All Chapters of Sold to the Lycan King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Morwenna’s POVStormlight rippled across the blackened clouds like veins of molten silver, splitting the night into jagged, fleeting fragments. I could not tell whether it was the work of the Bone Seer’s magic or my own mind fracturing under the weight of too many visions. Sleep had become a luxury I no longer trusted. Dreams were no longer mine. They were doors. And someone—something—was standing on the threshold.I had been warned, in hushed tones and shaking voices, that she could enter a mind as easily as a hand slips into water. That she could peel the layers of your will apart, piece by piece, until you no longer knew which thoughts belonged to you and which she’d planted there. But warnings mean nothing until you wake up in your own chambers with dirt beneath your nails and the taste of blood in your mouth, and no memory of leaving your bed.Leofric had not woken in two days. The court physician spoke of exhaustion, of the strain of battle planning and dark enchantments. But th

Morwenna’s POVAs I stepped out onto the balcony, the moon hung above the fading city like a half-closed eye, and the cold air swirled across my face. Below, the streets shook with unrest—fires flickering like nervous fireflies, cries resonating with fear and anger. Each cry reached me, scratching at my mind that was already unraveling.My knuckles ached from gripping the stone railing. My visions continued for three nights, seeing familiar faces twisted into skeletal shapes and the Bone Seer's vacant gaze tormenting me even while I was awake. Rest had turned into a risky wager; whenever I shut my eyes, I sensed him nearing.However, this evening, there was something differentBehind me, the doors whispered open. I turned, expecting one of the guards. Instead, it was him.Darian.He’d been gone for weeks—dispatched beyond the Western Border before it fell. I had convinced myself he was dead, and perhaps that would have been easier. His presence now, in the middle of all this ruin, w

Morwenna’s POV As I went out from the council chamber, I could hear blood roaring. The shouting, pleading, and subtle threats clung to me like smoke, lingering in my mind long after the doors closed. I kept my expression placid and unchanging as they argued for more warriors, sorcery, and miracles. They didn't notice—the kingdom was tearing at the edges, and the Bone Seer was digging deeper every day, poisoning us from within. Every cry for reinforcements, every desperate need for assistance, seemed hollow because I knew it would accomplish nothing. We were outmatched, outmanoeuvred, and vulnerable in ways they didn't understand. The air outdoors smelt like winter, even though the season hadn't arrived. Cold felt wrong, unnatural, like the weight of the Seer’s magic pressing on the land itself. Sabine had warned me the weather would bend to him, shift with his moods, and now I understood. Even the wind was part of his reach. My fingers itched to touch something, anything, to ancho

Morwenna’s POVShadows clawed at my eyes the moment I stepped into the war room. Green fire still smoldered in the courtyard, curling like living warning. Leofric stood by the map table, jaw tight, shoulders rigid. I could see the tension in him, a weight I didn’t yet understand. My hands shook half from fear, half from carrying life that could tip the balance of everything. Elira rested against my chest, silver hair glowing faintly, her pulse thrumming against me like a tiny drum of warning.“You shouldn’t have brought her here,” Leofric said, voice low, sharp. His stormy eyes flicked to mine. “She’s too exposed.”“I had no choice,” I said, holding her closer. “She’s the only one who knows what the Bone Seer is planning. Without her… we’re blind.” My chest ached under the weight of the prophecy. She was both my child and a weapon. A target.Sabine appeared in the doorway like a shadow, robes trailing, eyes bright with urgency. “You need to see this,” she whispered, holding a fragment

Morwenna’s POVPain tore through me in relentless waves, but I held Elira close, feeling her tiny heartbeat press against my chest. Her little body trembled, and I could sense the fierce will packed into her fragile frame. Leofric stayed at my side, blade in hand, muscles coiled, jaw tight, every motion measured. I could see the strain behind his calm eyes. The green fire still licked the walls, throwing jagged shadows across broken stone, but it could not touch the fire burning inside me.A silver figure stepped forward through the smoke, moving with a smooth, almost fluid grace. Their eyes locked onto mine, and something deep inside stirred—a memory of warmth I hadn’t realized I’d lost. Fear fought with an odd pull toward them. My pulse quickened, and a small, buried part of me—the part hidden under years of duty and fear—leaned toward this presence despite everything.“Morwenna,” the figure said, voice soft but steady, cutting through the thick, smoky air. “Your child… she carries