Semua Bab Fated to the Cursed Alpha King: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Lyria's POV I woke up the next morning wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and soft sheets, Kael’s arm draped protectively around my waist, his breathing steady behind me. The first rays of sunlight streamed through the slightly drawn curtains, casting golden streaks across the room, bathing everything in a tender glow.For a fleeting moment, the chaos of the war, the bloodshed, and the pain from the night before slipped from my mind. All I could think of—feel, even—was the raw intensity and depth of what had transpired between Kael and me last night.My body still tingled with the memory of his hands on my skin, the hunger in his kiss, the fire in his eyes. The way we came together like two halves of the same soul desperately finding home in one another after being torn apart.I smiled to myself, a slow, dreamy kind of smile. My fingers traced over the crook of my neck where Kael had marked me—his mark. It pulsed faintly now with a warmth I couldn’t explain, like a star lodged under my sk

Kael's POV The journey to the seer felt like walking through a tunnel with no end, the terrain familiar and yet stretched endlessly under the weight of my thoughts. I knew I didn’t have the luxury of time, but each step closer to the seer’s dwelling made me feel heavier. Like the very act of seeking answers was slowly anchoring me in a truth I might not be ready to face.When I finally reached the seer’s small hut nestled between withered oaks and whispering moss, I didn’t bother knocking. She was already outside, sitting cross-legged before her fire, her eyes half-lidded as if she'd been waiting for me since the beginning of time."You wish to chase a shadow that refuses to die," she said, before I could utter a word. Her voice was raspy, like dry leaves dragged across stone.I froze. I shouldn't have been surprised. She always knew. "Then you already know why I’m here."She nodded once, the motion slow and eerie. "The man you seek now wears two skins."My brows creased. "What does

Lyria's POVThe metallic tang of blood still hung in the air, staining the wooden floor and seeping into my senses even though I had already left the room. I stood just outside the threshold, trembling slightly, not from fear, but from the aftermath of what had just unfolded.Hood stood by me, his broad frame solid and unmoving, acting as a silent shield. Mira soon joined us, her face pale and her eyes reflecting the swirl of shock still settling inside her. Behind us, the hallway was chaotic. Warriors murmured to one another, confused but ready for action, and palace workers stood stiffly, waiting for instruction. The eerie silence that followed the confrontation had now morphed into hushed chaos.Hood finally raised his voice, commanding with the same strength he had used when leading warriors in battle. “Drag her out,” he said flatly, motioning to the twisted, bloodied body that had once resembled Ivy. “That’s not her anymore. That was Magnus.”The warriors hesitated for a beat, a

Lyria's POVThe garden smelled of lilacs and warm earth as I strolled barefoot along the stone path, my fingertips brushing the delicate petals lining the walkway. A faint breeze toyed with the hem of my pale-blue gown, and I pressed a hand to my belly, feeling the soft flutter of life stirring within me.It had been seven months since I got pregnant, seven months since I had discovered the little life was growing in me. “My baby,” I smiled faintly. Your Dad and I just can't wait to see you.”As if proving it to me that he could hear me, I felt the baby stir again as I winced slightly, but the joy that came from this proof of life instantly kicked out the pain and a smile crept its way back to my face. A smile that only lingered for a while until I remembered the real reason I had stylishly left Kael in the room and came here. It's been long since Magnus was gone, traitors were exposed and our people had been doing right by one another. And I had felt at peace all along. But now,

Kael's POV It took everything in me to pet Lyria to sleep after Mira dropped that terrible bombshell of a dream.I’d sat there, numb at first, staring into the dim light of our room as Lyria trembled in my arms. Even after Mira left—her face pale, her words still hanging heavy in the air—Lyria couldn’t stop shaking. I’d held her close, rubbing soothing circles over her back, whispering reassurances I wasn’t even sure I believed myself.But it wasn’t until her breathing finally evened out, her lashes damp against her cheeks, that I let my own guard slip.I lay beside her, staring up at the ceiling as the moonlight filtered through the curtains. My muscles were tense, my mind racing in a million directions.Mira’s words kept echoing in my head.“Your baby possesses powers of his own, even before birth. But there’s still an existing magic somewhere... something old, something dark... it must be destroyed before it finds its way to your child.”Our child.My hand had instinctively gone t