Chapter 41

Morwenna's POV Fire danced in my vision. Not literal flames, but veins of burning light behind my eyes, threading through my skull. I clenched the basin tighter, knuckles white, breath shallow as the coughing came again—deep, raw, ripping. I spat blood into the silver bowl, watching the red swirl with the rinse water. Thicker than yesterday. More violent.Sabine stood by the door, silent but tense, her hand resting on the hilt of her blade. She knew better than to ask if I was fine. I hated the question. I was not fine. I was breaking, slowly, quietly, like frost splitting stone."That was the third time today," she said at last, her voice hushed."Fourth," I corrected, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "The first was before sunrise."She moved closer. "You need to rest. This isn't something you can power through.""Rest is a luxury for people who aren't the hinge of two dying worlds."Her eyes flashed. "You're still human. Partly. And you're not alone."That was the lie I to

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Chapter 42

Morwenna’s POVLeofric’s screams weren’t human anymore.I stood frozen at the edge of the infirmary, hands gripping the stone doorframe hard enough that cracks etched beneath my fingers. The sound tore through the air like someone gutting time itself. He writhed on the cot, slick with sweat threaded in silver, muscles twitching and jerking like invisible hooks dragged him in different directions. His shirt had been ripped in half during the latest convulsion. The mark across his chest pulsed a violent red-black glow.It was spreading.Faster than before.Deeper than before.And I couldn’t stop it.Sabine stood nearby, arms folded over her chest as if sheer tension could make her more solid, more capable. Her voice, when she finally spoke, sounded flat. “We need to sedate him. He’ll rupture something. Brain, heart, spine—it doesn’t matter which. He won’t survive another break.”“No,” I snapped.She raised a brow.“You saw what happened last time we sedated him. He didn’t come back whol

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Chapter 43

Morwenna's POVBlood stained my palms. Not his. Mine. But it felt like I’d stolen it from Leofric anyway.He lay still beneath the collapsing sky, chest barely rising, his body mangled from the fight with Liora. The old gods had taken more than power when the portal opened—they’d taken part of him too. What was left looked like Leofric, but something in his spirit trembled, cracked in a way I couldn’t reach.“Don’t die,” I said aloud, as if saying it would make it law.No answer. Only the distant rattle of the battlefield dying into silence.The mages scrambled to hold what remained of the wards. Sabine barked orders, soaked in sweat and blood, her braid half-severed, one arm limping useless at her side. Soldiers staggered around me, none daring to speak. No one looked me in the eye.They’d seen too much.I didn’t blame them.I pressed my hand over Leofric’s heart. “Come back.”Something pulsed beneath my palm.Then his eyes flicked open.A breath. A shallow, ragged thing. But enough.

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Chapter 44

Morwenna's POVAsh clung to my lips like a warning.Each breath tasted of scorched magic and blood-soaked steel. I could still feel Liora’s blade grazing my ribs, not enough to kill but deep enough to remind me that mercy has teeth. She had vanished into the smoke before I could finish her. Or maybe I had let her go again. I didn’t know. My thoughts ran like water over shattered glass.All around me, bodies lay broken. Some were mine. Some weren’t. The vale was quiet now, but it was the kind of silence that precedes an aftershock.Sabine staggered toward me, her left arm clutched to her chest, blood leaking between her fingers. "She was supposed to be gone," she rasped. "You spared her."I wanted to say I knew. I wanted to scream that I hadn’t had a choice. But the words stuck to my tongue, heavy as betrayal.Behind me, Leofric knelt in the wreckage, breathing like a man trying not to shift. His hands were slick with blood—his or someone else’s, I couldn’t tell anymore. His power flic

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Chapter 45

Morwenna's POV Ash stuck to my lips like salt. My breath rattled with the weight of power I hadn’t meant to call. Below me, the battlefield was carved open, littered with bodies and spells that still flickered in death. I should have felt victory. Instead, I only felt hollow. Liora lay in the center of the wreckage, golden armor scorched and cracked, her soul-forged blade stabbed through the ground. Her chest rose faintly. Alive, but barely. I didn’t kill her. She had struck first, but I had spared her. Again. And it might be the death of me. Sabine dragged herself from the rubble, face bloodied, one arm bent at a sick angle. She looked at me like she didn’t recognize me. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe I didn’t either. "She was going to kill you," she rasped. "Why did you hold back?" "Because that’s what they expect from me," I said. My voice felt too calm, too distant. "Because I can’t lose myself. Not yet." The sky was still torn from the portal Liora came through. I stared up

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All Chapters of Sold to the Lycan King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45