Semua Bab Mated To My Enemies! Lycan Kings Obsession : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Mira POV Pressure wrapped around me like a noose.It tightened more with every cry that echoed beyond the castle walls, the angry shouts of the clan members rising like a storm I couldn’t stop. My fingers trembled as I clasped them in my lap, seated on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the door as if someone—anyone—would walk through it and tell me what to do.But no one came.The throne was mine. The responsibility was mine. For the first time, I was alone to rule.My mates—my kings—were gone. Their decision had been final. They left the castle with nothing but purpose in their stride and the weight of a plan I had no part in. And now, the clan wanted answers. Clarity. Leadership.From me.A pit had formed in my stomach. It felt cold and heavy, like a stone I’d swallowed but couldn’t digest. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t wise like Kai or confident like Lucian. I wasn’t brave like Damien. I was just… Mira. A girl burdened by a legacy I didn’t ask for and secrets I wished I could

Kai POV The sky was still cloaked in darkness, though the faintest glow of dawn had begun to brush the horizon when our carriage rattled over the rocky terrain toward the Darkfire border. The journey had been long and heavy with silence at times, but inside the double space carriage, we found ourselves deep in conversation once again. The air was thick with anticipation.Rowan sat with his arms crossed, his gaze sharp and unwavering, while Damien leaned forward slightly, elbows on knees, brows drawn as he listened to me lay out the final version of our plan.“We go in under the guise of diplomacy,” I said, my voice calm, but firm. “We are visiting the King and the council to pay our respects. That’s the surface. But our real task—what we must accomplish before we leave—is to uncover the witches.”“Find Benard Sawyer,” Damien added, nodding. “And locate those woods—the site of the executions.”I nodded back. “Exactly. If the Last Witches truly died there, then the secrets of what

Kai POV The moment the words left the old man’s mouth, I signaled my brothers through the mindlink. That’s him. Benard Sawyer. We’ve found him.Rowan didn’t flinch. Damien nodded slightly, but kept his focus on him.We were all trained well—masters at keeping our expressions blank even when our minds were racing.We played along.The councilmen were polite, almost overly so. They poured us wine, served us food, asked general questions about our journey. But I knew that wasn’t all they wanted. There was an undertone to the way they spoke—a subtle curiosity cloaked in hospitality.“Tell us,” one of the men said, turning toward me, “how is your fourth brother, Lucian? Why didn’t he accompany you?”I kept my voice calm. “Lucian stayed behind to govern the clan with our queen, Mira. With the growing tension in the region, we thought it best that leadership remained at home.”A few of them nodded approvingly, but I noticed Benard didn’t react. He hadn’t said a single word since his in

Kai POV It was late evening, and the walls of the chamber flickered with the glow of a single lamp. The three of us—Rowan, Damien, and I—sat around the circular table in my quarters, each of us with a cup of untouched wine in front of us.Five days.It had been five days since we arrived in Darkfire clan, and we had barely gotten any closer to the answers we came for. Every move we made, every conversation we had, felt like it was being watched—monitored. The guards assigned to us never left our sides, the handmaids never blinked at the wrong moment. Even within the safety of our quarters, we kept our conversations brief, careful. Controlled.But tonight was different.“The phase of being pleasant guests is over,” I said firmly, leaning forward. “We didn’t come all this way just to enjoy the views and drink watered-down wine.”Rowan gave a short, dry laugh. “No, we came to be stalked by guards and spoon-fed half-truths by their council.”“Then we agree,” Damien said, his arms f

Mira’s POVI stood frozen, staring at the woman I never thought I’d see again.Serena.The very name sent a sharp twist through my chest. Her once-pristine silver hair was tangled, her face pale and hollow. But she was here—standing in the middle of the courtyard surrounded by warriors, their spears trained on her trembling form.She lifted her head slowly, her eyes locking with mine.“Mira…” she whispered. Her voice was hoarse, cracked like dry leaves brushing against stone. “Please…”I took a cautious step forward. “Where have you been?”Silence fell across the courtyard. Even the night seemed to hold its breath.“What are you doing here?” I continued. “You disappeared without a trace. And now you show up at our gates, begging?”Serena’s knees buckled. She dropped to the ground and raised her hands in surrender. “I swear… I don’t know what happened to me.”The warriors didn’t lower their weapons.“I didn’t mean to disappear,” she continued, her eyes brimming with desperation.