All Chapters of Mated To My Enemies! Lycan Kings Obsession : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Mira’s POVThe courtyard was in chaos by the time I got there.The ground was scorched in patches, fresh claw marks slashed across stone walls and marble pillars. Screams echoed from distant hallways. Several guards and servants were huddled together in corners, wide-eyed, bleeding, but alive.Lucian’s beast stood at the center of the madness, snarling, pacing, eyes blazing gold under the moonlight.He was a storm with fangs.And he was out of control.“Lucian!” Kai called out, but the beast didn’t react.Instead, it bared its teeth, foamed breath billowing from its nose, wild and trembling. His claws dug into the earth, and his entire form vibrated with something between rage and confusion.Rowan, Kai, and Damien moved in—carefully, slowly—hands raised, weapons sheathed.“Don’t shift,” Rowan warned. “If we become wolves, he’ll see us as a threat.”“But we can’t stop him like this,” Damien growled. “We’re not fast enough without shifting.”“We can’t risk provoking him,” Kai insisted.

Mira’s POVTheir eyes burned into me like three suns, each with their own gravity—pulling, demanding, doubting.I sat on the edge of the bed, my palms damp and pressed against my thighs, still shaking from the night before. But I had no time to gather myself. No space to breathe. Because Rowan’s voice was already slicing through the air.“How long have you known?”His tone wasn’t curious.It was accusatory.“I—”“You lied,” he snapped before I could finish. “You’ve lied to us this entire time.”“Rowan, stop,” Kai warned.He ignored him. “Did you even come here for the orphans? Or was that part of the act too? Did you know you were a witch the whole time? Are you even—?”“I didn’t know!” I shouted, standing quickly, my chest tight with a sudden surge of frustration. “I just found out. The same night of the protest. The same night I nearly died trying to fix everything!”Rowan’s nostrils flared, but before he could bark another word, Kai stepped between us.“Enough,” he said firmly. “Le

Mira’s POVI didn’t go to my chamber right away.Sleep would’ve been useless. My thoughts were too loud—restless, tangled with emotions I hadn’t yet named. I wasn’t ready to be alone with them. Not yet.So instead, I asked around.A passing servant told me Damien was still in his workshop.Of course he was.While others sought sleep, he sought answers in steel and smoke.I made my way down the narrow corridors and down the steps that led to the inner depths of the castle. I could already hear the soft clinking of metal, though it was far quieter now. The earlier chaos from the forge had died down to a peaceful hum.When I reached the entrance, I pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside.Damien was there, sleeves rolled to his elbows, cleaning soot from his hands with a damp cloth. The forge had gone cold, but the smell of oil and iron still lingered thickly in the air. A few workers remained in the corner, packing up tools and supplies, but most had left.“You’re still up,” he sa

Kai’s POVThe sound of Mira’s carriage wheels crunching over gravel faded slowly, but the silence she left behind stayed loud in my ears.I stood there at the border far longer than I should have, watching the path long after she disappeared into the woods. Damien and Rowan flanked me, each locked in his own thoughts. None of us spoke. We just stood—like statues carved in grief.And even though I’d tried to be strong… something inside me felt hollow.The bond that once pulsed so fiercely in my chest had grown quiet. Distant. Not broken, but… stretched thin. Like a thread of silk fluttering on the edge of a blade.“She’s gone,” Damien finally muttered.“She’ll be fine,” Rowan said, though his voice lacked conviction.We turned away without another word.The ride back to the castle was steeped in silence. No one talked. No one needed to. Mira’s absence pressed against us like fog, dense and smothering. We each grieved in our own way—but none of us had the luxury to stop and feel it comp

Mira’s POVThe further my carriage pulled away from Blackwood, the quieter the world became.It was unsettling.No royal guards. No castle bells ringing in the distance. No comforting weight of my mates’ presence beside me.Just me… and the road.We crossed the final border of Blackwood territory by noon, and I instructed the driver—an older man with no interest in conversation—to stop near a lake nestled between two low hills.The air here was fresher, tinged with the scent of pine and wildflowers. The lake’s surface was smooth as glass, reflecting the pale blue sky like a painting. I stepped down from the carriage slowly, careful not to twist my ankle on the uneven grass.I clutched the parchment tightly in one hand.This was where I would try again.This was where I would call to them—the witches.I knelt by the water’s edge, pulling out the small pouch of incense the High Priestess had given me back at the shrine. My fingers trembled as I lit the tip, the flame licking upward befo