All Chapters of The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“All done,” Lylah said, dusting off her hands after helping Selene gather firewood.“Thank you, Lylah. You should head back to your chamber. You must be tired,” Selene said kindly.But Lylah shook her head. “I’m not. Do you need help with anything else?”Selene blinked, now sensing something off. The girl was definitely hiding something. “Who are you running from?”“Running? Oh—no, I’m not running from anyone,” Lylah let out an awkward laugh.The head maid gave her a suspicious look. “Hm. Then go back to your chamber and lock yourself in. It’s the full moon. Wolves are hungry, and you’re getting more… feminine these days. I know you’d break their necks if they tried anything—and that’s exactly what I’m trying to prevent.”Lylah pouted, glancing down at her body. Feminine? No wonder some of her clothes had started to feel tighter.After the head maid bid her goodnight, Lylah began heading back to her chamber. Truthfully, Selene wasn’t wrong—she wasn’t exactly running… but she was avoid

Rain poured from the sky, thunder roaring as lightning flashed its zigzag pattern across the dark heavens.Falcon found the regal Grand Lord standing by a corridor, eyes tightly shut, his arms clamped behind his back. The tension in his broad shoulders showed the male was raging with his Lycan within.Worried that Lucas might lose himself, Falcon suggested, “Shall I call Yvonne back?”The male didn’t reply for what felt like too long. His mind replayed everything he had said to Lylah. Apart from Duncan, Falcon and a few females he had harshly mounted, Lucas had never spoken of his sick desire. Now that Lylah knew of it, it felt… strange.After realizing what he had said, he had added more.‘If you want to keep your soul still intact, little wolf… run as fast as you can. Before I stop caring whether I’ll break you…’He had left her there after those words—words he had meant. Now, knowing how she felt, and how crazily her scent intoxicated him under the full moon, Lucas feared it woul

“Can’t the idiot Lords just get arrested by the King?” Lylah asked Arianna as they had lunch together.“And why should they be arrested?”“I don’t know,” Lylah shrugged. “They’re… disobeying the King.”Arianna dropped her fork and explained, “That’s not how politics works, Lylah. They’re the pillars of the realm. They see me as a threat and are doing what they think is right. All of this depends on the realm’s decision. If we get most of the realm on our side, then it’s game over for them.”Lylah’s lips twitched. “But they’re not going to sit still and wait.”“We know,” Arianna nodded. “But the King can’t just arrest them without proof. Lord Valoreth has had a clean record ever since he was appointed to his regal post. There’s no evidence—yet. Duncan is still digging… but right now…” her lips tightened, “it’s a thin line. Acting out might make the realm believe I really did manipulate the King and turned him against his people.”“Ohhhh…” Lylah drawled. “That’s why the King is holding

Lord Valoreth stood frozen, jaw slack. The goblet in his hand would have fallen if he hadn’t gathered himself in the next second.Lord Damaris wore the same expression, the color drained from his face.Both ancient Lycans stared at the messenger, who had just finished reading from the small scroll, their eyes wide as if waiting for him to laugh and admit it was a fucking joke.“Are you certain?” Damaris finally managed to speak.“Yes, my Lord—” the messenger’s words were cut off as Valoreth snatched the paper, its sympathetic ink revealed, from his hands.Reading through it, anger flared through Valoreth’s bones and he smashed his goblet against the nearest wall, sending its pieces scattering.“Fuucckkk!!!” he roared, raking his thick, long brown hair back.Damaris was barely holding himself together, his fists clenched with rage.Valoreth cursed under his breath over and over, searching for something else to destroy but, finding nothing, forced himself to stay calm.“Could that be a

Cor Triantha—the name might sound appealing, but it was anything but. It was created to mask the horror behind it.Centuries ago, a powerful dark mage discovered the ritual. At the time, male Ancient Lycans who had survived the Ouroboros War were known, invincible. Their bond with the moon, with their mates, and their very blood made them a force no ordinary weapon could destroy.Cor Triantha was crafted as a means to threaten that very race.The poison required three hearts. Not just any hearts, but hearts willingly given by those the caster loved most. Family, friends, anyone whose love for the caster was true.The pain of the caster, combined with the sacrifice of those hearts, was bound into the poison, making it deadly beyond mortal comprehension.It became a forbidden weapon capable of killing a male Ancient Lycan.But only if delivered by his fated mate.Her willingness wasn’t needed.If Valoreth truly planned to kill the other two Lords and frame the captured Ouroboros, then h