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Chapter 91: You're The Claimed Mate
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2026-10-01 22:15:48
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Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 109: Report To Gunnar
We rode the long way back under a sky that had begun to pale at the edges. No one had breath for talk. When a Kronvik horn sounded far to the north, one short note and then silence, Sunna only muttered, “They’re counting their own,” and kept us moving. The nearer we drew to Ironfang’s outer markers, the more the occupation’s presence returned as a physical fact. Jakob’s people would have heard something of the night. Noise carried. Fires on a feeder track did not stay local. At the first Ironfang signal stone, outriders met us with bows half-raised and faces that changed when they recognized the wounded line. “Report to Gunnar,” I told the nearest. “Supply tail at the northeastern feeder is burned. Asmark reinforced from the ridge faster than a blind defense. Kronvik arrived light and late. We broke contact with losses. The fork remains Asmark’s. The fork is no longer comfortable.” The outrider stared once at the blood on my sleeve, then ran. We walked the final stretch be
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 108: A Limited Strike
Oil from the third wagon helped. Grain sacks and stake timber took the flame with a deep, hungry sound. Light flared ugly across the scrub and turned every living body into a target. In that light I saw one of our younger riders take a spear through the thigh and go down hard against a wheel. Another Ironfang blade finished the Asmark man who had done it and dragged our wounded clear by the harness. The supply tail was dying. That much was real. Then the ridge answered. Not with the full weight of the fork. With enough. A second Asmark line came down the northeastern face in a controlled rush, too promptly for pure accident. Magnus had not left his feeder track naked. He had left it looking naked long enough to draw a limited strike into ground he could punish. “Break contact!” I called. “East scrub, then north! Move!” Sunna was already cutting a path through the nearer riders, her blade short and efficient, her free hand shoving one of our scouts toward the darker trees.
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 107: We Hit Them!
We left the stones while the outer dark still favored people who already knew which shadows were hollow. Twenty riders. No banners. Hooves wrapped where the ground would carry sound too far. Sunna took the forward point with two scouts who had used the southern scrub before Asmark planted stakes in it. I rode in the second file because leading from the front with strapped ribs and a healing arm was a good way to become the first body Magnus counted. Emil had been ordered to stay. He had argued until Matthías put a hand on his shoulder and ended it. The rest were chosen for quiet and return, not glory. Ironfang’s occupied approaches fell behind us in pieces. Jakob’s nearer watchfires were a dull constellation against the keep’s outer dark. We bent wide of them, accepted the longer route, and put the trees between our noise and his curiosity. No one spoke unless the line required it. When a horse blew too loud, its rider corrected with a hand and a curse held behind teeth. By t
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 106: Plain Is Useful
Gunnar caught my elbow in the narrow passage between the inner doors and the small hall. Not hard. Firm enough to stop me. “You disagreed with the three-day full assault,” he said. “You pushed the limited cut. You also accepted the part where you lead it.” “Yes.” “I need to know if that acceptance is strategy or the same refusal you threw at Magnus through a breaking door.” I met his eyes in the dim corridor. The keep moved around us in pieces of sound, boots, low voices, the continuous fact of an occupation that had not lifted to make our southern problem simpler. “Both,” I said. “If I stay behind the wall while Ironfang makes a careful southern mark, Kronvik and Asmark both learn that my presence at the fork was an accident of timing. If I go and the mark lands, the south has to recalculate the woman who already walked out of one of their victories. I am not chasing a death. I am refusing to become a story that ends at the wall.” Gunnar’s hand stayed on my arm a moment longer.
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 105: My Ribs Are All Strapped
Matthías shifted his weight off the bad leg. “Numbers.” “Kronvik can put forty riders into the northern approach by tomorrow night,” the messenger said. “Not a host. Enough to pinch a supply tail and force Magnus to show how many men he actually planted on that fork. Ironfang’s contribution decides whether the pinch closes.” Forty. Not enough to retake a fortified checkpoint. Enough, with the right Ironfang weight, to make holding the fork start bleeding. Gunnar did not look at the outer occupation, but I felt the awareness of it in the way he held his shoulders. Every body sent south was a body not on these stones. Every hour of southern noise was an hour Jakob could interpret as opportunity. “Elva goes with the strike group,” Gunnar said. It was not a question to the messenger. It was a decision dropped into the middle of the terms. I turned my head. “Explain.” “You are already the name Magnus associates with the refusal and the escape. Kronvik has already accepted you as a v
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 104: Those Are The Terms
The Kronvik messenger did not wait for a full reception line. He came up under the pale cloth with two outriders and stopped at the distance Ironfang’s bows decided was polite. Dust still clung to his coat. His horse’s chest worked hard enough to show the ride had not been leisurely. When Gunnar stepped into view on the lower outer marker with Matthías at his shoulder and me at his right, the messenger dismounted, kept his hands clear, and spoke before anyone offered him water. “Kronvik recognizes the report of the fork’s fall,” he said. “Josefine Solberg’s survival is noted. Asmark’s seizure is noted. My Jarl’s position is this: Ironfang will commit visible force to contest Asmark’s hold on the southern fork within three days, in joint action with Kronvik riders already staged north of the river, or Kronvik will treat the southern routes as lost ground and reopen grain and passage talks with parties who can hold a road. That includes parties Ironfang will not like.” No greeting.
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