Alle Kapitel von Sold to the Lycan King: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

Leofric’s POVTime is broken here.I felt it the moment we crossed the threshold. Cold, endless, wrong. The Hollow King’s realm doesn’t obey rules. Not gravity, not memory, not even death. One step forward could stretch for miles; a blink could last years. And the screams—they didn’t stop. They came from the walls, from the wind, from inside our own skulls.Morwenna kept close, her fingers wrapped around mine like a lifeline. She was shaking. I didn’t blame her. So was I. But we didn’t let go."Don’t speak unless you must," she whispered. "He listens. Through echoes. Through doubt."I nodded, and we pressed on. Through shifting hallways of bone and shadow, past monuments made of glass teeth and bloodless eyes. The Hollow King’s domain was a cathedral of nightmares, built on everything we tried to forget.We came to a valley of mirrors, each one showing a different version of ourselves. In some, we were crowned. In others, dead. In one, Morwenna held a child with silver hair and eyes t

Morwenna's POVI didn’t breathe as time fractured around us, collapsing in like a dying star.Elira's voice still echoed through the threads—a child's wail ricocheting through the ruins of the Moon Temple, calling me mother. Me. Not some echo of the woman I used to be, but me now. I felt it like blood under the skin.Leofric moved first, always the sword before the question. He lunged at the Bone Seer, his blade cleaving through one of the temporal mirages that shimmered like oil in the air. But the Seer remained untouched, as if time bent to protect him."She knows how it ends," the Bone Seer said, gaze fixed on me. "That child of yours is not a warning. She's the reckoning."I stepped forward, my heartbeat a drum of defiance."I won't let your version of the future stand."He smiled, all rotted teeth and riddled prophecy. "Then you will break the world to save her. Just like before."Before. What did he mean by that? I had no memory of birthing Elira, no glimpse of her in dreams or

Morwenna's POVI thought my mother was dead.Every lesson etched in me, every scar, every bitter promise I made myself in her memory, shattered like glass beneath my boots. She stood at the center of the ruins, a vision painted in time’s cruelty—older, ethereal, with her same storm-colored eyes staring back at me. Alive. Breathing.Elira’s hand tightened around mine. "She isn’t right," the girl whispered.I knew it before she said it. This wasn’t my mother. Not truly. There was something else behind that familiar gaze—something ancient, vast, wearing her skin like a borrowed robe. But it didn’t stop the ache inside me from wanting her."Morwenna," the illusion purred, stepping forward. "You’ve come far.""Who are you really?"She tilted her head. "You know. Feel it in your marrow. I am what waits at the end of your line. I am what time forgot, what it tried to bury. And I know why you’ve come."I glanced at Elira. The girl’s eyes glowed faintly, as if the proximity of this echo-being

Morwenna's POVFlames danced behind my eyelids before I even opened them. Elira’s scream echoed in my skull, a sound so sharp it cleaved through sleep, though she had long since fallen silent. I sat up in the silken bedchamber Leofric insisted I use, but no softness could ease the dread clawing at my chest. Soot and jasmine clung to my skin—scents from the dream or a memory not yet lived.She had called me “mother.” Not once. Not as a slip. She meant it—with fear. With finality. As though the world had ended and I had been the one to end it.I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stared into the obsidian mirror across the room. My face looked different. Not tired. Altered. My eyes were deeper somehow, as if what I’d seen in that dream had carved something out of me and left something else behind.Somewhere down the hallway, the palace was already awake. I didn’t need to hear the whispers or footfalls to know—its tension had a heartbeat of its own. The nobles pretending not to pa

Morwenna’s POVElira hadn’t stirred in hours. Her body lay limp on the bed, her skin feverish and slick with sweat, but her breathing was shallow and steady. I sat beside her, unmoving, hands clasped tight around her wrist as if that anchor alone could keep her here.“She’s burning through her own soul,” Leofric said from behind me, quiet. “Whatever she did to banish the Bone Seer… it’s not over.”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The truth sat like lead in my chest. Elira hadn’t simply cast him away—she had ripped through time itself, shattering what remained of the veil. I could feel it in the air. Magic was wrong. Twisted. The moon’s pull was erratic, its light bending unnaturally through the window.“She’s from the future,” I whispered. “And I don’t think she was ever meant to come back.”Leofric walked to me, placing a steady hand on my shoulder. “You saved her. Whatever else is coming, she’s alive because of you.”No. She came back because of me. But saving her? That was still uncert