Semua Bab DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Inside the grand halls of King Maxwell’s palace, every heartbeat echoed with tension. The air was thick with urgency, the scent of smoke and iron drifting in from the open windows. War had come. Not just a battle, but war that threatened to split the very foundation of Bomada. The witches had taken their stations, their circle formed in the eastern courtyard beneath the black moon. Robes billowing, eyes aglow with silver magic, they chanted in rhythmic waves, their voices rising and falling like the tide. These were no longer simple spell-weavers, they were warriors, trained and sharpened under the guidance of their Queen, Delilah. Sparks of violet and indigo rippled from their joined hands, forming glowing seals that shot through the skies like lightning, mending the cracks enemies attempted to rip open. But the assault was relentless. Every hour, the dark forces surged again, vile creatures of shadow and smoke, twisted Lycans corrupted by forbidden magic, and worst of all, the

Maxwell stepped closer to Delilah, his eyes filled with concern, love, and longing. Gently, he reached out and touched her arm, but the moment his skin made contact with hers, he winced in pain. “Ouch,” he hissed, pulling back. Delilah's eyes, glowing softly like a fading flame, turned toward him. They had burned brightly just moments before, like twin lasers, but now they had calmed. A shimmer of sorrow lingered in them. “I’m sorry, my King,” she whispered, her voice gentle but firm. “You can’t touch me right now. Something is happening inside me. It’s beyond my control.” Maxwell shook his head slowly, regret written across his face. “No, don’t apologise. I should’ve known. I just… I missed you.” She gave him a small, sad smile. But her thoughts were racing elsewhere. “Mother,” she said suddenly, her voice rising with urgency. “Where are the children?” The strange whispering trees of the Hidden Kingdom still echoed in her mind. “Your light burns, but their love will endure it

In the magical kingdom of Bomada, the birthplace of Queen Delilah, trouble was stirring. The palace, once filled with light and celebration, now stood under a cloud of darkness. Outside its tall golden gates, King Keith Alexander Hayes stood beside his witch mate, Rowan, their faces tense and serious. They had failed. Their recent mission to break into the Shadow Claws Pack, the most powerful part of Bomada had ended in disaster. Rowan had sent her shadows there, hoping to weaken Delilah’s growing strength, but the mission had failed. Terribly. Rowan had barely escaped with her life, along with a few strong witches. The rest had died, consumed by flames. The fire was not natural, it was wild magic, the kind no dark spell could control. Now, Rowan paced back and forth in front of the remaining witches. Her long black and gold robe fluttered as she walked. Her eyes, once beautiful and mysterious, now looked darker than the night sky. Cold. Empty. Dangerous. Her presence was no longer

Delilah’s POV Outside the palace gates, the morning mist clung to the air like a soft warning. A sea of warriors had assembled. They stood in silence, row after row, stretching far beyond the front courtyard. Alphas with their battle-scarred armor, Luna warriors with glowing tattoos pulsing with protection spells, and the witches of our kingdom in flowing robes, their staffs and wands glimmering under the dawn. Rosa stood in the front line with Cross, her mate, both of them flanked by a handful of Elders who, despite their age, refused to be left behind. They had seen too much, lost too many, and they would not allow their people to fall to darkness again. King Maxwell stood tall in front of them all, his arm linked tightly with mine. Alpha Farrell stood proudly to my other side, the wind catching his silver cloak, the mark of his title. Together, we wore war garments woven from threads infused with protective runes and old enchantments. They shimmered under the light. Our cloaks

The barrier stood tall like a wall made of glass. But this was no ordinary wall, it was magical, ancient, and alive. It stretched as far as the eye could see, reaching east, west, and south, wrapping the entire Magic Kingdom in a shimmering shell. For many years, no one could see it. It looked like nothing was there. But now, it was visible, shining faintly under the morning sun. The moment Queen Delilah and her mother arrived, the illusion revealed itself like a secret that could no longer hide. Delilah stood in front of it with her head held high. Beside her were her mother, the once-lost Queen of the Magic Kingdom, and Kala, her youngest sister who is also a princess of the magic kingdom.. The three women stared at the barrier that once protected their home but now kept them out like strangers. “This is our land,” Delilah whispered, her voice strong but full of sadness. “And yet, it has turned its face from us.” Normally, the presence of someone born of the royal bloodline sho