All Chapters of Sold to the Lycan King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Morwenna's POV I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving. Not even Liora. Not even Leofric. I crept out before sunrise, the castle still cloaked in silence, save for the distant groan of the iron gates and the whisper of my own guilt. I wore the ceremonial robes Yara once blessed—a mistake, maybe, but I needed something that still smelled like her. Something that reminded me I wasn’t doing this just for me. The Firewalker Trials were never meant to be taken alone. That’s what the old books said. But they hadn’t been marked like me. They hadn’t woken with blood on their tongue and stars under their skin. The forest greeted me like an old enemy. Shadows clung to every tree, as if watching. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t look back. First trial: loyalty. That was what the oracle had whispered. A test of what I would give, who I would betray to protect what I loved. I’d already left Leofric. Already lied to the only man who had stayed. That had to count for something, didn’t it? At the

Leofric's POV Fire seared my lungs as I ran, not from fear, but from the gnawing sense that I was already too late. The horizon bled with the violet hue of dusk, and Morwenna's scent clung to the wind—salt, ash, and something more ancient. The Trial of Betrayal had ended, and I’d watched her fall to her knees beneath the weight of memories she didn’t deserve to carry. Yet she rose again. She always did. But the next trial... It wasn’t just a test. It was a graveyard of futures. I crept behind the obsidian ridge, crouched low, my body trembling—not from exhaustion, but from the vision I’d intercepted through the flames. Morwenna’s third trial had begun, and I’d seen it: her scream, my corpse, her blood staining her hands like guilt she couldn’t wash off. It was only a vision, but this place had a cruel way of making fear prophecy. She stood before the gate of bones now, breath fogging, fingers twitching. Her lips moved in silent prayer, or maybe a curse. And then she stepped i

Leofric’s POV She was walking ahead of me, her silhouette dim against the low red fog that coiled along the Hollow Path. Sabine’s light had faded behind us, and Morwenna hadn’t spoken since the Bone Seer’s name was uttered. But I heard her silence louder than anything, the way her breath stilled when the shadows tightened, the slight tremor in her step as if she was bracing for something worse. I hated seeing her like that. More than the cursed bond ever made me suffer, watching her carry the weight of it alone gutted me. "Morwenna," I said quietly, catching up to her side. "You don't have to face this without me anymore." She didn't stop walking, didn't glance my way. "You shouldn't be here. This path was never yours." "I didn’t come to follow your path," I said. "I came to rewrite mine." She halted then, shoulders stiff. Slowly, she turned. Her face was pale, a bruise blooming beneath her left eye from the last trial. But her gaze—gods, it cut through me. Sharp. Tired.

Morwenna's POV I woke gasping, my hands clawing at the stone beneath me as if trying to hold on to something slipping away. The vision still pulsed behind my eyes—Leofric bleeding out, arms outstretched toward me, calling my name with his last breath. It wasn't real. It couldn't be real. But the dread wouldn't lift. The trial was over. The third one, they said. The hardest of all. And yet, I felt like it had only cracked something deeper open. My blood was cleansed. My soul, too, they claimed. The curse severed. But at what cost? What had I seen, what future had I tapped into that still felt like truth burning in my marrow? I pressed my palm to my chest and found the bond still lingering. Not cursed, but altered. Shifted. I could feel him still. Leofric. Alive. Close. "She lives," a voice croaked nearby. I turned sharply. Sabine, wrapped in soot-streaked cloth, her body trembling with effort, leaned on a crooked staff. "You're not supposed to be here," I whispered. Sh

Morwenna's POVI couldn't stop shivering.It wasn’t the chill—the chamber emitted warmth like the exhale of a dragon. It was the stillness that ate away at my bones, the suffocating lack of any noise apart from my own irregular breathing. The last trial had started, yet I was unsure of what it expected from me. No illusions. No physical pain. Just me, alone, inside a cave carved from obsidian and ash.My blood still felt raw from the last ritual. The markings burned across my skin, threads of old magic curling into my soul. The curse was broken. I should have felt lighter. Freed. But something clung to me—not the curse anymore, but fear.Fear of what I saw in that vision.Leofric’s body, bloodied. Lifeless. A dagger buried in his heart. My hand stained with his blood.The image had shattered something inside me. The prophecy said our bond was destiny, but what if destiny was a cruel trick? What if love meant killing him in the end?"Morwenna," came a voice.I jerked around. The silen