Semua Bab The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving : Bab 181 - Bab 190

A painful scream shook the four corners of the room. The woman, soaked in sweat, trembled violently in bed as she labored.Blood damped the thick sheet beneath her, her legs spread apart.“Take it out! Fucking take it out!!!”“Almost there, my Queen. You just need to push a little more,” the older palace midwife—also the head maid—said gently from between the Queen’s thighs.“Get it out. Please! I’m so tired,” cried the exhausted woman.It had been seventy-two long hours, and every bone in her body ached with fire. She was sweating profusely, her hair, spread across the bed—soaked through.Gripping the maids on either side of her, she let out an ear-wracking scream.Outside the labor room, the other maids were panicking. The Queen's fifth labor had lasted longer than the previous four. Pity flashed across their faces—not just because she sounded as though she might die giving birth, but because the King did not care. He hadn’t even come to check on her once.At the moment, the King w

“She won again.”Yvonne scoffed at the news delivered by the head maid, Paige. Her fists clenched in anger. When would that annoying little bitch finally lose—or better yet, die?Ever since she had challenged her six years ago, back when Yvonne was Lord Lucas’ mistress, Yvonne had harbored deep hatred for Lylah and wished she would one day lose a match and perish in the arena.Perhaps one day, Yvonne would kill her herself.“I have more news, my lady,” Paige said. “The Queen has delivered a girl.”Yvonne’s eyes widened with excitement. “She did?”“Yes, my lady. The King has already heard of it.”Yvonne’s heart swelled with joy as she glanced down at her own swollen belly. Six months pregnant with the King’s child.“I will be the one to give him an heir. And once he sees that, he’ll make me his Queen.”Another person she despised was Brigid, the Queen, and it was because she was her competition.Yvonne had grown up lowborn, covered in dirt, cast out and forgotten. Until she clawed her

{Secret room}"People are dying, famine is everywhere. Food and crops lack nutrients. Water is scarce, wars are breaking out between packs left and right. Women are being raped, children enslaved, crushed under the boots of Alphas who think they're on top of the world now that there's no fucking discipline-and you expect me to be calm, Valoreth?!" Merek yelled.The tension in the room was thick and choking. Valoreth was seething on his seat, one foot tapping impatiently as he watched the older Lord ramble.They were all in a secret room, one they only used for meetings once in a blue moon."By the gods, I decided to visit the king's study room, and guess what I found? A horseshit pile of scrolls from nearly every pack, complaining about how shitty and terrifying the realm has become!" Merek pointed at Toran, who was lazily seated on a chair."You made him king, Valoreth. You went on and on about how you were going to turn the realm around, mold it into something better. You said you

For the next five days that passed, Lylah couldn’t stop thinking about what Lord Atheon had said, and Nyx wouldn’t stop talking about it either, giving her too many reasons to agree and leave this shit hole.The reason they had been keeping her alive was still a mystery. It wasn’t just because of her skills or her special wolf—it was something else. Something sick, perhaps.She had once hoped her sister would come for her, believing Arianna was strong, but she gave up in the third year.Especially after Amy admitted she saw it happen, the arrow shot through Arianna’s heart. Besides, no one heavily wounded falls from such a high sky and survives.The full moon was tonight, and Lylah wondered if Atheon was really preparing her escape. If he was, then he must have balls to pull such a dangerous stunt.Still, Lylah didn’t trust him. She knew the fucker would be here soon and she already plan to reject his offer.The clanking of the gates made Lylah pause her exercise. She opened the door,

That stage where nothing matters anymore. Death, torture, hate—all because the mind has stopped functioning, and the heart is numb.Just like when she was with Lylah. Brigid had been ready to die by her hands; she had started this mess.Now, with Toran’s hands around her throat, she felt nothing.Kill me, Toran. End this pain.Her hands went limp, and she closed her eyes, anticipating the end.But Toran snapped out of his madness and released her.She dropped to her knees, coughing.“Tell me the truth, Brigid,” he growled. “Or I’ll make you talk. It’s the full moon—I planned to be gentle tonight. Don’t make me change my mind.”Wait… he still wanted to sleep with her? No.“It was me!” she blurted.His expression shifted.“I stabbed myself with a dagger coated in wolfsbane. I wanted to ruin my womb so I wouldn’t carry your child. I didn’t care if I died.”Toran paled, eyes wide.“No... why would you do that?” he asked, pulling her into an embrace. “I can’t lose you, Brigid. I’m sorry fo