Semua Bab Just an omega: The Lycan's mate.: Bab 41 - Bab 46

A month had passed since the throne was reclaimed. The castle walls, once shattered, now stood repaired stronger, fiercer, like the powerful Alejandro that ruled within them. The streets of the capital, once choked with the stench of betrayal, now bustled with life again. Markets reopened. Homes were rebuilt. The scars of war were healing. But the kingdom’s heart remained fractured. Alejandro stood at his war table, maps sprawled before him, marked with red ink where scouts had searched and found nothing. No trail. No whispers. No sign of the Bone Eaters. His claws dug into the wood. They couldn’t have vanished.Yolanda entered, their son cradled against her shoulder. The baby now named Leon, for the lion-hearted, had grown stronger, his tiny fingers curling around his mother’s braid. But his sister’s absence was a shadow over them all. "Still nothing?" she asked softly. Alejandro didn’t answer. His silence was answer enough. She exhaled, stepping closer. "The council is waiti

The journey back to the capital took three days. Marcus and his hunters dragged the Bone Lord through frozen grounds and rocky valleys, his chains were clinking with every step. The creature did not speak. Not when the mountain winds cut through his flesh. Not when his wrists started suffering from frost bite. His black eyes remained fixed ahead, his ruined jaw set in silence.Marcus preferred it this way. Each night, they bound the creature to a tree while the hunters took turns standing watch. The Bone Lord never slept. He simply stared into the darkness, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. Sometimes his lips would twitch, not in pain, but as if remembering some private amusement. Marcus would kick him then, not hard enough to kill, but enough to wipe that smile away. When they got to the castle, Marcus pulled the Bone Lord through the crowd as they cleared a path for him. The creature's chains scraped on the stone path. Its gray skin looked like old leather in

“You're going to lose again, old man!" Leon's laughter rang across the courtyard as he danced just out of reach, practice sword flashing in the sunlight. Marcus wiped sweat from his brow, grinning as he adjusted his grip on his own weapon. "Keep talking, pup. I'll have you flat on your back before—" "Before what? Before your knees give out? Leon darted forward, blade striking hard enough to make Marcus stagger back a step. The gathered soldiers and servants burst into cheers. “I trained your mother you know? and she's the queen, you're simply no match for me.” Leon glanced at his mother.From the balcony above, Yolanda leaned against the railing, shaking her head. "He gets that mouth from you, you know."Alejandro, standing beside her, snorted. "Lies. That’s all you." But there was no bite in his words just warmth, the kind that had settled between them over 16 years of healing. Below, Leon feinted left, then swept Marcus’s legs out from under him. The big man hit the dirt with a dr