All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Witch: Beneath the Crimson Moon: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Anastasia’s POV “We will find a way to fix this. I will fix this.” I reassured, leaning over and wrapping my arms around her. I held her in my arms and cried softly to the sound of her sobs that jerked her body uncontrollably. Although she was only three years younger than me, my feelings were maternal. As she began to calm, I sore I would protect her with my life. Just as I made this promise, the door bursted open and in came Benji. The look on his face displayed a mixture of fear and relief. Huh? Why should he be looking at me like that? No. Not me. He’s looking at… “Mate!” He practically whimpered. I was unable to control my facial expression. My jaw literally dropped. Salffera is his mate? I turned to look at her and her face was covered in both shock and shame. I could feel she was torn between wanting to go to him and wanting him to leave. I smiled, knowing exactly how she felt. It was the same for me. I touched her hand gently, bringing her attention back to me.

Dom’s POV Three days. Three unforgiving days since the attack on Salffera by my kind. And for three days, my kingdom had been a gossiping mess. Word got around fast and although it happened to a witch, many of the Lycan women were uncomfortable and felt unsafe. Between this so called prophecy, the shadow syndicate and this attack on Salffera , I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just out of hate. My gut told me that either someone or something played a part in this. This wasn't a random act of violence. Hate definitely had something to do with it but it had to be more to it. My gaze drifted to the corner of the room, where a meticulously unfurled ancient scroll lay. Benji had finally found the prophecy the witches were talking about. He brought it in yesterday morning but I haven’t taken the time to look at it. I’ve be wrapped up in the attack and trying to calm my people. And then there was the Shadow Syndicate. If they were helping the wolves, it was a possibi

Dom’s POV A part of her wanted to listen to reason while the other just wanted to end him. Eventually, the roots retracted and she backed away from him,leaning further into me. He pulled in trembling breaths, as shallow as a creek. His entire body was trembling as blood continued to stream down his legs. I knew we only had a short window to get him to speak before he passed out again. The way his heart was beating and how laboring his breaths were, he was going into shock and we needed to move fast. “Now, if you don’t want her to start up again, tell us where they were going.” His eyes locked into hers. He was petrified and I would be to if I was on the receiving end of that. He nodded his head frantically and began talking. He told us they were supposed to be heading north. That they all made the decision to go rogue and to never come back. He also admitted to meeting with Alpha Bram. According to him, Bram offered them access to some great power if they joined him. And

Dom’s POV “Crimson moon… a redeemer rises… fallen guardian… an Omnipotent… blood of blood… emerald gaze,” I murmured, the words feeling like stones in my mouth as I mirrored Amos, pacing my office in thought.“This is too much to leave to chance. Too much to dismiss without trying to understand it further.” I couldn’t keep my mind in one place. “The exact timing was always considered irrelevant without the preceding events. But now…” He trailed off, the implication hung in the air. My gaze fell to the prophecy again before I looked back up at Benji’s worried face. There was only one source we would have to go to. The only one who might have a deeper understanding of all of this. “The witch,” I stated. “We’re gonna have to talk to her again. It’s the only way we’re gonna get answers.” Benji’s expression tightened. “Are you sure, your majesty? She’s a witch… do you trust she wouldn’t give you false information?” “Well, she hasn’t lied yet.” I conceded, heading towards t

Anastasia’s POV I finished with the moonpetal, carefully transferring the salve into a small jar and straightened my tunic. It was a simple forest-green linen, lined with golden floral patterns. Mrs. Hazel gifted it to me when she came to acknowledge me as high priestess. I swiftly pushed back a stray strand of my dark hair. My reflection in the polished surface of my wooden table showed a woman with tired eyes. I was gonna need to pull on my magic to get me through this meeting. I managed to find a way to suppress my feelings from him, letting him in every now and again so that he wouldn’t notice but it took a lot of energy to do so. I had to. It was the only way to keep him from asking me every five minutes if I was okay. The burden of feeling my covens emotions were weighing. I needed to appear healthy and strong, that way he wouldn’t try to read my mind again. The walk from my home to Dom’s study felt longer than usual. I was anxious and doing the best I could to keep