The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate: Rise of the Traitor's Daughter-Chapter 181: A Goddess’s Rampage

Zane~

Fox’s voice kept flowing through the mind link like an ice cold river.

"She’d just gotten home, Zane. Natalie had barely teleported back after dropping you off. Didn’t even have time to take off her boots."

I staggered, hand braced against the wall—cracks still etched where my rage had struck.

"What... what happened?"

His tone shifted—low, raw, like gravel dragged across glass.

"She felt it," Fox said. "Through the bond. Alex’s pain hit the air out of her. Dropped her to her knees. Just for a heartbeat. But by the time she rose—"

His silence said the rest.

My chest compressed, folding in on itself like dying stars.

"She felt his pain—"

"She heard him too," Fox cut in, voice sharp. "He was calling out. Bleeding. Crying for her. For you. Begging. Whispering your names like a prayer."

I shut my eyes.

And there it was. Alex, small and fragile, reaching out. Shirt soaked in red. Voice cracking. Calling out for his parents.

Fox let out a breath. It shook.

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"What do you mean ’snapped’?"

"I mean the dam broke," he said, voice low. "Goddess rage. Pure, unfiltered divinity in a woman-shaped storm. Zane—she became wrath. I’ve seen war. Monsters. But that?"

A pause.

"That was something else. Terrifying. And... honestly? Beautiful."

I couldn’t speak.

Fox’s voice dropped, calm like the eye of a hurricane.

"She wiped them out. Your father’s men. The guards. All of them. But not before she got to Alex. Scooped him into her arms. Held him while he bled onto her shoulder."

Then, after a heartbeat, Fox continued:

"And then she looked up."

A chill slithered down my spine.

"The guards closest to her? They didn’t even get a chance to scream," Fox said, his voice low. "Jasmine exploded out of her like a living storm. Steel fangs. Eyes like collapsing stars. She shredded them—like they were nothing. Limbs flying. Bones snapping with a flick of her wrist."

"Dear moon..."

"There was blood everywhere," Fox continued casually, like he was talking about the weather. "She even set one guy on fire—with a look, Zane. A stare straight to the forehead. Boom. Ashes."

I stumbled back, collapsing onto the nearest bench, vision swimming like I was sinking underwater.

"She’s never done that before," I whispered, breathless.

Fox gave a dark chuckle. "Actually... she has."

I snapped upright. "What do you mean?"

"She’s gone full goddess rage twice before. Two different lifetimes."

My throat tightened. "What set her off?"

He hesitated. "Both times? Someone hurt Alex."

The world seemed to stop.

Somewhere deep in my chest, something cracked—like the echo of an old earthquake still rumbling beneath the surface.

"...Wait."

My voice was flat. Careful.

"Fox, what do you mean someone hurt Alex?"

Silence.

Then he said, "It’s... not important right now."

"Fox."

He sighed, irritated. "It’s a story for another time, alright? Stay focused."

"No. No, Fox." I leaned in. "You said lifetimes—plural. Are you saying Alex has always been with us? Even before this life?"

"I said focus," Fox snapped, dodging the question. "Right now, you’ve got a bigger problem."

My mind reeled, but I locked my jaw. "Where is she?"

"Currently?" Fox’s tone was way too upbeat for comfort. "Jacob, Bubble, and Tiger are trying to hold her back from storming the palace. But she’s... you know... Natalie. Full divine-rage mode. And she’s too strong, Zane. They’re barely keeping her from tearing the place apart. For now."

I shot to my feet. "You’re kidding."

"I wish I was. This isn’t a drill," Fox said, suddenly serious. "She’s already finished off the guards. All of them. The last one got his mind ripped open like a book. She found out it was your father behind it. The man said it was King’s orders."

My blood turned to ice.

"She won’t listen to anyone. She just wants to get to the palace."

Fox’s voice dropped like a secret. "She told Jacob—and I quote—she’s going to flay your father alive and turn his throne into a dog bowl. Word. For. Word."

I couldn’t even speak.

"Oh, and Jacob also said she threatened to burn down the entire east wing and carve ’Try Me Again’ into the marble floor." Fox’s voice was dry now. "So, y’know. Just your average Tuesday."

My jaw hung open.

"Tiger tried the whole ’calm the goddess’ speech. Balance, peace, harmony... that Zen garbage." A beat. "She laughed. Laughed, Zane. Then elbowed a tree in half."

"Fox."

"Yeah?"

"Where is she now?"

"Trying to tear a hole in the sky to teleport to the palace. And no—I’m not exaggerating. She screamed, ’I am the damn storm,’ and the sky cracked like glass."

My legs stopped working.

Fox’s tone turned grim. "You need to hide your father."

"Fox—"

"No, listen. Lock him in a dungeon. Dress him up like a potted plant. I don’t care. Just hide him. Because Natalie is coming, and she’s about to make the Underworld look like a weekend retreat."

"But Alex—"

"Is fine," Fox snapped. "She’s healed him. He stopped bleeding, the wound completely disappeared and now he’s giggling at my hair. He’s safe. Natalie, though? Not even close."

I forced myself to my feet, knees shaking.

"Wait—what about the barrier?"

"What? How did you—" He cut himself off with a groan. "Yes. Jacob put it up. Tiger’s reinforcing it. And Jacob’s controlling the winds in case she decides to fly over it."

"She can fly now?!"

"Zane. She brought a man back from the dead. You think flight is a problem?"

I rubbed my temples, already spiraling. "This is a nightmare."

"Nope. This is love, buddy," Fox said, fully exasperated. "This is what happens when the woman you love goes full Mama Wolf for your kid."

There was a brief pause then Fox spoke again.

"You’re lucky she loves you."

Another pause followed.

"...I think."

I glared at nothing. "Fox."

"What?"

"What do I do?"

"Decide if your dad wants to see another sunrise. And then hide him."

"Where?!"

"I don’t know! Bubble’s bathtub? The moon? The back of your fridge? Just do something!"

I groaned and banged my head into the nearest wall.

Fox sighed. "Look, I gotta go. Jacob’s yelling something about a containment breach, and Natalie is glowing again. So yeah—do your thing, Prince Charming. Save your kingdom. Maybe your dad."

"Fox, wait—!"

But the link cut out.

Silence swallowed the corridor.

The torches flickered like they were afraid. I stood alone, heart thundering, mind racing.

Natalie had gone full goddess.

Because of Alex.

Because someone dared to hurt our child.

And somehow—impossibly, terrifyingly—that little boy was the center of her universe.

Of my universe.

Something deep inside me shifted. Solidified. A truth I could no longer deny.

Natalie wasn’t just the girl I loved.

She was our goddess.

And she was coming for my father.