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Chapter 88: Two Drivers Dead
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2026-09-28 23:39:45
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Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 89: Come Back
We rode out under a sky already leaning toward evening. The southern approach was not clean. It never had been during the occupation. We used the lower service track and the cover of the broken stone lines that ran toward the river fork, moving fast and quiet. Sunna took the lead. Emil, pale but steady, marked the turns. The two additional scouts watched the flanks. I kept my attention split between the path and the distant sense of the keep behind us — not the fragment, not the old tunnels, just the simple weight of leaving the walls while the walls still held enemies on their outer stones. The cut announced itself with the smell of wet ash. What remained of the caravan sat in a blackened scatter across the narrow road. Two wagons were skeletons. The third had been tipped and burned from the inside. Grain that had not been carried off was a spoiled dark mess in the mud. The Kronvik marking on the lead board had been left deliberately clear of the worst charring, pale wood agains
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 88: Two Drivers Dead
The messenger came in at dusk with blood on his sleeve and a horse that looked ready to drop. He was one of ours — a southern scout named Emil Ruud, lean and wind-burned, the kind of man Matthías trusted with routes that did not forgive mistakes. The guards at the secondary access nearly put an arrow in him before he got the recognition signal out. By the time they brought him into the inner hall, he was holding his left arm stiffly against his ribs and the report was already written on his face. Gunnar did not make him wait for privacy. “Talk.” Emil’s voice was rough from hard riding. “Caravan on the lower southern road. Three wagons of grain and dried stores meant for the intermediate hold at the bend. Kronvik markings on the lead wagon. They never reached the hold. Hit at the narrow cut before the river fork. I counted at least eight attackers. Fast. Organized. Not rabble.” Matthías’s expression went flat. “Casualties?” “Two drivers dead. One guard missing. The rest scattere
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 87: Kronvik Is The First
I slid my hands up to the sides of his neck and held him there. "Then we stop pretending clean is available," I said. "We do it anyway." His mouth found mine. There was no desperation in it this time. No post-battle crash. It was slower, deeper, and more dangerous for that — the kind of kiss that belonged to people who had survived enough to understand what they were risking by wanting each other in the middle of a keep that still might fall. I answered it with the same deliberateness. When his hands moved under my shirt, mapping scale and scar and the places that still ached, the bond carried every point of contact in imperfect echoes that made the heat build differently than it used to. We undressed each other without urgency and without distance. When he lifted me onto the bed, I pulled him down with me and the rest of the world narrowed to breath and skin and the uneven rhythm of a connection that still hurt when it carried too much and still refused to let go. He entered
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 86: You Took The Wall
The ten-day clock started the moment Josefine Solberg's horse cleared the tree line. It did not announce itself with horns or threats. It announced itself in the quiet arithmetic that followed her out: how many sacks remained in the lower stores, how many mouths the keep currently fed, how long the wounded would need stronger rations if infection took hold, how much could be stretched before the breeding stock became food instead of future. Matthías ran the numbers with the same blunt precision he used for casualty counts. The answer was not comfortable. Gunnar listened to the full report in the war room without interrupting. When it was finished, he gave only three orders. Reduce non-essential consumption. Begin quiet inventory of every edible reserve including the ceremonial stores. And no public discussion of Kronvik's deadline until he decided how the keep would answer it. Then he looked at me and said, "Walk." Not a request. Not a dismissal of the others. A private command
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 85: Ten Days
Gunnar was already there. Matthías took the door. I remained standing rather than taking a seat, because this conversation was not going to be one in which I deferred. Josefine did not waste time on flattery. "Kronvik can feed you through the winter if the routes reopen," she said. "We can also starve you by doing nothing. Jakob's people have already approached our border riders with offers — protection in exchange for exclusive grain priority. My Jarl does not trust Jakob. He also does not trust a keep that has gone dark under siege and started leaking rumors about Old Blood and broken doors. I was sent to look you in the eye and decide whether Kronvik's next decision favors Ironfang or favors distance." Gunnar's voice was flat. "And what does your Jarl require in exchange for favoring us?" "Stability," Josefine said. "And proof that the woman standing beside you is not about to drag the southern routes into a war of bloodlines they never asked for." Her gaze shifted fully to me.
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The sealed access to the third water course stayed under guard. Gunnar gave the orders once, clean and final: continuous watch, no entry without him, immediate report if the water rose or the stone changed. Then he walked away from it. I watched him do it. The fragment still pulsed under the eastern foundations. The marked channels still existed. Line and Adam still sat in separate rooms with whatever the residual piece had put into their heads. None of that disappeared. But the keep could not live on investigation alone. By midday the practical costs of the siege had become impossible to ignore. The outer courtyard remained occupied. The eastern wall needed repair where we had collapsed the dig. Food stores had been calculated for a standing force, not for an extended occupation and a hall full of wounded. Medical herbs were running low. Two supply caches near the southern approaches had been cut off since Jakob's people took the outer ground. Warriors who had fought through th
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