Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By The Lycan King: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

Eight days. Eight days of staring at the same ceiling, counting the same seventeen cracks, and having conversations with Herbert the water stain in the corner. My body had become a prison within a prison – my pregnant form confined to this bed, which was confined to this room, which was confined to this palace that increasingly felt like the most luxurious jail cell in history. The bruises had faded to a sickly yellow-green, my hip only ached when I shifted too quickly, and the twins were perfectly fine according to every scan. Yet here I lay, captive to my mate's overprotective fears rather than medical necessity.I traced the curve of my belly beneath the silk nightgown, feeling one of the twins stretch against my palm. Their movements had grown stronger in the past week – no longer mere flutters but definite pushes and kicks that made the fabric ripple visibly. Artemis hummed with maternal satisfaction within me, though her patience with our confinement had worn dangerou

I eased it open, wincing at the slight creak of hinges, but the sound didn't carry far. The narrow service corridor beyond was empty as expected – most staff were busy preparing for afternoon tea service or changing linens in the guest wing where a diplomatic delegation was staying.I moved swiftly but cautiously, my hand resting protectively over my belly as I navigated the back passages of the palace. These corridors had been designed for invisibility – servants appearing when needed without disrupting the elegant flow of royal life. Now they served a different purpose, allowing a queen to disappear when visibility had become too constrictive.Twice I froze at approaching footsteps, pressing myself into alcoves or behind doors until the danger passed. Once, I was nearly discovered by a young maid carrying fresh towels, but a last-second turn down a side passage saved me from detection. My heart pounded with exertion and exhilaration, the twins responding to my el

I was reviewing security reports with Christian when Emma's voice pierced my mind, her mental touch ragged with fear. *Theo, I need you.* The panic in her thoughts hit me like a physical blow, Aeson surging forward with protective fury. She wasn't in our chambers. She wasn't even in the palace. The realisation that she had somehow slipped past guards and barriers that were meant to keep her safe sent ice through my veins even as I answered her call.*Emma? Where are you? What's happened?* I was already on my feet, Christian rising in response to my sudden movement, his grey eyes sharp with concern.*The forest,* came her reply, her mental voice unsteady in a way that made Aeson howl within me. *By the pond you put in for me. Please come. Someone left... something. A threat.*"Emma's in the forest," I told Christian, already striding toward the door, every muscle tense with urgency. "Someone's left a threat. The pond clearing."Christian's expressi

I stood frozen, watching the white streak of Artemis disappear between the trees, taking with her my mate, my queen, and any illusion that I had handled this situation correctly. The forest seemed to mock me with its indifference—birds continued their songs, leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, sunlight dappled the clearing as if nothing world-shattering had just occurred. But something had shattered: Emma's trust in me. Aeson paced restlessly within, his golden presence radiating distress at our mate's departure. *Fix this,* he urged. *Mate hurt. Our fault.*"She'll come back," Christian said again, his hand still on my arm, though whether to comfort or restrain me, I couldn't tell."But what will she come back to?" I asked, the words barely audible even to my own ears. "What have I done?"Christian's grip tightened briefly before releasing me. "We need to secure the scene. I'll call Simpson."I nodded mechanically, Aeson's distress bleeding into

A slight hesitation this time. "The connection there is... complicated. We've uncovered financial links dating back to the founding between Humphreys family accounts and organisations now known to be Coalition fronts. However, these could be explained as standard aristocratic investments rather than ideological support. We're continuing to investigate."I took another sip of my tea, using the moment to gather my thoughts. "The ruling in their trial—could it be overturned if you found concrete evidence of their involvement in these extremist activities?"Simpson sighed, the sound carrying the weight of decades navigating legal complexities. "Potentially, Your Majesty. But we would need substantial new evidence—not merely connections or suspicious patterns, but direct proof of criminal activity. The Humphreys family has considerable influence in the judicial system, and any case against them would face intense scrutiny."The twins shifted restlessly within m