All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Witch: Beneath the Crimson Moon: Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

Anastasia's POV‘Are you finished with your responsibilities yet?’ Amos’ voice filled my head, and an unavoidable smile painted my face. Dom must still be busy for Amos to be talking with me alone.‘Just about. Missed me?’ I asked, knowing the answer.“More than the moon and the stars, mate.’ Amos whimpered.He was the cutest. He was so child like at times and then, there were the other times when Dom would be sleeping and he would take control. They were definitely polar opposites.‘When you’re finished, come and see us. Dom needs you too.’I frowned slightly. I knew he did. After the Seer, and that unexpected visitor baring gifts, I’ve never seen him so closed off before.‘I’ll make time.’ I reassured him, making my way down to the kitchen in search for Miss Elaina.If I was being honest, I needed him too. I was just given huge news and didn’t have the time to talk to him about it. Maybe that’s what the Seer ment when she said my blood held the key.If that was true, then maybe I co

Dom’s POVIt was taking everything in me not to dismiss everyone. I have been sitting here since this morning. I’ve had to deal with such minuscule things, when all I wanted to do was meet with Benji and figure out how we could go about protecting Ana.“I’m begging you, my king, spare my boy. He is all I have left.” Mrs. Fawn begged for the thousandth time.Amos perked up the second the double doors opened and Ana walked in. I myself felt the same way, but I couldn't go to her now. I was still busy.'My love/mate!' Both Amos and I greeted her via mind link.I motioned for Ana to join me as I gave the signal to the guards to escort Mrs. Fawn out of the room."Again, Mrs. Fawn. My heart goes to you, it truly does, but what your son did is unforgivable, and one of the worst crimes you could commit. Surely, you understand why it has to be done," I stated, my voice void of emotion.As much as I hated this part of the job, it had to be done. Mrs. Fawn broke into full on hysterics as the gua

Dom's POV“Prophecies cause chaos. So much unknown yet if all feels permanent. It would make a good lever as well.”I stepped closer, scanning over his mess. “Benji-“ I started but he was so invested in this theory, he didn’t hear me.“Think about it. It’s possible. If you read a prophecy that names a Redeemer and blood as the key, how could you spin that? You being the last Lycan king would make an easy target, of course. But the witches-“ he flipped through the books pages.“-The witches has their own center. According to this text here, The High Priestess is an anchor. If the moon sings, she hears it first. Which means Anastasia, Luna, most likely plays a part in all of this whether we want her to or not.”My jaw flexed. The last thing I needed right now was to be reminded that my Ana would was tied into all of this. We already knew this.“Benji.” I set my palms onto the table, causing the wood to reek but he continued.“I’ve cross-checked six blood-moon fragments from our archive

Salffera’s POVThe room is too quiet. Too still, a too clean.I’ve been in this suite for three days, and yet it still felt like I was trespassing… or hiding. The walls were stone, smooth and pale, nothing at all like the living wood and woven branches that I was used to. The window’s were too wide. The bed, too soft.I could still faintly smell the stench of those Lycans no matter how many times I’ve cracked the door open to let the draft sweep it away, but I couldn’t escape it… Couldn’t escape them.I kept the curtains drawn. I didn’t want the moonlight touching me tonight. I felt abandoned by her.Every time I shifted my weight, pain hummed through me. Dull and heavy. It was a constant reminder that was now carved into my flesh and internally. Dr. Hannah said that my body was healing well. But my magic was saying otherwise. It used to sit beneath my skin like warm tidewater. Now, it was distant, muffled, like I’m reaching for it through thick glass.I tried to access it again, clos