All Chapters of Sold to the Lycan King: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Morwenna’s POVFire licked through the sky like veins tearing open the night. My lungs felt heavy, ash sticking to the roof of my mouth as if the world wanted me gagged before I could scream his name. Leofric.I had felt him stir, his heart wrenching back into rhythm against mine, but what rose in him wasn’t the man I remembered. His hand had clutched my arm with too much strength, too much hunger, like his bones had been rebuilt with iron and thirst. His eyes—God, his eyes were not his. Silver light burned where storm-gray used to be, and when he whispered my name, it didn’t sound like him at all. It was like three voices crawling over each other, some god’s echo hiding in the cracks of him.Now, the battlefield burned, soldiers scattering as the Blood Moon swelled larger above us, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run from him or crawl closer.“Morwenna,” he rasped again, and the ground split. Not from his feet—no, from his pulse. Each beat cracked stone, each breath warped the air

Leofric’s POV Ash filled my mouth before I even opened my eyes. It tasted like burnt bone and copper, thick enough to gag me. My chest ached like something had crawled inside and decided it belonged more than I did. When I finally pulled in a ragged breath, the air cut my throat, sharp and cold as broken glass. Alive. I shouldn’t be. Or maybe I wasn’t. The last thing I remembered was Morwenna’s voice breaking in the dark, her hand clutching mine until it slipped away. A silence after that, heavy, absolute, like the world itself had stopped wanting me. But now I was here—wherever here was—and my body didn’t feel like my body. My skin pulsed faintly, lit from underneath by some pale glow, and every beat of my heart sounded wrong. Hollow. Echoing. Like my blood wasn’t blood anymore. “Leofric.” The voice slithered behind me. I staggered, every muscle trembling with something close to hunger. I turned, and saw him. The Bone Seer. He looked nothing like a man should—robes cli

Morwenna’s POVAsh still clung to my lashes when I opened my eyes, though I couldn’t remember closing them. My lungs dragged in air heavy with iron and burnt earth, and for one fractured moment, I thought I was still in the ruins of the Moon Temple. Then the silence struck me. Not silence like peace. Silence like a graveyard holding its breath.“Leofric?” My voice cracked, softer than a prayer. The name had become a wound inside me, raw and refusing to scar.The ground under me wasn’t ground—it shifted, liquid and luminous, like walking on the belly of a dying star. Every step pulsed with a heartbeat that wasn’t mine, humming low and fevered. And somewhere in that strange rhythm, I heard another sound. A laugh.Not a human laugh. Too hollow, too jagged, as if bones were scraping together to form amusement.“Little Queen,” the voice crooned.I spun, palms trembling, blood still drying along the ridges of my knuckles. My power was weak, guttering. But I knew that voice. I knew it from n

Morwenna’s POVI woke choking on iron. My tongue scraped against my teeth and all I tasted was blood. The ground beneath me pulsed, veins of light crawling like worms under stone, feeding off the air, feeding off me.“Don’t move.” The voice wasn’t outside. It hissed inside my head, split into two tones, one soft, one jagged.I dragged myself upright anyway, nails biting into my palms just to feel something solid. My belly burned. The child inside me—no, not a child anymore—was awake. Its voice rattled through my ribs.“Mother. Don’t trust him.”Him? I blinked hard. The Bone Seer stood across the chamber, half-shadow, half-ruin. His robes clung like wet parchment, his face cracked by scars that shimmered faintly like molten glass.“Yara,” he whispered. My name twisted in his throat as if it hurt him to say it. “You should never have been born into their hands. You were mine first.”My lungs seized. I should have denied it, spat in his face, anything. But the pull in his voice—it reache

Leofric’s POVI woke to the stink of ash on my tongue. My body was wrong. Heavy, as though the bones inside me didn’t belong to me anymore. The air buzzed like it had teeth, biting at my skin. I dragged myself upright and nearly split in half from the pain lancing through my chest. Something in me had been cracked open. Something that didn’t want to close.Yara’s voice was the first thing that tethered me back. Not her touch—her voice. Thin, trembling, raw with a fear she tried to hide.“You shouldn’t have followed me here.”I turned my head. She was standing where the altar once was, hands smeared in red, her hair tangled like brambles. And beside her—the Bone Seer. His robes hung in tatters, his face shadowed except for the gleam of his teeth, too many of them, like some beast had borrowed his jaw.“I told you to stay dead,” he hissed at me, but his eyes clung to Yara like she was the wound he could never stop pressing.My pulse kicked against my ribs. Not fear—rage. A rage I didn’t