مكتبة
بحث
بيت / Werewolf / Rejected and Banished: Claimed by the Lycan King / What I Refuse to Lose

مشاركة

What I Refuse to Lose

مؤلف: Stephanie Miller
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-12 04:30:33

Lyra’s POV.

War has a sound. It is not the sound of swords or blood. That comes later. The sound of war is the sound of preparation.

I hear boots on stone. I hear knives being sharpened. I hear orders being given in tones but they carry. I hear maps being opened. I hear doors opening and closing all night. I see people pretending they are not dead on their feet.

The Fortress has not slept in two days. I have not slept either. My body has decided that sleep is optional now. I hate it.

I stood o
استمر في قراءة هذا الكتاب مجانا
امسح الكود لتنزيل التطبيق
الفصل السابق الفصل التالي
الفصل مغلق

أحدث فصل

  • Rejected and Banished: Claimed by the Lycan King   What Slips Through My Fingers

    Serena’s POV.Something is changing.It is not on paper.It is not in the reports.It is not in ways my scouts can measure and give me like proof.No.This is worse.This is my gut feeling.My gut does not explain itself.It just sits under my skin. Ruins my night.I stand at the window. I stare out at a night that's too quiet to trust.Stormclaw below is perfect.The torches are in lines.The shifts are on time.The archers are on the east wall.The messengers are moving between towers.Everything is where it belongs.Order.It is visible.It is built.It is comforting.It is a lie.It is an one.There is a knock.Three short taps.It is Harrin.No one else knocks on doors like they personally offend them.“Enter.”The door opens.It closes.There are footsteps.I do not turn.“What.”“The western rogues are in position.”That is good.That is what I expected.That is what I have been waiting for.I fold my arms.“Report.”The paper rustles.It always makes a show.“There are three

  • Rejected and Banished: Claimed by the Lycan King   What I Refuse to Lose

    Lyra’s POV.War has a sound. It is not the sound of swords or blood. That comes later. The sound of war is the sound of preparation.I hear boots on stone. I hear knives being sharpened. I hear orders being given in tones but they carry. I hear maps being opened. I hear doors opening and closing all night. I see people pretending they are not dead on their feet.The Fortress has not slept in two days. I have not slept either. My body has decided that sleep is optional now. I hate it.I stood over a table moving markers on the north ridge. A report was open beside me. I was looking at it.There are three groups moving near the west pass. Our supply routes have been confirmed. Two scouts are gone. Darric says they are not dead not back. Which is worse I wonder. Dead is honest. Missing means there are variables.. I am drowning in variables.The twins moved. They are sharp. They made me stop. My hand went to my stomach. It was automatic. Mine.I did not even think about it.. Someone else

  • Rejected and Banished: Claimed by the Lycan King   The Shape of a Queen

    Ares’ POVKingdoms fall for reasons. They can fall because of a heir, a bad ally or one wrong move. History is fragile like that. Many bloodlines end over things than whats sitting outside our gates now.Standing in the war room under silver light watching Lyra lean over the map with one hand on her stomach I've never been surer we'll make it out of this. Not because it will be easy. Not because Serena is predictable.. It's not because Kael finally grew a brain. No it's because Lyra changed.She doesn't move like the woman I dragged out of ruin. That Lyra was sharp and furious. But fury is reactive; it drives survival. Every choice she made came from pain from staying alive one hour. This Lyra though shes done surviving. Shes building. There's a difference. Its terrifying.Her finger traced the north roads. Silver mist curled around her wrist like it learned patience from her. Darric was talking about west movement, supply shifts and scouts returning before dawn. It was useful and nec

  • Rejected and Banished: Claimed by the Lycan King   Mine to Lose

    Kael’s POVSomething feels off.I felt it before the messenger spoke.You learn to recognize the signs when you've been around enough.The air feels different.Footsteps are cautious.The messenger's face reads ‘please don't make me say this.’The messenger bows, it was too quick and too low.He's already annoying me."What?" I asked. It's not a question; it's an order.The messenger swallows hard and said, "My King."He looks afraid.“There was… activity at the Lycan fortress."Of course, there was.Everything happens there now.Lyra turned a border post into the center of the world. It's impressive, but also really annoying."What kind?"“Magic sire."That makes me stop.The magic isn't outside; it's inside."Explain."The messenger looks like he'd rather be elsewhere, and that's good.“Scouts saw silver mist past the walls."That's fine; I expected that.Lyra likes drama.Then he says, "But this was different."“The mist went into the walls."There's silence.No that's new. It's b

  • Rejected and Banished: Claimed by the Lycan King   The War Answers

    Lyra’s POVI got to the fortress and the mist was already there.Faster than I could run.Faster than I could breathe.It slipped through the gates like silver ribbons, wrapped around the stone like water.The guards moved out of the way before I arrived.Not because I told them to.Not because of my rank.They just knew.Something was different.The gates slammed shut behind me.The sound of iron on iron was final.Good. Serena was out.Where she belonged.For now.Darric was waiting in the yard.Of course he was.He looked like he'd been standing there for a time.Worry was on his face.He hates it when I see him like that.“How did it go?" he asked.That was a question.Too big.Too human.I handed him my gloves.“She confirmed some things.”Not everything.I don't need to know everything.Not yet.Darric followed me inside frowning.“Enough for what?" he asked.I looked at him.“You'll know when I need you to.”He looked offended.A little.Good. People get too comfortable in my h

  • Rejected and Banished: Claimed by the Lycan King   Too Late to Be Mine

    Kael’s POV---I didn’t know she was gone.Nobody told me.They remembered what happened the last time we talked.I found out she was gone anyway.It was not hard to figure out.One of the servants looked guilty.There were not as many guards as there should have been.Her room was empty.It was easy to tell what happened.I don’t have anything to fight for since Lyra left.I was standing in the war room, alone.The map was open on the table.It showed the borders, supply lines, guard shifts, and the terrain.This is all the information I should care about it.All I could see was the north, the wall and her.I remembered the way she put her hands on her stomach.It was a gesture.It was like she was claiming something, like she was saying it was hers.Not only hers, Mine too.I kept thinking about the sound of two heartbeats.It was like a drum that would not stop.It was cruel.Both heartbeats were strong and hersBut mine by blood.But that doesn’t mean anything now, not to her any

فصول أخرى

قد تعجبك أيضًا

استكشاف وقراءة روايات جيدة مجانية
الوصول المجاني إلى عدد كبير من الروايات الجيدة على تطبيق GoodNovel. تنزيل الكتب التي تحبها وقراءتها كلما وأينما أردت
اقرأ الكتب مجانا في التطبيق
امسح الكود للقراءة على التطبيق
DMCA.com Protection Status