Semua Bab Mated To My Enemies! Lycan Kings Obsession : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Kai’s POVThe courtroom was cold. The kind of cold that had nothing to do with temperature, but everything to do with tension.I stood near the windows, arms crossed tightly over my chest as distant shouts echoed through the stone walls. The people were still out there—angry, grieving, and loud. Their cries cracked against the sky like thunder. Fires lit up parts of the square, and the scent of smoke wafted in even from this far inside.Behind me, Rowan paced. Damien sat stiffly in his chair, hands clenched, his jaw ticking every time another shout rang out.The large oak doors creaked as the captain entered once again. His face was strained, dust coating his armor. “They’ve started pelting the front steps,” he said. “We’ve kept them from breaching the gates.”“Any injuries?” I asked, turning from the window.“Minor. Mostly from panic and debris. But none from our guards.”“Good.” I met his gaze sharply. “And let it stay that way.”The captain gave a stiff nod.“No force,” I repeated.

Mira’s POVThen…I was ten.The floor was cold beneath my knees, my elbows scraped from being shoved into the sharp corner of the wooden table again. My skin was raw. My spirit? Worse.He towered over me.My father.Not in the way fathers should tower—with protection and pride—but like a storm cloud looming over a child clinging to the last shred of light.“You’re not like the others,” he growled, grabbing my arm roughly. “So stop acting like you are.”His fingers bit into my flesh like iron cuffs, yanking me upright as if I weighed nothing more than a ragdoll.“I don’t understand,” I whimpered. “Why can’t I—?”“Enough!” he snapped, slapping my words out of the air. “You don’t get to question me. I raised you when no one else would.”His eyes flashed—not with kindness, never with that—but with disgust barely veiled beneath self-righteousness.“You think you’re normal?” he sneered. “Let me tell you a story. One I should’ve burned out of your mind long ago.”I stayed still. I always did

Mira’s POVI could feel him.Every beat of the horses’ hooves against the dirt road made the bond thrum louder in my chest—like a string slowly tightening.With every turn, every shift of the carriage wheels, the pull toward Lucian grew stronger. It was strange how clear the connection had become. Like he was calling to me… or maybe I was finally listening.The carriage swayed gently as we moved under the moonlight. I sat across from Rowan, the silence between us thick, unspoken things swirling like smoke.The night before hadn’t truly ended for me. My thoughts hadn’t stopped racing.Even now, I wasn’t sure if I was breathing from instinct or sheer will. I was holding everything in—my discovery, my rage, my fear—and I knew it was only a matter of time before it all burst out.Rowan was watching me. I could feel his gaze, steady and quiet. Like he was studying a fragile piece of glass, unsure if it would shatter.“You’re awfully quiet,” he finally said.I looked up.His voice was low b

Mira povWe placed Lucian gently into the back of the carriage, his body still warm but unmoving. His breathing was steady, and though his skin had lost some of its unnatural pallor, he looked fragile—like any wrong movement would break him.Kai reached for the reins, ready to turn the horses toward the castle. “We’ll get him back and into his bed. The healers will—”“No,” I said quickly, placing my hand on his.Both brothers looked at me.“Take him to the shrine,” I said firmly.Kai frowned. “The shrine? Mira—”“He doesn’t need just healing,” I said. “He needs cleansing. That… thing we saw tonight, that wasn’t just a man who’s been unconscious for months. Something was done to him. His body might be fine, but his spirit? I’m not sure.”Damien nodded slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes. “You think something latched onto him while he was trapped.”“I don’t want to take chances.”Kai hesitated, but after a moment, he gave a small nod. “Alright. Shrine it is.”Rowan remained behind

Mira’s POVThe morning light crept in with a stillness I didn’t trust.Lucian’s reaction the night before lingered in my mind like a dull ache. He had been… different. Distant. As if something inside him had shifted, or worse—disappeared. When I touched him, it didn’t feel the same. The bond that once vibrated between us like a pulse now felt faint, barely humming beneath the surface.Still, I convinced myself it was the curse.Five months under a spell of darkness had to leave something behind, didn’t it? Some lingering shadow. Some fracture.He just needed time.He needed rest. Patience. Healing.And space.I told myself all of that as I stepped out of the chamber, drawing my cloak tight around me as I headed toward the dungeons. I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t. The image of Lucian springing up in bed with those haunted eyes, followed by the flashes of pain that crept through his face—it was burned into me now.And the way he looked at me when I told him about Benard Sawyer… like I had b