Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold to the Lycan King: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Morwenna's POVChaos was no longer distant.The moment Elda and I burst out of the underground passage, smoke filled our lungs. Screams echoed from the eastern wing. Steel clashed. The palace was under siege.Aedric had not waited for diplomacy or blood rites. He had sent his rogues like hounds off their leash, and now they tore through stone and flesh alike.We ran through the outer halls, past shattered doors and crumpled guards. Elda wielded her cane like a blade, knocking a rogue clean off his feet. I didn’t have her grace or speed, but I had rage. And rage moved fast.A soldier lunged from the shadows, his teeth bared, blood painting his chest. I didn’t flinch. I slammed the obsidian shard into his side. He screamed as the magic surged from the blade into his ribs, dropping him like a broken puppet.Elda didn’t even blink. "You're learning.""I’m not dying here.""Good. Because it’s only beginning."We burst through the main courtyard.And it was hell.Fire roared from shattered

Morwenna's POVI woke before dawn, my pulse steady but too loud in my ears. The mirror was still shattered, the glass still formed in that haunting circle on the floor. I hadn’t touched it, I wouldn’t. Something about it felt final, like a door half-cracked open to a place you never return from.I slipped out of bed and into Leofric’s robe. He wasn’t there. Probably off smoothing over political fires while I stewed in silence and broken visions. Good, I needed space.The mark across my chest hadn’t stopped pulsing. Each beat felt more like a summons than a symptom now, like something was trying to wake in me. Not love, not desire, it was power.Sabine waited in the training courtyard, her cloak billowing in the early wind. She said nothing when I approached, just handed me a wooden staff and gestured."Again."I obeyed.Each strike, each step, burned. My limbs screamed from yesterday’s battle. My head throbbed from prophecy. Still, I moved.Sabine circled me like a hawk. "You’re not f

Morwenna’s POVLeofric's blood stained the snow.Not much. Just a single drop, dark as ink, slipping from his palm where the shard had nicked him. But it was enough. The runes beneath the training ring flared like open mouths, swallowing the light."It reacted to you," I said, breath fogging in the cold air. "Again."He clenched his fist, eyes on the circle of ash. "It's not the shard. It's me. I'm changing."Sabine, standing at the edge of the ring, lowered her hood. Her eyes were shadowed. "You're not changing. You're being rewritten. The bond was never meant to tether a celestial."The word struck the silence like thunder.Celestial.It wasn’t a title. It was a sentence.I looked at Leofric. At his scars, his calloused hands, the lines around his mouth that hadn’t been there weeks ago. He looked older. Not in years. In pain."You're breaking," I whispered.He met my gaze. "Then help me hold the pieces."But how could I, when I was barely whole myself?Elda had warned me. Severing t

Leofric’s POVA kingdom doesn’t fall in a day, but I watched mine fracture by the hour.The war council room was filled with the stench of sweat and smoke. Maps spread out over the lengthy obsidian table, ink seeping from the edges as if even the parchment would not contain these realities. My generals stood tense. Half of them backed Morwenna now—the other half feared her. I couldn’t blame them. She’d torn through rogue wolves like prophecy in motion. Power clung to her skin like blood.And still, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way her eyes looked when I knelt before her. Not afraid. Not even shocked. Just tired. As if she was waiting for the next betrayal.Sabine appeared beside me, silent until she wasn’t. “You need to choose a side, Leofric. Not just hers. Or theirs. But yours.”I knew what she meant. Being king meant too many masks. Too many voices. Too much bleeding in silence. But I couldn’t afford silence anymore.“Bring the Council,” I said. “All of them. Tonight. No mask

Morwenna's POVAsh clung to my skin like memory. Thick. Bitter. Permanent. The remnants of battle hadn’t yet settled across the ruined palace when I felt the ripple in the air. Not sound. Not scent. Something older. Something watching.Sabine’s words echoed through me like a drumbeat: Half celestial. A creature of two worlds. I wasn’t sure what that meant yet, but my blood remembered.The corridors of the palace were still, too still. I moved carefully through the north wing, barefoot, clothed in a shift still stained with fire and smoke. My fingers tightened around the shard at my hip. Leofric had insisted I stay hidden until he dealt with the remnants of the Council. I didn’t listen.I couldn’t.I didn’t trust stillness. It was the breath before the scream.Near the training yard, I heard it. Not footsteps. Whispers. Dozens of them, all threading together in one voice. Mine. Not quite mine. The same voice I’d heard in the mirror, twisted and sharp."You’re not ready.""You think you