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70. Freedom

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King Alaric

I threw myself in front of Elise on pure instinct, sword raised though every fiber of me understood, with a sickening certainty, that steel would do nothing against a thing built from three centuries of pure, ravenous absence.

The lunge never landed.

It stopped inches from us, close enough that I felt the cold, hungry pressure of it against my skin like standing too near an open grave, and t

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  • My Alpha Lost Me To The Lycan King    70. Freedom

    King AlaricI threw myself in front of Elise on pure instinct, sword raised though every fiber of me understood, with a sickening certainty, that steel would do nothing against a thing built from three centuries of pure, ravenous absence.The lunge never landed.It stopped inches from us, close enough that I felt the cold, hungry pressure of it against my skin like standing too near an open grave, and then, impossibly, it recoiled — not retreating, but drawing back into itself, some vast internal struggle rippling visibly through its formless bulk."It heard her," Ismene breathed from somewhere behind us, disbelief and terror tangled together in her voice. "Moon Goddess, it actually heard her."*Free,* the creature said again, and this time the word carried something closer to agony than menace, its voice scraping through the air like something t

  • My Alpha Lost Me To The Lycan King    69. Free

    EliseThe shape rising from the valley floor didn't have edges so much as absences — places where the pale morning light simply stopped, swallowed whole before it could complete its arc. I felt it before I fully saw it, a cold, ravenous pressure pressing against the golden-dark-silver current still humming exhausted beneath my ribs, and every instinct I now carried, ancient and new both, screamed the same single warning.*This is not something to be reasoned with. This is something to survive.*"Everyone off the ridge," Alaric said, his voice steady despite the visible terror carved into his face, already pulling at my arm, at Elliott's shoulder, herding the circle of exhausted allies back from the crest. "Now. Whatever that is, we are not equipped to face it standing in the open.""There's nowhere to retreat to," Ismene said grimly, though she was already moving, the injured Sent

  • My Alpha Lost Me To The Lycan King    68. Devour

    King AlaricI felt her fear before I heard it in her voice — raw and sudden, transmitted straight through the joined circle of our hands like a current jumping a gap it shouldn't have been able to cross."Elise, what is it," I said, tightening my grip, refusing to let the bond between us slacken even as her whole body began to tremble with the strain of holding three thousand chains at once."Something old," she gasped, her eyes still closed, her face bone-white beneath the mist gathering along the ridge. "Older than the priests. Older than the first queen's binding. It's — Alaric, it's *waking up*, and I don't think the Hollow Court summoned this army to fight us at all. I think they summoned it to feed something."Beside her, Elise's mother made a strangled sound, her own grip on the circle faltering for a heartbeat before she forced it steady again. "The old

  • My Alpha Lost Me To The Lycan King    67. Three thousand

    EliseThe northern ridge stretched wide and gray beneath a sky still fighting its way toward full morning, mist pooling low across frost-hardened ground, and beyond it, dark and endless as a tide rolling in from some drowned country, the Hollow Court's procession advanced.I had thought, riding out from the palace with Alaric's hand locked tight around mine, that I understood the scale of what we faced. The crystal's image had shown me numbers, formation, the grim, chained shuffle of possessed villagers marched like living kindling toward whatever fire the Court intended to light with them.Standing on the ridge itself, watching that dark tide fill the valley below us from horizon to horizon, I understood I had not understood anything at all."Moon Goddess," Elliott breathed beside me, his voice hollow with the particular horror of a soldier realizing, all at once, that every battle he'd ever fought had been a skirmish by comparison."How many," Alaric asked, though I could see in his

  • My Alpha Lost Me To The Lycan King    66. Discipline

    King AlaricThe council chamber went from uncertain murmuring to outright panic in the space of a single breath, nobles rising from their seats in a chaotic scramble, voices rising louder and more frantic with every passing second."Silence." The word came out of me with enough force that the chamber actually obeyed, chairs scraping to a halt, frightened eyes turning toward me with the particular desperation of people who wanted, more than anything, to be told this was survivable. "Panic will not hold our walls. Discipline will. Reyes—" I turned to find him already at the doorway, blood-streaked but steady, some fragment of the trust I'd nearly lost tonight fully rebuilt in the grim set of his jaw. "Full muster, every able body, every gate reinforced. I want reports on troop numbers within the quarter hour.""Yes, Your Majesty." He was gone before I'd finished speaking, shouting orders down the corridor, and I felt a fraction of steadiness return simply from watching a man I'd trusted

  • My Alpha Lost Me To The Lycan King    65. Already here

    EliseThe council chamber's doors loomed ahead of us, tall and gilded, guards flanking them with expressions caught somewhere between duty and barely-suppressed panic, and I felt every fragile scrap of certainty I'd carried out of that valley threaten to crack under the weight of what waited beyond them."They can't actually do this," I said, forcing my voice steady despite the fury and fear tangling violent in my chest. "Alaric, you're their king. Surely they can't simply vote you out of your own decisions.""The council's charter is older than my bloodline's claim to this throne," Alaric said grimly, already striding toward the doors with a purpose that brooked no delay. "In matters that threaten the kingdom's survival, they hold binding authority to override even the crown, provided a two-thirds majority agrees. It's a check my ancestors built in centuries ago, to prevent exactly the kind of tyranny that might otherwise let a king trade his people's safety for his own personal atta

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