The Lycan's Forbidden Mate novel Chapter 178

178 Blood and butterflies (1)

Vladmir nodded in agreement, his eyes turning into their silver wolf–like

form.

“Attack!!!!” There came a wail of great intensity from a deep, foreign voice in the distance.

Without hesitation, all of the wolves brandishing their pitchforks started to hurl them in the direction of the group.

Every pitchfork froze in midair and every fire torch burst fiercely as it approached them, frightening the werewolves.

“Aim high and stay up! Defend your rights! Your decisions!” That strange voice cried out once more, much louder this time.

With purpose and fury, every werewolf let forth howls.

“This is suicide.” Danil’s expression darkened as he whispered.

“That voice… Who is that?” Pavel clenched his hand and whispered.

“Sasha, are you doing this?” The pitchforks were hovering in front of them, surprising Rhaziel, who questioned.

Startled, Sasha shook her head. “No.”

Ophelia turned to see Vladmir, who was likewise shaking his head. “Neither is it Nikolai. Who is it?”

The wolves started charging at that very time, growling in an attempt to kill and torment.

Out of nowhere, “STAND DOWN!” With a howl that echoed loudly with the wind and a recognisable feminine voice, Alina emerged from the castle and stood between Pavel, Danil, and Boris.

173 Blood and butterflies (1)

But as the wolves all paused, startled. The world froze, and just behind Nikolai materialized a massive, towering shape shrouded in crimson mist.

Ophelia gasped.

The voice cooed to Ophelia, “Hello there. “Aren’t you a beauty?” And the hand, coated in mist, reached over Nikolai’s shoulder and towards her.

She held her breath, her eyes changing into a golden reptilian shape, and then, in an instant, she shoved Nikolai to the right, where Vladmir grasped and momentarily restrained him.

“Ophelia!” Panicked, Lev cried out. His fist clenched, but he did not move. And due to the oppressive atmosphere, Ophelia was unable to adequately regulate her reasoning. Currently, the castle guards were holding off the invading werewolves, and thankfully, despite the difficulties, they were managing to repress.

The crimson mist pulled back his hand and gave a deep laugh. “How protective.”

“Who are you?” Ophelia questioned, fury glaring in her eyes.

“Someone stronger than a demon lycan.” The crimson mist hissed in laughter. “And someone who had taken a fancy of you.”

Ophelia’s mouth contorted with revulsion. Her dagger appeared in her hand and changed into a sword that was blazing in an instant. “Leave or I will kill you without batting an eye.”

“Marvelous.” The deep voice sighed in satisfaction as it stated.

Ophelia leveled a sneer at Rhaziel with a sidelong glance, who continued to hold her close friend. Did he not have the intention of fighting this mist? Rather, the demon appeared quite indifferent. Whoever this being was, it was almost as though he had anticipated this. And Pain, the Tiger Phoenix, Nikolai’s guardian beast who shielded him from danger at all costs….. It

178 Blood and butterflies (1)

would indicate that this being had no intention of hurting Nikolai if he was not attacking.

“Leave.” Ophelia growled, golden scales forming beneath her eyes.

“If you say so.” The mist laughed and was gone in an instant.

The werewolves all suddenly lost consciousness, leaving the castle guards

ed but also relieved.

bew

et down her guard with a great heave, then glanced up at Alina d at the castle’s entrance. Her lips quirked as the oracle then gave ious look and a slight nod of acceptance.

eing was unlike any other if he could somehow brainwash the wolves. Was it his intention to remove Nikolai from the throne?

helia’s expression hardened as she cast a harsh glance at Rhaziel. “Do I ave to question my husband or his good friend?”

Rhaziel bowed his head slightly and smiled slightly. “Your husband.”

At that very moment, Vladmir let out/an agonized scream and Ophelia looked over to find Nikolai wide awake. With a pulsating, maniacally gaze, his clawed hand was grasping Vladmir’s neck, and his fangs were in full display.

Naturally, Ophelia sighed. “Hungry Nikolai it is,” She approached him, both hands snagging his wrist, and meeting his gaze directly. “Let go of him, Nikolai Novikov.”

Nikolai’s eyes dilated wildly. “Darling?” And a sinister smirk graced his face. “Come on.” Gently, she spoke, and he gradually freed Vladmir’s neck.

Fr

ot to his feet, coughed, and fled into the castle at

him. After all, he had lost his voice. Just as she

178 Blood and butterflies (1)

was about to release Nikolai’s wrist and turn to face Lev to have a conversation with him, Nikolai grabbed hold of her cloak, and the two of them disappeared, appearing in the bedroom.

He hurled her against the wall in an instant, and Ophelia felt her back hit the wall with such force that she had to lower her head and cough violently.

“Fuck you!” She growled and directed her angry, reptilian eyes at him. “Goddamn.” Nikolai hissed in frustration raking his fingers through his hair.

He wanted nothing more than to plunge his fangs to her neck as soon as they appeared deranged v than her

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify