บททั้งหมดของ Mated To My Enemies! Lycan Kings Obsession : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Mira’s POVI ran until my legs gave way, and even then, I didn’t stop crying.The moment I reached my chamber, I slammed the door shut and collapsed against it. The weight in my chest—like something twisting and clawing its way through me—was unbearable. My body trembled as the sobs erupted from my throat, louder than I intended. I couldn’t control it. I didn’t want to.What had I just witnessed?Rowan… and Serena… together.Even though I knew Rowan was angry—at me, at his brothers, at the whole world—I never imagined he’d hurt me like that. Not intentionally. Not cruelly. And yet, what else could I call what he did?I felt betrayed. Broken.My hand curled into my lap as I rocked back and forth on the floor. Was I ever truly theirs? Or had I only ever been a placeholder? Someone fated to fill Serena’s void until she returned?The thought gnawed at my soul.I told myself I was being dramatic, but no matter how many times I tried to push the feeling down, it kept returning like a

Rowan POVI sat in the throne room, my jaw clenched as Mira pointed directly at Serena. Her words echoed off the marble walls like a challenge.“I suspect Serena,” she said with confidence, folding her arms. “I saw her at the intersection between the maids’ quarters, the stairs to the Kings’ quarters, and the guards’ wing. She was headed somewhere, and the timing aligns with Rodrigo’s murder.”I couldn’t hold back the sharp laugh that bubbled out of me. “That’s your big revelation? That she could have gone there? Mira, there are a dozen paths you can take from that spot. She might’ve gone to the kitchen for all we know.”She gave me a look—sharp, defensive, but hurt. “I expected more from you,” she snapped. “Usually, you’d be the first to demand she be questioned. But now… now you’re just brushing it off because she’s your breeder?”That struck a nerve. I rose from my seat. “Watch your mouth, Mira.”“Or what?” she shot back.Kai held up a hand, his voice cutting between us like a

Mira POV I was still kneeling beside her when I realized the bruising around her neck was beginning to deepen. The marks from Rowan’s grip were angry and red, swelling just under her jawline. Her face still bore the aftershock of fear and confusion, but she remained composed. I took the cool cloth from the basin and dabbed gently against her skin again.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, though it wasn’t nearly enough.She said nothing at first, just stared ahead at the wall as though trying to process what had just happened. I looked toward the doorway and called for the nearest maid. “Bring me ice and a salve,” I ordered. “Now.”The maid ran off quickly. Within minutes, she returned with two more maids trailing behind her, all carrying cloths, ointments, and bowls of fresh water. I helped them apply the salve and dress the bruises on Sheila’s neck.Only after they finished did I finally ask, “What’s your name?”The healer’s voice was raspy but clear. “Sheila.”“Sheila,” I repeated, giv

Mira POV It had been three long days since Lucian was brought back to the castle, and not a single moment had passed that I hadn’t thought about him.I was in his chamber again, seated on a cushioned stool beside his bed. The early morning light filtered through the high arched windows, casting soft shadows over his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, yet so pale—still and silent like a statue carved from fine marble. If not for the rise and fall of his chest, I might’ve believed he was gone.Sheila, the special healer, moved silently beside me. Her hands were gentle but practiced, her movements precise as she mixed and administered the concoction of herbs she had brought with her. She had been coming here every day since we brought Lucian back from the shrine. Every visit, she carried a new blend of natural remedies she claimed would strengthen his core and cleanse the poison the witches left in his system.Today’s concoction was particularly pungent.“What’s in that one?” I

Kai POV I stepped out of the courtroom, running a hand through my hair as the large doors shut behind me with a dull thud. The meeting with the general had stretched far longer than I anticipated. Hours of reviewing blueprints, debating patrol patterns, and drawing possible infiltration routes on maps had left my head throbbing. The general had been meticulous as always—suggesting walls here, barriers there—but I needed more than just strong borders. I needed eyes and ears. I needed clarity.We had finally agreed on the strategy: checkpoints across the clan, stationed in such a way that no movement within our territory would go unnoticed. Every resident would be documented, every visitor tracked. I had ordered the captain to begin identifying and cataloguing the clansfolk. Some would protest, of course—they always did when things changed—but this was no longer about convenience. It was about survival.When I arrived at my chamber, Mira was already there, seated on the cushioned