to wander alone. Don't you think?""I think you have played the caretaker for long en

Betty POV"Open your eyes, Betty."Treasure's voice is too close. Her breath smells like raw iron and old copper."They are going to tear you apart from the inside if you do not force them down," Kinslee snaps. A sharp slap hits my right thigh. Hard. The pain is a dull throb through the numbness, but it does not stop the war ripping through my chest."I cannot," I choke out. The words taste like ash. "They are too strong.""They are stubborn," Kinslee says, her fingers digging into my shoulders until the bone clicks. "April is a lycan. Ashlyn is a creature of pride. They would rather kill you than share the same bloodline. Fix it."I grid my teeth. The dirt beneath my palms is cold. We are in the middle of the clearing, the tarmac of the old pack road just ten yards away, but my head is trapped in a dark room. I shut my eyes. I do not just look inside my mind. I smash through the wall.The mental space is not a pretty meadow. It is a

Betty POV"Novalee, drop the shield right now!"I roar the words through the mindlink, forcing the mental command through the thick, suffocating wall of her panic.Novalee flinches. Her hands tremble against the air, her knuckles white as she struggles to hold the shimmering dome of energy above our heads. A violent shudder ripples through her entire body.Above us, the sky is nothing but a roaring sheet of flame. Luca's magic slams into the barrier, turning the transparent sphere into a cage of blinding, crackling fire. The heat bakes down through the glass-like shield, scorching the grass at my feet and turning the air into pure petrol fumes."Betty, no!" Novalee gasps aloud, her voice cracking under the pressure. "The fire will consume us!""Drop it!" I snap, my voice cutting through the roar of the blaze. "Now!"She cuts the power. The shield vanishes into thin air with a sharp, static pop.The massive wall of fire plunges