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Surrogate for the Lycan King Chapter One Hundred and Ten — The Pact with Eira & The Stolen Blood
Chapter One Hundred and Ten — The Pact with Eira & The Stolen BloodMALAKAI'S POVThe morning after my scout returned from Oakridge, I slipped away from Fullcrest before the first pale light broke over the eastern walls.Public duties meant nothing when the entire architecture of my family’s century-old plan hung by a thread. I left my chambers under the guise of an early private council inspection, but the moment I cleared the outer gates, I shifted my path. Cloaking myself in heavy, silent magic that muffled my footsteps and warped the surrounding air, I rode hard away from the capital, heading deep into the untamed wilderness of the outer forest.The destination was a forgotten, shadow-drowned ravine that most sane wolves avoided. Here, behind weeping willows whose drooping branches seemed to claw at the dirt and thick wards of black obsidian stone that kept out wandering beasts, lay the hidden threshold of Eira’s sanctuary.I dismounted near the weeping mouth of a stone cavern, le
Surrogate for the Lycan King Chapter One Hundred and Nine — The Whispers of Oakridge
Chapter One Hundred and Nine — The Whispers of OakridgeMalakai's POV I stood by the tall arched window of my private chambers, looking out over the dark expanse of the outer estate. The night air was freezing, but I barely felt it. My eyes stayed fixed on the courtyard below until the heavy velvet drape behind me rustled, signaling that my primary scout had slipped into the room completely unannounced.The scout dropped to one knee on the cold stone floor, pulling back his dark cowl. "Lord Malakai. The journey held a great deal of danger, but I have returned from Oakridge."I did not turn around immediately. I poured myself a small measure of dark wine, letting the quiet rustle of my robes fill the heavy silence between us. "You were gone longer than anticipated. I do not appreciate delays when the fate of the high council hangs in the balance.""Forgive me, My Lord," the scout murmured, his voice tight with fatigue and lingering fear. "King Zeus locked down the entire perimeter of
Surrogate for the Lycan King Chapter One Hundred and Eight — Silent Signals
Chapter One Hundred and Eight — Silent SignalsKelsey's POV I was standing by the mirror when I heard my door suddenly open and close with a loud thud.I turned around sharply, my hand hovering near the edge of the vanity, half-expecting a sentry bringing urgent news from the council. Instead, it was Rowan. She was pressed flat against the dark wood of the door, clutching a leather-bound book so hard against her ribs that her knuckles were pale. Her hair was slightly windswept, her chest was heaving with quick, shallow breaths, and a bright, unmistakable crimson flush was burning across her cheeks all the way down to her collarbone.I blinked, lowering my hand. "Rowan, what are you doing here?""I am here to help you change," she stammered out quickly, her voice dropping into that hasty, over-formal rhythm she used whenever she was trying to sound composed. She didn't look me in the eye; instead, her gaze darted toward the wardrobe as if the wooden doors held the answers to the unive
Surrogate for the Lycan King Chapter One Hundred and Seven — Weight of the Crown
Chapter One Hundred and Seven — Weight of the CrownROWAN POVThe heavy wooden doors of the royal laundry wing finally swung shut behind me, sealing in the scent of boiling water, heavy lye, and endless piles of linens that had threatened to suffocate me for the past ten hours.I let out a long, ragged breath, rolling my shoulders back as the cool evening air hit my face. My arms ached, my lower back throbbed with a dull, persistent fatigue, and my fingers were wrinkled and sore from scrubbing down the third-tier banquet cloths. Working as Kelsey’s primary handmaid was a privilege, but it was also a relentless, sun-up-to-sun-down trial of physical endurance. Between managing her wardrobe, assisting Varian in the apothecary when the drafts got too heavy, and keeping the east wing running without a single flaw, my days were entirely consumed by other people's needs.The gardens were my only escape.Whenever the noise of the palace grew too loud, whenever the heavy politics of the Lycan
Surrogate for the Lycan King Chapter One Hundred and Six — Reflection in the Stone
Chapter One Hundred and Six — Reflection in the StoneMarcus POV The heavy iron doors of the command barracks slammed shut behind me, cutting off the endless, droning voices of the high council.I dragged a hand down my face, pulling a deep breath of cool afternoon air into my burning lungs. My head throbbed with a dull, steady ache that had been building behind my eyes for hours. Four straight hours of back-to-back security briefings, fake guard manifests, and subtle political posturing from Malakai’s lapdogs had ground my patience down to absolute zero.As the Beta of Fullcrest, my mind was usually an iron fortress—calm, calculating, and anchored by military logic. But today, the sheer weight of the court’s endless paranoia was threatening to push me past my limit. I needed a break. I needed to step away from parchment ledgers, troop numbers, and scheming lords before I lost my temper completely and threw a senior committee member over the stone parapet.My boots led me away from t
Surrogate for the Lycan King Chapter One Hundred and Five — The Obsidian Altar
Chapter One Hundred and Five — The Obsidian AltarMalakai's POV"A secret is only as safe as the blood you spill to keep it buried."I muttered the old family proverb aloud into the damp, freezing air of the underground cellar, my hand steady as I slid the iron bolt out of the stone wall. The thick slab groaned on its rusted hinges, parting to reveal the dark, steep staircase leading down into the bowels of my family estate.While I waited for word from Kael in Oakridge, my mind found no rest. The pieces on the board were moving too fast. Zeus was tightening his grip on the council, and the human girl—Kelsey—was beginning to anchor herself too deeply into the heart of the fortress.I stepped through the threshold, pulling the door shut behind me, plunging myself into absolute silence.The steps down were long, winding down through layers of damp earth and ancient bedrock that had been hollowed out centuries before my birth. At the bottom of the stairs lay the altar room. It was a cave
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