Chapter
Chapters
Chapter 1: Crash Landing
Chapter 2: Intruder
Chapter 3: Fragile
Chapter 4: Reject
Chapter 5: Privacy
Chapter 6: The Lycan’s Betrothed
Chapter 7: A Female Companion
Chapter 8: The Blood Pact
Chapter 9: Dictator
Chapter 10: The Outside World
Chapter 11: Pathetic
Chapter 12: Reckless
Chapter 13: The Executioner
Chapter 14: The Queen
Chapter 15: A Gift
Chapter 16: Nightmares
Chapter 17: Bloodstains
Chapter 18: The Hot Spring
Chapter 19: Interest
Chapter 20: Loyalty
Chapter 21: A Game of Strategy
Chapter 22: Escape Artist
Chapter 23: Take My Chances
Chapter 24: The Tavern
Chapter 25: Ritual
Chapter 26: Jealous
Chapter 27: Chicken
Chapter 28: Hopes and Dreams
Chapter 29: Fire & Ash
Chapter 30: Summoned
Chapter 31: No Body
Chapter 32: A Good Horse
Chapter 33: Hot Bath
Chapter 34: Angry
Chapter 35: Matchmaker
Chapter 36: A Royal Challenge
Chapter 37: The Ultimate Victor
Chapter 38: Just for Show
Chapter 39: Blessing in Disguise
Chapter 40: Blade for Blade
Chapter 41: Barbaric Beauty
Chapter 42: Worst Case Scenario
Chapter 43: Just a Taste
Chapter 44: Morning Ride
Chapter 45: Silver Tears
Chapter 46: Healing Tears
Chapter 47: A Father’s Call
Chapter 48: The Future Queen
Chapter 49: Chin Up
Chapter 50: First Kill
Chapter 51: One of Us
Chapter 52: A Good Lycan Woman
Chapter 53: A Late Night
Chapter 54: The Ivory Knife
Chapter 55: Home Away From Home
Chapter 56: Curing Death
Chapter 57: A Public Appearance
Chapter 58: The Masquerade
Chapter 59: A Night in Heaven
Chapter 60: Gone
Chapter 61: For Love
Chapter 62: Ashes to Ashes
Chapter 63: Leave It All Behind
Chapter 64: A Traitor’s Head
Chapter 65: For Our Prince
Chapter 66: They Need a King
Chapter 67: The Luna From Prophecy
Chapter 68: The Succession Battle
Chapter 69: Long May They Reign
Chapter 70: Epilogue
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Chapter 68: The Succession Battle
Neil
The blade in my hand felt heavier than it usually did. Maybe it was just my exhaustion, or maybe it was the weight of the crown that I wasn’t wearing yet that was dragging me down.
Or maybe it was the feeling of everyone’s eyes on me. The warmth of my father’s blood still coating my hands. ...