Semua Bab Reign Of The Lycan King : Bab 11 - Bab 20

LucianVeronica looked uncomfortable, and I wasn’t sure what exactly she wanted me to say.The only person’s company I craved was Saraphina. I wanted to be near her. I craved to be near her.God, it was driving me insane but I couldn’t. She was nothing more than a slave, and there had to be a way to get rid of whatever I was feeling.They served us our food, and for a moment, Veronica didn’t touch hers. She just kept fiddling with the cutlery. I wasn’t sure what she was expecting me to say.But whatever she was doing, I wasn’t moved by any of it. I had bigger problems to worry about than her and her tantrums.“Can I have the servant, Saraphina, as one of my personal maids?” Her voice came out sweet but poisonous.“Do whatever you want with her,” I replied without lifting my head to look at her.I got up and left without another word, heading straight to my study.I shut the door behind me and let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.The moment I was alone, her face Saraphina’s

SaraphinaI was everywhere at once, my leg burned as we prepped for the banquet of peace. Every faction was going to be present.Veronica kept sending me everywhere from the kitchen to the halls where everything was being put together. I was more than tired, but I couldn't stop. I didn't have the right to.I rushed to her chambers, my breath ragged."My queen," I bowed my head, not wanting to meet her gaze that was sharper than a knife.“You’re late,” she said, her voice sharp like broken glass.“I was held up in the kitchen,” I replied quickly, trying to keep the tremor from my voice. “There was a delay with the wine delivery, and the guards—”“I didn’t ask for an excuse, you stupid thing.” She cut me off, turning slowly to face me. “I asked for my perfume. Did you bring it?”I nodded and stepped forward, placing the bottle gently on the vanity. My fingers brushed against the cool wooden surface, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror tired eyes, tangled curls, and the faintes

LucianThe music echoed in the hall, but I couldn't hear anything. I held her in my hands she had passed out.“Saraphina,” I breathed.I quickly carried her. Everyone turned to look—a king carrying a slave but I didn’t care.My heart raced as rage spread through my body. When my eyes fell to her wrist, I knew she had been drained.And I knew exactly who was responsible.But I had to get her out of here.As I walked out of the hall, Veronica’s eyes landed on me. She looked startled.It wasn’t guilt.It was fear.She knew.She knew I’d figured it out.I held Saraphina tighter, shielding her from their prying eyes as I stormed past. The guards at the entrance didn’t dare stop me. Whispers followed like shadows, but I didn’t spare them a glance. Let them talk. Let them question. None of it mattered.What mattered was the unconscious girl in my arms.She was far too pale. Her breathing shallow. Her pulse barely there.I felt helpless, and I hated that more than anything.When I reached my

SaraphinaNo... no, this wasn’t happening.Flames were everywhere, and I was in the middle of it all. The smell of burnt bodies filled the aireveryone was dead around me, and I was the only one left standing.I didn’t know how I got here or what was happening. But I knew this was all me. I caused this.I screamed in agony and when I opened my eyes, I was in a room.The palace.I looked around, and I recognized this place.The king’s chambers.What was I doing here?My hands trembled as I sat up in the massive bed, drenched in sweat. The scent of ash still clung to my skin, thick and suffocating. My chest heaved, lungs desperate for air. But the flamesthey had felt real. Too real.I stared down at my hands, expecting to see blood, soot… something.But they were clean.The king’s chambers were dimly lit, the embers in the hearth casting shadows along the stone walls. Heavy velvet curtains blocked the windows. Everywhere was quiet.Too quiet.I pressed a hand to my heart. It was racing

Darius"This wasn't the plan!" I yelled at her, rage coating my voice. I slammed my hands on the table in front of me.Slowly, I walked towards her, and she kept backing away. I saw the worry in her eyes she was terrified, and I was furious.Her back hit the wall, and I grabbed her by the neck."You are the High Witch of the Myrren Circle. I expect you to be stronger than this," I said, my voice dripping with venom."I'm sorry... Lord Darius," she said, barely able to speak."Please... please," she gasped, holding my hands as I tightened my grip."You promised me all the powers from the death of the Noir coven, but I have nothing!" I slammed her against the wall, then turned away, pacing the room, frustration boiling over.She collapsed to the ground, coughing heavily and clutching her throat."When the entire coven was killed, you were supposed to harness all the powers from them and make me strong enough to kill Lucian. So what happened?!" I yelled."I don't... know. I'm... not sure