All Chapters of The Lycan 's King Forsaken Mate.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rhea’s POVPain. It was a harsh, persistent reminder of how near death I had been, and it throbbed through my body like a second heartbeat. My breath was ragged and shallow, and my limbs felt like stone. My senses were dimmed by the lingering effects of Lilith's black magic, and darkness that clouded the cage and my vision. The struggle inside of me had just begun as I looked through my blurry vision. Every clang of steel that fell on Lillith's scaly skin was a resistance to her pain. The fight was just between Lillith and Damon as my eyes caught Kael who stood at one end, his hands crossed across his chest, resting his eyes on Lillith. It was evident that despite the darkness Lillith exuded, Kael still had something for her. Something that gleamed like love.But on Damon's side was that of war and blood as every of Lillith’s hit were fluid and heavy on his skin, flinging Damon to the pillars of the coven. “Kael, what are you doing there?” Damon called out to Kael, blood flowing down

Rhea’s POV Standing in the center of the exiles' camp, devoid of all except instinct and willpower, I felt the sharp, biting morning air. The soldiers were already assembled, creating a rough circle around me, even though the sun had just started to rise. They had skepticism and measured interest in their eyes, but no warmth. I was a wolf from a world that had rejected me, an outcast, an unknown. However, I was here to establish myself. To find the real root of my life. I was destined for more, to bring them all together, Mireya had declared. But how could I bring people together when I hardly knew how strong I was? I had lived my entire life adhering to the packs' regimented, regulated, and predictable fighting techniques. That was not the case with the exiles. They battled like shadows, adjusting to the turmoil and combining physical prowess with an almost imperceptible agility. I needed to learn. I also needed to learn quickly. The first obstacle arrived quickly. A man strode

Damon’s POV The enormous hall of the Eclipse Coven's secret lair was filled with the smell of blood and burning herbs. The murmuring of dark-robed individuals blended with the crackling of magical candles around the walls, and they moved like shadows. The more I explored this area, the more I realized that this was more than just a group of witches vying for control. This was a destructive cult. As I followed my guide, a wiry man with hollow cheeks and eyes too black to be human, I maintained a neutral attitude. He guided me down the dark hallways until we came to an archway covered in dense purple smoke. Lilith waited outside.With onyx rings adorning her fingers that shone even in the dark, she sat on a throne of carved obsidian. As I got closer, her too-bright silver eyes stared at me. "You stand in front of me unharmed, even though you smell like a wolf." It was a venomous purr in her voice. "Damon, tell me why I shouldn't rip your heart out where it is."An inferior man would

Damon’s POV......Blood.It soaked the altar.It dripped down my fingers.It screamed in my ears.The scent of burnt flesh and spell-ink clung to my skin like a second layer of guilt. But I didn’t flinch. I couldn’t. Not in front of Lilith and the entire Eclipse Coven.The child’s eyes had stayed on mine until his last breath. No pleading. No crying. Just silent horror, and an unspoken question: Why?I didn’t have the answer.Because I didn’t stop it.Because I needed to play the monster to kill a bigger one.Because I was too far in to crawl back to the light now.Lilith’s voice sliced through the hush that followed. “A necessary sacrifice. Every empire is built on blood.”The witches around me moaned in approval, their eyes rolling back in ecstasy like they fed on death itself.Monsters. Every one of them.And I… I was becoming one of them.No. I pretended to be.There’s a difference.I didn’t mourn the child. Not yet. That luxury came later. When you were deep in enemy territory, m

(Rhea's POV)The scent of jasmine and blood lingered in the palace air.Kael had forbidden me from opening the windows. He said the breeze carried whispers now, voices of dead gods, traitorous wolves, and rebel kings.But I knew the truth.He was afraid.Afraid of what was coming.Afraid of Damon.I stared at my reflection in the obsidian mirror. The woman who looked back was draped in silver and nightshade. A crown rested upon my head, delicate and deadly. Lilith’s mark shimmered faintly at my collarbone, a curse disguised as protection.“I am not your puppet,” I whispered.And yet, the chains around my heart pulled tighter every time Kael touched me. Every time he reminded me that Damon was dead. That he’d made sure of it.Lies.I felt him.Every night in my dreams, Damon’s voice echoed through the void. Sometimes angry. Sometimes gentle.But always alive.Tonight, the court gathered for a blood moon ritual. Lilith’s wraiths circled the palace like vultures, and Kael stood at the ce