All Chapters of The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Rheal had only slept for two hours when he woke again, he found Lylah beside him. Cal was sleeping soundly, while Eshara was also awake.“Rheal,” she whispered, reaching to caress his hair.“Is Grandma awake?” he sat up.Lylah’s smile was tight. “Not yet. Morning is close, she’ll be up by then. Go back to sleep, or it might affect your health.”“But I had a nightmare. I’m afraid to go back to sleep.”“What nightmare?”“Grandma said goodbye.”Lylah stopped stroking his hair.“Will Grandma really be okay?”Lylah couldn't reply. Sylra’s words were still ringing in her head. She still hadn’t figured out how to tell Rheal about Drakora. Drakora had raised him, it would break his heart.“Why aren’t you saying anything?” he muttered, his voice close to breaking.“Hey, uhm… I really don’t know how to say this, but your grandma…” she paused and sighed. Gawd, this is hard.“Lylah,” a female Ouroborous knocked and opened the door. “Sylra called for you.”“I’ll be right back,” Lylah said to Rhea

Fire crackled, casting a warm glow in the room. Valoreth stood by the window frame, drowned in thought. "So, have you found out who this mysterious savior of the realm is?" Damaris, seated behind him, asked. Valoreth rolled his eyes. "What's the point of investigating? Aren’t they doing us a favor already? There's no need to waste time on it. Instead, we should focus on the upcoming gathering and claim the saving efforts as our own." "But still, Valoreth, we need to see it through. Remember the scrolls in the king's study went missing. Someone stole and tended to them. Don’t you think we should know who it really was?" Damaris looked uneasy. Valoreth turned sharply from the window to face him. "Could be one of the lower-ranked lords. Lord Merek or Lord Atheon, maybe. Probably trying to show off. Why are you so troubled about this? Did you find something?" Damaris sighed. "Well… one of the Alphas on our side overheard something strange. Someone claimed they saw a male with sil

"This is so pretty. It looks just like Eryndor. It reminds me so much of Selene," Lylah said as they gathered in the private room.Sylra nervously stared at the creature in her arms, which was eyeing everyone as if marking their faces, especially Cal, whose mouth wouldn’t stay closed."Do you mind if I shove a piece of bread into your mouth and choke you?" Eshara asked."Don't you see it, Eshara? They’ll soon be Dragon Keepers and my adopted mom is one now! It's a big thing. I can't even wrap my head around it. What if I get to have a dragon too?"Eshara smacked him on the head. "You think the goddess will choose you?""Why are you so hard on me? You like me or something?" Cal whined.Eshara rolled her eyes."Have you figured out a name for it yet?" Lylah asked Sylra."No... I'll do that later. The goddess will show me the way. Uhm... how's Rheal?""I'm good," Rheal said, stepping into the room with Sylra's sister, a small smile on his face. "I'm here to see the creature and say goodb

All Arianna said was true. Valoreth had been pushed over the edge, and now his decision had become too desperate. Evoking fear was the only way he could maintain control.'This is King Duncan's prediction. All you need to do is keep your head low and let us handle the rest.'Elder Varyn took a deep breath as Arianna's words echoed in his head. He wondered where King Duncan might be at the moment. Honestly, Duncan scared Elder Varyn the most.Who knows what the King of the Realm was about to do? But whatever it is, he trusted him."I demand silence!" Valoreth roared. The space fell quiet. No one had seen where the shots came from, so all lowered their voices."I know what you’re thinking. I’m a murderer. I’ve committed one of the greatest crimes this realm has ever seen. And let me tell you something," his voice dropped, cold and dangerous, "I killed the most powerful male in the realm and also a daughter of the Dragon Goddess. Doesn’t that mean you should fear me? That you should keep

Not real. This is not real. You're simply hallucinating, Valoreth. Perhaps you fell asleep in your chamber and haven’t woken up yet. This is just another nightmare. Duncan Thornevale isn't sitting on his fucking throne. His gaze settled on Sahrak. The male was no longer breathing. Gone? Judging by his state, Duncan must have been torturing him the entire time he’d gone missing. Valoreth suddenly slapped his own face, the sound echoing through the vast hall. “Wake up!” Slap. “Wake up!!!” Slap. “Wake up, goddammit!!!” He screamed. And screamed. No longer slapping, now scratching at his own face until blood dripped to the floor. The sting gave him a cruel reminder. Everything was real. Duncan was still there, seeming to enjoy the show. How was this possible? The poison should have killed him. Valoreth had seen the skulls. The bones. It had been seven years, so how was this possible? Valoreth tried to gather the pieces. Tried to fish out every possibilities but, non