Semua Bab The Lycan King’s Witch: Beneath the Crimson Moon: Bab 101 - Bab 110

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

Salffera's POV “And for the first time in years, I have something worth fighting for.” His words were a remedy in itself. I kept quiet, embracing his feelings and the bond that the moon goddess had chosen for me. After a few more minutes, he slowly released me and looked down at me. My hand lifted towards his face. He held his breath as my fingers hovered just inches from his skin. This man was becoming someone I wouldn’t be able to live without. But the memories hit me before my hand could reach him. Their weight, their claws, the terror, and the pain. I quickly yanked my hand back with a sharp and broken inhale. “I can’t,” I choke out. Ashamed, I dropped my head. Who was I kidding? How could I accept him as my mate? He was a lycan. He would look just like them. He was capable of all the things they had done. I closed my eyes tightly and the second he opened his mouth, they were open again. Desperate to find his face again. His voice was gentle. “It’s alright.” His hand soothi

Dom's POVThere was pain now. Her pain, rushing through our bond like a flood.‘Luna is in trouble!’ Cyrus’ voice rang through the mind link I wasn’t aware I opened.I could hear the others panic but it was muffled compared to her.All I heard was her. Her fear. Her panic. Her agony.Amos continued to run.‘We will make it!’ He reassured, his desperation played thick in his words.Amos howled so loudly the trees trembled. Everything else disappeared. Her pain intensified the closer we got, each wave cutting deeper, ripping away my sanity.Please don’t let me be too late. Please don’t let anything happen to her. Please, goddess, please.When we reached the sanctuary, the scene was horrific and the stench of blood filled the air. “Ana!” Amos and I roared togetherIt was the first time we had ever spoken in our Lycan form, bringing everyone in earshot to stare in our direction. But I didn’t care about that right now. All I cared about was Ana, and our pup she was carrying.Fear twisted