Semua Bab DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE : Bab 131 - Bab 140

The air was thick with tension as King Alexander stood upon a raised obsidian platform, cloaked in his usual regal black and gold Royal robe, his silver hair swept back, and his sharp eyes gleaming with cruelty and ambition. Before him stretched a sea of warriors, thousands of them, from every corner of the realms. Some were former rogues, others seasoned battle-hardened soldiers from long-forgotten kingdoms. Many were mercenaries hungry for power, riches, or the promise of a new life. But the rest... were dark creatures touched by magic…warlocks, twisted hybrids, cursed seers, and shadow-wielding assassins who owed allegiance only to power. At Alexander’s side stood Rowan, his mate and co-conspirator. Her red robes flowed like fire, and her eyes sparkled with malicious excitement. Behind her hovered three dark witches, cloaked in smoke and shadow, their faces veiled. They had built this army for one reason: to tear apart Delilah’s legacy before it could fully rise. Alexander ste

The flicker of moonlight streamed lazily through the tall stained-glass windows of the royal chamber. Heavy velvet curtains swayed slightly with the breeze, and the air was thick with the scent of lavender and old magic. Rowan sat on the edge of their enormous bed, her fingers trembling slightly as she lowered the enchanted phone from her ear. Her face was blank, pale, drawn tight with worry. The soft creak of a door opening snapped her from her trance. King Alexander emerged from the adjoining bathroom, his wet, muscled form wrapped in nothing but a silken robe, droplets still clinging to his skin. His steps were quiet, almost cautious, as he approached her. "You’ve been quiet since training," he said softly, lowering himself beside her. His strong hand reached for hers, and when she didn’t pull away, he kissed her knuckles with reverence. "Talk to me." Rowan didn’t speak right away. Her eyes were cast downward, heavy with thoughts too dangerous to utter freely. But then, as if t

Rosa’s heart skipped a beat, her expression tightening the moment Zod's words pierced the silence between them. "I want you to kill Delilah." The sentence echoed like thunder in her mind, jarring and cruel. Her breath caught in her throat, her face paled. Even though she had come to hear words from him. To manipulate him in telling her more of their plots or and next plan. She had never thought that things would turn this way. But, she knows that she has to make him think she is with him. So, she played it cool. "What?" she asked, her voice shaky, unsure if she had heard him correctly. Zod’s eyes remained fixed on her, dark and calculating, the calm mask on his face failing to hide the obsession beneath. "You heard me, Rosa. You're the only one close enough to her. No one would suspect you. It has to be you." She took a step back, the air around her suddenly too tight. "You must be out of your mind, Zod. Kill Delilah? I would never…" "Shh," he cooed, stepping closer. "Don’t be

Delilah Running has never been my thing. I hate it. Anything that forces my heart to beat recklessly, anything that makes my chest heave or my legs ache, I despise it. I crave calm, elegance, and control. But right now, all of that is lost. My feet slam into the uneven earth, scattering pebbles in all directions. My lungs burn. My heart pounds like war drums inside my rib cage. Every breath feels like fire. Branches claw at my arms. Thorns pierce through my gown and dig into my skin. Blood drips, warm and fast, as I dodge invisible arrows slicing through the air. Shadows chase me. Arrows whistle past my ears. “She’s escaping!” someone yells from behind. Their voices echo like monsters in the void. I don’t understand. I’ve wronged no one. Why are they hunting me like prey? Why does it feel like the entire earth has turned against me? More arrows fly. I duck just in time. My limbs tremble with exhaustion, yet I keep running. Suddenly, a massive tree opens in front of me, its bar

Delilah “At least, that was the plan, my queen,” Rosa added, snorting, though there was a nervous glint behind her eyes. I didn’t respond immediately. My mind reeled, trying to keep up with the revelation she had just dropped on me. My heart wasn’t racing, not outwardly. But deep inside, there was a coiling storm forming. Zod. That wretched snake. Of course, he would come up with something like this. But for Rosa to be this involved, this close to the flames, frightened me more than I wanted to admit. “Give me more details of the plan,” I said at last, voice calm but commanding. I turned away from her, pacing slowly back toward my seat. Each step felt heavier than the last. I sank into the plush cushions and leaned back, trying to suppress the weight that was pressing down on my shoulders. There had been too many plots, too many traps lately. I needed control. And to have it, I needed clarity. Rosa walked forward and settled into one of the chairs in front of my desk, folding her