Camelot's Secret Heir: Bound to the Lycan King
"Love doesn't protect the border," he said, rejecting her while she carried his secret heir.
Five years later, she is the fake fiancée of his deadliest enemy... and she’s hiding a child with the Golden Eyes of a King.
"I reject you, Elara Vance."
Five years ago, Alpha Kael of Camelot chose power over love.
Believing the lies of his corrupt Oracle and Elara’s own foster sister, he publicly banished his fated mate on his ascension day, leaving her with nothing but a broken heart—and a secret growing inside her.
Now, Elara is a rogue herbalist living in the shadows, her life revolving around her five-year-old son, Leo.
But Leo carries a deadly curse.
To save him, Elara must venture into uncharted territory to steal a legendary Orchid from the most dangerous man on the continent: King Darius of the Lycans.
She infiltrates the Palace, but the Ruthless King catches her red-handed.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't snap your neck right now," Darius growls.
"Because," Elara gasps, "I'm the only one who can wake your guards up."
Intrigued by her skills and cornered by the Council into a forced marriage, Darius offers Elara a devil’s bargain:
The Orchid for her life.
"Marry me for one year. Convince the world you are mine, and I will save your son."
Elara accepts, dyeing her son’s hair black to hide his identity.
But deception is fragile.
When a Peace Summit brings her vengeful Ex to the palace, Elara’s secrets are one washed-out hair dye away from being revealed.
With a Lycan King stealing her heart and an Alpha hunting her son, Elara must decide:
Keep running, or unleash the wolf within.
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Chapter: Chapter 7: Even Heaven demands death.-ELARA-The sun was just beginning to bleed over the horizon as we reached the ridge overlooking Rogue City. From up here, the sprawling slums looked peaceful– a grey scab on the landscape below us. But I knew better. Down there, desperation had teeth.Marcus pulled back on the reins, bringing the horse to a halt. The beast huffed, stomping at the ground as if unhappy about being so close to the stench of the lower city."We ride down," Marcus said, shifting his weight in the saddle. "We grab the boy, and we leave.""No," I said. I slid off the back of the horse before he could protest, my boots hitting the mud with a wet slap. "We can't go down there.""It wasn't a request," Marcus said, his voice cold. He pulled on the reins, turning the horse’s head to begin the descent."And I'm telling you it's a mistake," I countered sharply, stepping in front of the beast. "You can't ride a Lycan warhorse down there! If you ride that beast into the slums, you'll paint a target on our backs. A
Last Updated: 2026-02-15
Chapter: Chapter 6: The King’s Watchdog.-ELARA-The heavy oak doors of the Throne Room groaned shut behind me, severing the connection to the chaos inside, the heavy silence of the corridor crashing down on me like a physical weight.Marcus didn't speak, and strode ahead without waiting or looking at me, his silk robes rustling in the bitter wind. I trailed behind him, clutching my empty satchel to my chest. My heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs as the adrenaline from the throne room began to fade, leaving only the icy terror of what I had just done.I had lied to a room full of apex predators. A council of the most dangerous people in the continent. And had bound my son to a throne built on blood.As we swept down the grand hallway, past alcoves and guard posts, servants flattened themselves against the walls, making way for us and lowering their heads. Well, for Marcus. But I could feel their gazes crawling over me. I heard the sharp intake of breath as they took in my muddy boots leaving tracks on
Last Updated: 2026-02-13
Chapter: Chapter 5: Two lies make a third.-ELARA-I didn't have time to wash the mud from my boots. I barely had time to wipe the dirt from my face with the hem of my dress before Darius was moving, and I was forced to move with him.He didn't drag me, but he didn't exactly wait for me either. His large, rough hand engulfed mine, his grip firm and possessive, pulling me down the long, torch-lit corridor.I was breathless, trying to keep up with his pace. Every step Darius took was heavy with purpose, his boots echoing like thunder against the stone floor. He towered over me, a mountain of black fabric and muscle, making me feel small beside him.As we swept down the hallway, the Lycan guards posted at intervals collapsed into bows, snapping their fists to their chests and lowering their heads as Darius passed, their eyes fixed on the floor, too terrified to meet his gaze.Behind us, Marcus trailed close. He walked with his arms folded tightly behind his back, his head bowed in a mixture of reverence and anxiety, like a man wa
Last Updated: 2026-02-12
Chapter: Chapter 4: The Devil's Contract.-ELERA-"A negotiation," Darius repeated, the word rolling off his tongue with dark amusement. "You are in no position to negotiate, little thief.I could summon a dozen guards to replace the ones you drugged. I could have you skinned and hung from the gates as a warning to the next rogue who thinks my sanctuary is a garden."I swallowed hard, chest burning as my mind panicked for what to say next."You could," I rasped, my voice returning. "But then you’d never know how I brewed a sedative strong enough to drop a Lycan in ten seconds without magic.”Darius tilted his head at me, his grip on my neck slowly easing. His fingers lingered on my pulse point for one terrifying second longer, then he released me.He took a step back, the cold aura of his power retracting just enough to let me gasp for air. I slumped against the stone dais, clutching my throat, heart still slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird but I forced myself to meet his gaze.His hand shot at me, stripped the satc
Last Updated: 2026-01-28
Chapter: Chapter 3: The Shadow in the Lion’s Den-ELERA-The Obsidian Palace looked nothing like a home. It looked like a weapon carved from black mountain stone.I crouched in the mud at the base of the perimeter wall, the rain plastering my hair to my skull. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, but my hands were steady. Like the hands of a surgeon and a herbalist."Three," I whispered, watching the patrol pattern of the Lycan guards above. " Two… One."The guards turned the corner.I didn't have wolf speed nor Alpha strength. But I had desperation. And I had chemistry.I pulled a small, wax-sealed pouch from my belt. Inside was a blend of crushed Valerian root, concentrated Lavender oil, and a pinch of Midnight Moss. It was a potent, fast-acting sedative I had brewed myself.I didn't plan to kill anyone. Killing a Lycan guard would bring an army down on the Rogue City. I just needed them to sleep for a bit.I tossed the pouch over the wall, letting the wind carry the faint, sweet scent downward. And soon the soun
Last Updated: 2026-01-28
Chapter: Chapter 2: The Boy with the Burning Blood.-ELARA-(Five Years Later)Rogue City didn't smell like rain and pine like the forests of Camelot. It smelled of wet dog, desperate unwashed bodies, and the metallic tang of blood that never quite scrubbed out of the cobblestones."Hold still, Leo," I murmured, dipping a toothbrush into the tin cup mixture of charcoal dust and walnut oil.Leo sat impatiently on a crate at the corner of our cramped, one room apartment while I painted the thick, black sludge over his hair."I hate this black goop," he scrunched his nose. "It itches.”"I know, baby," I said, brushing a lock of his hair aside. Beneath the artificial black, his roots were glowing a bright, shimmering gold. A mark of his Camelot blood. The mark of the man who wanted us dead. "But we have to be invisible. Remember the game? We are shadows.""Shadows don't have gold hair," Leo recited the rule we lived by."Exactly.".At five years old, Leo was already too smart for his own good. He didn't look like me. He had his father’s sh
Last Updated: 2026-01-28
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