Semua Bab Sold to the Lycan King: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Morwenna’s POVBlood shimmered on the horizon like the sky itself had been cut open. My throat burned from the air, thick with smoke and something fouler—like iron boiled in rot. I couldn’t breathe without tasting it. My child stirred in my belly, not gentle, but with a violent twitch that stole my breath. Too strong for what should still be so small. Too knowing.I pressed both hands over the swell, whispering for silence, for mercy. But silence had abandoned this land long ago. Only screams lived here now, buried beneath the rumble of collapsing towers and the howl of creatures born from fractured reality.I had lost Leofric again. One heartbeat he was there, torn but alive, his hand clinging to mine. The next, light swallowed him whole, light that did not warm but stripped. A rift in the air like the world had exhaled wrong. And he was gone. I should have followed. I tried. But the ground broke beneath me, spitting me into a wasteland of bleeding shadows and broken stars.Every ste

Morwenna’s POVBlood clung to my wrists like shackles. Not fresh. Dried, cracking, the kind that turns brown and stiff, yet I still smelled iron with every breath. I couldn’t wash it off—not from my skin, not from my thoughts. The Bone Seer’s voice still slithered in my skull, whispering truths and lies in the same breath, as if both tasted the same to him. My belly ached with its secret—the child, the voice that had spoken through me in front of them all. I hated how my knees had gone weak when I heard it, how I had felt split wide open between horror and awe.I pressed a palm against my stomach. Skin too hot, feverish. Not just mine anymore. Something inside me hummed like a second heartbeat, an echo of a rhythm I hadn’t chosen. Leofric should have been here. His name beat at my teeth, but the world had stolen him, fractured him into another realm. I didn’t even know if he was alive—or if the thing that would crawl back wearing his face would still be him.The sky above bled with st

Morwenna’s POVI woke to the sound of dripping. Slow, deliberate. Like the walls themselves were bleeding. My eyes snapped open, and for a breath I didn’t know where I was—stone pressed against my cheek, damp and cold, the taste of ash in my mouth. My ribs ached as if someone had wrapped iron bands around them, and every inhale scraped fire through my chest.Not dead then. Not yet.The chamber around me tilted with shadows, a crooked geometry that felt wrong, like it had been bent out of shape by something that hated straight lines. The air stank of burnt herbs and wet earth. And through it, softer than smoke, a whisper.Morwenna.I froze. The voice wasn’t outside. It crawled along the inside of my skull, gentle as a caress, but it carried weight like chains. I pushed up on trembling arms, and pain sparked across my spine. My child kicked, sudden and hard, as if he, too, heard it. My breath caught.“Who’s there?” My voice cracked, pathetic, but the echo cracked louder.The shadows sti

Morwenna’s POVI woke with his name caught in my throat. Leofric. It was like choking on glass. The room smelled of smoke and something older, older than fire, older than bone. I knew I wasn’t in the same realm anymore. The air pressed different here, heavy and charged, like the sky itself wanted to crush me back into the earth.I sat up slow, palms scraping over stone that pulsed like it had veins beneath it. A red glow seeped through cracks in the walls, bleeding across my hands. It wasn’t firelight—it was the moon. Or whatever foul mirror of it this realm carried.My belly shifted. The child moved inside me with a strength that wasn’t natural. It made me bite my tongue until iron flooded my mouth. I wanted to believe it was just him kicking, just life proving itself. But no. He whispered again. His voice small, too articulate for something unborn.“Don’t look back, Mother. He’s watching.”My blood iced.I slammed my hands against the walls, searching for a break, a door, anything t

Morwenna’s POVAsh tastes of iron when I bite down on my tongue to keep from screaming. The air burns with the stench of ruptured magic—like wet stone struck by lightning—and the fractured sky above me looks like a mirror cracked in a thousand directions. Every shard shows a different piece of me: one bleeding, one crowned, one monstrous. I don’t know which one I hate more.The child inside me won’t shut up. Her voice is too clear, too certain, and too cruel for someone who hasn’t even taken her first breath.“You’re breaking again,” she whispers, though her whisper is sharper than any blade. “Mother, why do you always lose yourself before you find me?”I clutch my stomach so hard my nails draw blood through the fabric of my gown. My own body revolts against me, spasms shuddering my frame, as if the womb is no longer mine but a battlefield.“Be silent,” I rasp, though my voice cracks under the weight of it. “You are not yet flesh.”Her laughter curls inside my ribs, rattling them like