Semua Bab Mated To My Enemies! Lycan Kings Obsession : Bab 141 - Bab 150

Serena’s POVCouncilman Jacob was already trembling by the time I stepped into the narrow hallway after him. The poor man always did hate confrontation. His hand went up as though to summon someone, but I closed the distance quickly and placed a gentle—yet threatening—hand on his shoulder.“Come,” I said softly, “let’s talk somewhere quieter.”He didn’t argue. They never do, not when you know exactly which strings to pull.I led him down an even narrower corridor—tucked just behind the eastern arch of the castle. It was quiet, dim, and forgotten. A perfect place for secrets. Jacob glanced around nervously as I folded my arms and leaned casually against the wall.“You’re looking tired, Councilman,” I began lightly. “All that work for the Crown must be wearing you out.”He exhaled shakily. “If you called me here for pleasantries, Serena, you’ll be disappointed.”I smiled. “Oh, Jacob. Still so direct. That’s what I always admired about you.”“Get to the point,” he said, voice tight.I

Mira’s POVThe moment Sheila mentioned leaving, a sharp jolt of confusion passed through me. I exchanged a quick glance with Damien before stepping toward her.“Leave?” I asked slowly, trying to mask the concern that was already rising in my chest. “But… why? You said you’d stay until Lucian recovered fully.”Sheila stood straight, her expression composed but unreadable. “My spirit doesn’t sit well with staying here any longer, my Queen,” she said softly, respectfully. “The moon goddess did not call me to one person, nor to a single place. My calling is to the clan as a whole. To all who need me.”“But we do need you,” Damien added, stepping forward now, his tone firm but not unkind. “You’ve been instrumental in Lucian’s recovery. Why the sudden change of heart?”Sheila gave him a faint smile. “I’ve done what I was sent to do. The rest will unfold as the goddess intends. I have no doubts that Lucian will awaken. He’s close now. His spirit is only waiting for the right moment.”Her wor

Mira’s POVThe scent of iron and oil lingered heavily in Damien’s workshop. My nose wrinkled as I stepped in, following the metallic clangs and hissing flares deeper into the stone-walled room.Kai was already there, standing near the center table, his arms folded over his chest, watching Damien like a hawk.At the center of the room lay the new weapon Damien had spoken so much about—the one that, in theory, could kill a lycan.Damien looked up from his workstation and his eyes lit up the moment he saw me. “You’re just in time,” he said with a rare grin. “We’ve made real progress.”The weapon was much smaller than I expected. Not bulky or intimidating, but sleek—almost elegant. A lightweight dart-like device with a silver casing, engraved with runes I didn’t recognize. I stepped closer to examine it, and Damien held it up proudly like a prized invention.“This is the latest version,” he explained, “refined for ease of use. You don’t throw it. It’s launched from a handheld tube. Minima

Mira’s POVThe room felt like it was spinning. My hands trembled slightly as I clutched the parchment from the guards, my eyes scanning the words again, desperate to find something that could change what I’d just heard. “No witnesses.” “Checkpoint abandoned.” It made no sense.I looked up at the guards. “You’re sure?” I asked again, hoping maybe I’d misheard.“Yes, my Queen,” the captain replied, his voice steady but tinged with concern. “We checked the alleyway and every path leading to the intersection. Not a soul in sight. The checkpoint station had been cleared out—no guards, no signs of struggle. Just… empty.”My heart pounded in my ears. I waved a hand. “Leave me. All of you.”They bowed and left the throne room in silence.I remained seated, my back straight, my thoughts unraveling.How could a street be deserted at midday? How could a checkpoint—a vital security hub—be abandoned without anyone noticing? This wasn’t coincidence. This was organized, methodical… deliberate.I con

Mira’s POVI stood next to Kai in the courtyard, feeling the evening breeze sweep over us. Though the riot had been quelled, the tension in my limbs hadn’t yet released.I expected rebuke or disappointment, but none came. Instead, Kai placed a firm, encouraging hand on my shoulder. His eyes, soft but unwavering, met mine.“You did well,” he said quietly. “It took courage to act the way you did—bringing everyone together, hearing both sides. Ruling isn’t putting on a show. It’s hearing cries like those of parents whose children were taken. You did that.”Warmth flooded my chest. I’d feared failure. I’d forgotten that mistakes were part of leadership. For a moment, I just let his words settle in—their grace lifting some of my shame.“I—thank you,” I whispered. “But we still need to find the children. And I don’t know where to start without witnesses. That checkpoint… no one was there.”He ran his hand down my arm gently. “Focus not on what’s missing, but on what you do have. What clues