Semua Bab Sold To The Wrong Lycan Heir: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Chapter 82 – Saw itLucien’s POVIsolde doesn’t see it yet, but her time is up.She’s standing across the room, fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. Her heartbeat gives her away, fluttering fast like a warning drum. Selene stands just behind me, flanked by Aria, Theron, Koda, and Nyra’s family. Everyone’s attention is fixed on her.I tilt my head, keeping my voice steady. “You had your hands on Selene’s necklace. Want to tell them why?”She blinks, startled. Her eyes dart between us, calculating. Then she straightens up. A soft smile appears. “I saw it on the table. Thought it looked familiar. I was going to return it, honestly.”She dangles the necklace like it’s nothing, but I’ve prepared for this moment. “You’re lying.” I hold up my phone. “There’s a camera in that room. It caught everything.”Her mask cracks. Hands tense. She leans forward like she might deny it, but I turn the screen toward the others before she can speak. The footage plays. Everyone sees her rifling through my

Chapter 84 – FleeTheron entered the hospital’s medical wing with a calm, dignified stride. The atmosphere shifted almost instantly at the sight of him. Nurses and attendants bowed their heads respectfully, pausing in their duties to acknowledge the presence of the royal figure. In return, the prince offered a courteous nod and a smile so polished, it could have belonged to a saint. To the staff, he appeared gracious, approachable even. But that smile, refined and charming as it was, served a different purpose entirely.Behind that gleaming exterior was a carefully maintained mask. One that concealed not warmth or goodwill, but calculation and something far colder. Theron had long mastered the art of deception, perfecting every gesture until no one could tell what truly lurked behind his gaze. Few, if any, had ever caught a glimpse of what lay beneath.As he reached the hallway leading to his father’s private room, his footsteps slowed. His expression remained composed, but the gleam

Chapter 86 – She kissed me Theron’s POVPeople often told me that control was a fantasy, that the world shifted without care for one’s plans, and that the wise learned to adapt. I rejected that notion before I even understood it. I was not born to follow tides. I was born to command them.Every step in my life has been a calculated one. Every outcome measured and managed. I have moved through this kingdom like a player at a well-worn chessboard, confident that no piece would ever surprise me.And yet here I am, standing amid the very chaos I tried to prevent. I watch my father—awake, alert, and staring back at me with an awareness I had long tried to erase. The expression in his eyes is not just lucid. It is damning.To his left stands Selene. Not the trembling omega I once dismissed. Not the quiet shadow of Lucien I had written off. This woman beside the King is different. She holds herself with purpose now. Her gaze does not flinch from mine, and I see in her the thing I failed to

Chapter 88 – Shadows and SmokeLucien’s POVThe tea has gone cold.I don’t remember pouring it. The cup sits untouched on the table, steam long gone. The house is quiet. Unsettlingly quiet.Selene’s chair is empty.She always takes that seat. She always texts when she’s late, even if it’s five minutes. Even if it’s nothing.I check my phone again. The screen is blank. No messages. No calls. Nothing.It’s past midnight.She left before sundown to visit the market. That was hours ago.I stand up fast, the chair scraping loudly against the tile. My hand trembles slightly as I hit speed dial.Koda answers on the second ring. “What’s wrong?”“She’s missing,” I say. My voice is steady, but something inside me is unraveling. “Selene didn’t come back. I need help.”He doesn’t ask for proof. Doesn’t hesitate.“I’m on it,” he says.Ten minutes later, we’re in motion. Koda brings two more wolves. Scouts join in. We split up and search. We start with Nyra’s place. Then the potion shop. The alley

Chapter 90 – Something’s wrongSelene’s POVThe corridor stinks of ash and mildew. Every step feels heavier than the last. My legs tremble. I don’t know if it’s from exhaustion, hunger, or fear. Maybe all three.Lucien holds onto me as we push forward. His grip is steady, even though I can tell he’s scanning every shadow for danger. His hand never strays far from his dagger, and his eyes flick to every sound, no matter how small. The tension in him is impossible to ignore.When we reach what looks like a collapsed atrium, he slows.“Something’s wrong,” he says.I don’t need to ask what. I feel it too. The silence is too still. No breeze. No rats. Even the hum of magic in the air has died. Something is waiting.Lucien angles his body in front of mine the moment three figures step into view. They seem to appear from nowhere. One second the path is empty. The next, Theron, Dorian, and Isolde are standing there as if summoned by thought alone.My heart lurches into my throat. Lucien tense