All Chapters of Sold to the Lycan King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Morwenna’s POVI didn’t need a crown to feel the weight of the realm on my skull. It was there in every stare from the court, every whisper about Elira, every shadow lengthened by prophecy and blood. But that night, I wore one anyway. Not because I cared for ceremony—gods, no. But because the Bone Seer had sent me a message.And I intended to answer it in gold and flame.The coronation feast had ended hours ago, but I sat alone in the high chamber, stripped of gown and jewels, barefoot and still crowned. The crown was heavy—literally, forged with moongold and bone fragments from ancient beasts—but it wasn’t the metal digging into my scalp that kept me awake.It was the knowledge that my daughter was sleeping three floors below me. A daughter born of a future I hadn’t yet lived. A daughter hunted through timelines. A daughter I couldn’t remember bearing, but whose eyes mirrored mine so hauntingly it undid me.The door creaked open behind me. I didn’t turn.“You’re brooding,” Leofric’s

Morwenna’s POVHeat had been simmering in my chest long before I stepped into the moonlit hall. The air here always carried a hum, like the stones themselves remembered old magic and whispered it back to anyone who could listen. But tonight, the hum was wrong—fast, sharp, restless. The palace wasn’t just watching me. It was bracing for what I was about to do.Leofric was at the far end, leaning against a pillar like he owned the night. Silver thread caught the torchlight along the black of his doublet, sketching out the hard line of his shoulders, the solid weight of his arms. He looked every inch the warrior-king they whispered about in court—but it was his eyes that got me. Steady. Intent. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment.“You came,” he said. Not a welcome. A win.“I said I would,” I told him, even if my voice betrayed the hesitation I wished I could hide.“You’ve been avoiding me.”I crossed the marble slowly, my boots echoing louder than they should have. “I’ve been…

Morwenna’s POVShadows rippled over the fractured horizon, each rift pulsing with a light that didn’t belong to this world. The air smelled wrong—like scorched metal and something sweet rotting in the sun. My breath fogged, even though the wind felt warm.And then I saw him.He stood just beyond the largest tear, framed by the kind of light that hurt to look at. His expression was unreadable, silver eyes swirling like a storm that promised ruin… and something worse. Desire. The kind that stripped you down to the bone and called it salvation.Leofric stepped into my line of sight, blocking him like a shield. “Don’t look at him,” he snapped. His tone was sharp, but his voice trembled just enough for me to hear it. “He’s not real. He’s a lure.”I almost laughed—too bitter to sound sane. “Then why does he feel like the only real thing in this gods-damned place?”Leofric’s jaw tightened. He didn’t answer.Because I knew better. The pull in my chest wasn’t some trick of the rift. It was too

Morwenna’s POVCold air wrapped around me like a shroud as I stepped into the war council chamber. The aroma of charred sage remained in the atmosphere from whatever Leofric had instructed to be burned prior to my arrival. His eyes locked onto mine right away, and for a moment, the tension in the room eased—until I saw the map laid out on the table, stained with red ink in numerous spots. Each mark represented a location where the Bone Seer’s power had established itself.Leofric's tone was abrupt when he talked. "She is expanding her influence." “Delaying further will prevent the realm from healing.”At first, I held back my response as my attention drifted to the shadowy corner where Elira was, her hands firmly together, intensely studying the map as if she awaited the outcome. She displayed that uncommon calmness once more, a trait that made her appear both young and older than her age.When I turned my eyes back to Leofric, I noticed he was gazing at me with the intensity of someo

Morwenna’s POVChilled water fell from the arched ceiling, each droplet resonating in the stillness akin to a gradual tally toward something unavoidable. I focused on the girl in front of me—she was slightly older than Elira, but her eyes mirrored mine. The same storm-dark irises. The same curve of cheek. The same faint scar above the brow, earned in my childhood when I fell from the old apple tree.She smiled as though that memory belonged to her too.“Don’t,” Leofric said sharply, stepping between us. His sword was still drawn, rain slick along its edge.I moved around him. I couldn’t look away from her. “Who are you?”Her expression was one of quiet amusement. “You already know. I am the queen you will become. The one who chose the crown and the fire.”Elira stiffened beside me. “No… she’s lying.”The older girl tilted her head. “Am I?” She stepped forward, and the air thickened with the strange pull of time magic. “You can feel it, can’t you? The connection. The shared memories. T