All Chapters of Sold to the Lycan King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Morwenna's POV.The morning in the breeding chambers was harsh acasting every fault, every worry line on my skin into sharp relief. I traced my fingers over the silver ring Leofric had left at my cot, as if its cold metal could prevent the storm that was coming.Liora is here, they whispered in the corridors. She is here, and she does not come alone.I didn’t know whether to dread the day or greet it with anger. In either case, I felt empty. The other breeders kept their distance now, their eyes moving over to me in fear and pity. I knew they blamed me for the King’s change, even if they couldn’t say it aloud.By midmorning, Lira appeared at my door. Her face was softer than usual, but her eyes still firm. “You should rest,” she said. “Or at least eat.”I shook my head. “I need air.”She studied me for a moment, then nodded once. “Be careful.”I slipped out, my cloak pulled tight, and made my way through empty halls . Guards stood at attention everywhere, their spears sharp

Leofric’s POV.The courtyard was quiet after the storm of the marking ceremony.The torches along the walls flickered casting shadows as I walked, exhausted, toward the small temple hidden in the northwest tower.My boots crunched against the ground , each footstep a reminder of what I had done, and what it might cost us both.I paused at the temple’s heavy wooden door, scarred and worn by centuries of hands seeking solace or judgment.Inside, ancient statues glowed faintly along stone walls. Scented incense filled the air. The old priestess worked at her altar, her back turned.“Reverend Yara,” I called softly.She turned as if sensing me, though I stepped into the chamber without invitation.Her eyes were pale silver, the color of moonlight on ice.“You walk with heavy burdens this night, King Leofric,” she said, her voice soft . Yet under that soft tone was a steel thread.I dropped to one knee. “Forgive my intrusion, holy one. I need counsel. I need wisdom."She nodded, as though

Morwenna’s POVA chill lingered beneath my skin long after Sabine left, as if the obsidian blade she’d handed me had etched its weight into my bones.The fire had died to a faint red glow. Shadows danced along the stone walls, and every creak of the castle felt alive—like the very halls were watching, waiting to see which path I would choose. Power or love. Blood or surrender.I curled my fingers tighter around the obsidian shard. It pulsed faintly, humming like it could hear my thoughts.Sleep never came.At dawn, I was escorted to the bathing chamber, where silence reigned. No handmaidens this time. Only cold water, coarse towels, and the lingering scent of ash from last night’s fire. I scrubbed my skin raw, trying to wash away the dread, but it clung to me like second skin.By mid-morning, a knock came at the chamber door. Not soft. Not hesitant.I opened it to find Sabine again, but this time, she wasn’t alone.Two guards flanked her. And behind them stood the High Scribe of the C

Morwenna's POV Elda remained silent while we moved through the temple gardens, merely signaling for me to come along. The atmosphere was heavy with frost, and each breath I drew felt like swallowing blades. My heart had not slowed since the Council room. My hands still shook, not from fright, but from the urge to drive that obsidian into someone’s neck. We arrived at a slim stone arch hidden behind a veil of withering vines. Elda brushed aside the foliage and placed her hand against the rock. A tremor shook it, and the wall parted with a subtle hiss, unveiling a slim passage laced with roots and illuminated lichen. “What is this?” I asked.She glanced back. “Some truths live where light fears to follow.”I didn’t argue. My choices were thinning fast.The tunnel swallowed us in silence. Water dripped steadily somewhere behind the walls, and the air turned metallic. We descended deeper until the passage opened into a hidden chamber. A dozen candles floated midair, casting shadows ove

Morwenna's POVI didn’t wait for Leofric to catch up. My blood was still thrumming from what I saw in the chamber that creature, bound and ancient, buried beneath the temple like a forgotten god. Elda had tried to explain, but the truth was, no one had answers. Not yet.I burst into the cold night air, the stars overhead smothered by low-hanging storm clouds. Snow had started to fall again, soft and silent, like a veil hiding the truth of what stirred below.Leofric found me pacing the frost-covered garden path."You should be resting," he said."So should the dead thing in your basement," I shot back.He didn’t flinch. Just folded his arms and watched me like he was measuring what I might become. Not just a woman. Not just his mate. But a threat."We need to talk," he said."Do we? Or do you need to tell me more things you kept hidden while my soul unravels?"A muscle in his jaw twitched. "I didn’t know about the creature. Not until it stirred.""Then you know now. And that thing is