บททั้งหมดของ Sold to the Lycan King: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 153

Leofric’s POVFire surged in my veins as if the act of breathing alone might split me open. The cathedral walls groaned with every clash of steel and spell around me, but all my senses locked onto her. Morwenna stood at the altar’s broken edge, her skin pale as ashes, her hair tangled with streaks of blood. She had just given everything—half her soul—for this war, and even from across the chamber, I felt the hollow echo of that sacrifice.Her gaze cut through the chaos and landed on me. For a breath, I forgot the monsters, the Bone Seer, even the agony rippling through my reborn flesh. It was only her—this woman who had marked me once in rebellion, then again in desperate devotion.I strode forward, blade dripping black ichor, my body still adjusting to its second life. Each step was a rebellion against death itself. But I wasn’t free. I felt the Bone Seer’s curse tightening in my chest, binding me closer to the darkness clawing at the edges of my mind. She wanted me to break—to fall