All Chapters of BRED BY THE SUPREME LYCAN : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I squeezed my eyes shut, expecting the worst."Vanya? I thought I heard someone’s voice..."I opened my eyes to see Kaelven gone. Maya was standing there, holding a tray of steaming porridge and honeyed fruit."Nobody is here, it’s just me," I stammered, my pulse echoing in my ears like a frantic drum.Maya stood by the bed, her brow furrowed, her eyes darting to the space behind me where Kaelven had been a heartbeat ago. "I guess I’m just on edge," she muttered, rubbing her temples. "Forget it. Eat up, then get dressed, Vanya. We need to go out. The Solstice Festival is only a day away, and you know it’s the biggest event in our kingdom. Every girl reaching her eighteenth year expects to receive her wolf during the ceremonies. And if you pray to the Goddess with enough faith, you might even find your fated mate."She sighed, her posture sagging as she set the tray down. "You know, Vanya, I’ve been praying every night for this festival to bring me something more. My heart aches fo

Ronan didn’t hesitate. He jammed the pistol barrel into Torin’s temple, forcing him to stumble toward the vehicle.​"Move," Ronan commanded, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth. "You are coming with us for a ride."​The guards stood frozen, terrified to get close. Ronan kicked the back of Torin's legs, forcing him down into the dirt, Kaelven didn't waste a single second he stepped forward and shoved Torin into the backseat like a sack of trash.As The engine roared to life, before the guards could even process what was happening, we sped off, leaving them stranded in our dust.​The ride back to the palace was filled with a suffocating tension,i stared out the window, my body trembling, while Kaelven kept his eyes on the road, When we finally reached the palace, Kaelven carried me inside, his grip firm and protectiveI was still sobbing, the memory of the room and Torin's touch burning my skin, while Maya walked beside us, rubbing my arm and whispering words of comfort.Before we

i woke up to the sound of screaming. Not a roar, not a growl, but human terror.​My head pulsed as if a hammer was smashing against my skull. I pushed myself up, my palms scraping against the rough wood of the platform. The smells like burnt hair. Around me, the arena was in chaos. People were screaming, some falling to their knees, others pointing at me with eyes wide with horror.​"Vanya, Vanya, answer me."​Maya was leaning over me, her face pale, her hands shaking as she grabbed my shoulders. I looked down at my hands. They were trembling, but they were still human. I didn't shift. I was still just me.​"I didn't..." My voice cracked. "I didn't turn."​The silence that followed was agonizing. Everywhere I looked, I saw the disappointment on the faces of the pack elders and the pity in the eyes of the servants who had watched me grow up. People were whispering among themselves, pointing fingers and turning away as if I were something diseased. I stood there, exposed and hollow,

I blinked, my eyes struggling to focus it felt as if the walls were tilting downward, I tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea forced me back down.​"Careful, Vanya."​I turned, my breath hitching in my throat. Garrick was sitting in the chair by the window. His arm was in a sling, and a thin, jagged line of stitches ran from his jaw down his neck. Beside him, Kaelven was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.​"Garrick?" I muttered, my voice shaky. "How long have I been here?" "Two weeks, he said, you have been unconscious for two weeks."​I grabbed his sleeve, my fingers trembling. "Two... weeks? Where is Dad? Did you find him? Please, tell me you have a lead."Garrick stood up, moving toward the bed with a stiffness that clearly signaled his body was still healing. He placed a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to lean back. "The doctors said you need to recover, Vanya, your body is still weak, you don't need to worry abo

The guard shoved me into the center of the hall. I stumbled, nearly losing my footing, with Maya gasping right beside me. The room went dead silent. Every eye in the council hall locked onto me. They looked at me as if I had just set the palace on fire.Garrick stepped forward, his face pale, his hands reaching for me. "Vanya, what are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here."I looked at him, then at the rows of old men sitting at the table. My blood boiled. "And you, Garrick? How can you stand there and look at them? How can you let them debate if our father deserves to live?"One of the elders looked at me, his eyes cold and dismissive. "She is just a child. Do not take her seriously. She knows nothing of the weight we carry.""A child?" I stepped toward the table, ignoring the way Kaelven shifted signaling for me to shut up. "I am the only one in this room who is not acting like a coward! You elders sit here, hiding behind your titles and your dusty traditions, while you d