บททั้งหมดของ My Secret Call Boy is Lycan King: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Elara’s voice cracked. “I didn’t ask to be treated this way—”“No,” I said, stepping forward now, my voice low. Steady. “You asked to be treated like me. You wanted the dress. The title. The husband. But here’s the thing, Elara…”I looked her straight in the eyes.“You’ll never be me.”Her expressio

(Elara’s POV)The halls of the Ronan estate were silent.Not quiet—silent. Like a held breath. Like the world itself was waiting for someone to crack.I closed the door to my borrowed room behind me with trembling fingers. My hands still shook from the way Ronan had looked through me, like I was fog

(Violet’s POV)The contract between us was made of paper—but it might as well have been carved instone.Lucian didn’t speak as I walked into his office. He simply slid the folder across his deskwith the quiet command of a man used to signing lives away. His posture wasinfuriatingly relaxed—leaned

(Lucian POV)The council chamber was carved from black stone and gilded restraint. Every torch along the walls burned low, as if even fire knew better than to shine too brightly in a room where power preferred the dark.I sat at the head of the crescent table, posture deceptively relaxed, fingers st

(Violet POV)They waited until midnight.That was the genius of it. Not during the dance, not during the toast. But in the pause. The breath between spectacle and aftermath. When even I had begun to believe the worst might be over.The steward wasn’t the same one who had delivered Lucian’s speech. T