Bound to the Lycan King's Throne

The High Tower wasn't built for housing guests. It was where the kingdom locked away political prisoners, disgraced nobles, and anybody else too dangerous for the regular dungeons. The cells were rigged with thick, silver-laced iron bars—a brutal setup designed to constantly drain a Lycan's energy and keep their inner wolf entirely subdued.Lyra perched on a hard, freezing slab of stone, watching the capital move through its evening routine from a high, barred loophole. Down in the streets, people were living their normal, clueless lives, completely unaware of what was coming. By contrast, her own reality was shrinking fast.Lyra pressed her fingertips against her forearm and hissed. The skin beneath the glowing runes radiated a constant, feverish heat—a permanent reminder of who she was and what she was carrying. She had known coming straight to the King was a massive gamble—total long odds.Julian Vance possessed a formidable reputation across the realm as a ruthless, unrelenting wa

Julian stared at the yellowed parchment on his desk. The royal seal of his father, King Alaric, stared right back. The silence in the stone study was suffocating.By the fireplace, Lyra was shivering. She winced, using her teeth and one hand to pull a linen bandage tight over a jagged gash on her arm. The blood immediately soaked through the fabric."My father knew," Julian said quietly. He touched the faded ink. "He saw the Coven coming and tried to build an alliance with this betrothal. Jonas murdered him before he could sign it.""And framed the Sun Pack to start a war," Lyra added, her tone bitter. She tied off the bandage with her teeth and free hand. "My entire life... the destruction of my home, my family's death... it was all just a move on his chessboard. We were nothing but pawns to him."Julian stood up, the heavy wooden chair scraping harshly against the stone floor. He bypassed the desk, closing the distance between him and Lyra. He stopped just inches from her, dwarfing