Todos os capítulos de The Lycan Prince’s Secret Obsession : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Chapter 62: The Kingdom Moves OnThe kingdom moved with a rhythm that seemed strangely louder in the absence of Elias. The banners of silver and black fluttered against the late afternoon winds, carrying the scent of roasted meats and grain harvest through the capital streets.Merchants shouted prices in the square, blacksmiths hammered iron against anvils, and children played among the fountains. To the people, life had resumed with startling ease, as though the upheaval of Kael’s near death, his strange awakening, and the controversy around Elias had been washed away by the turning wheel of duty.Inside the castle walls, the heartbeat of the realm was steady, almost too steady. Servants bustled in silence, the rhythm of their steps trained to Kael’s restored authority. Guards stood at sharper attention than before, their eyes catching every movement, every whisper. Ministers and advisors gathered in the Hall of Councils with scrolls, petitions, and complaints, eager to place their t

Chapter 64: Caught red handed “Your Majesty…” Nadai’s voice broke the silence, trembling as her eyes locked on the shadow in the doorway.Queen Serena stood there, her face etched with horror, her royal robes heavy with moonlight spilling from the hall behind her. Her gaze moved from Delia’s naked body to Nadai’s flushed face, and then back again. For a long, unbearable heartbeat, no one moved.Delia’s heart pounded like a drum, but her chin lifted in defiance, even as her hand slid protectively across her chest. Nadai, however, looked stricken, her whole body shaking as if the queen’s silence was more damning than any shouted accusation.Queen Serena said nothing.Her eyes lingered one last time, cool and sharp, before she turned her back to them and walked away, the echo of her steps fading down the corridor.“No!” Nadai cried, bolting forward, panic flooding her veins. She reached the door, fumbling for the handle, ready to chase after her. “Your Majesty, wait...”Delia’s hand sho

Chapter 66: Bells for the Dead“Your Highness...open, please...Your Highness!”The pounding came like thunder against Kael’s door, rattling the iron ring in its socket. He was already half up, sleep torn from his body in one jolting gasp.“Enter,” he barked, voice rough.The latch flew. A young guard stumbled in, face gray, eyes blown wide. “It’s the Queen,” he said, breath breaking. “She... Her Majesty...”Kael didn’t wait for the rest. Barefoot, shirt thrown on wrong side first, he was out into the corridor before the boy could finish. He moved like a blade pulled clean from its sheath, the air around him sharpening, temperature dropping.And then the bells began.Low and slow at first, a single toll that ran its iron mouth along the bones of the palace. Another followed, then another, until the whole fortress seemed to vibrate with the weight of sound. Windows trembled in their lead frames. A flock of ravens boiled up off the east parapet and scattered like thrown ink.Kael ran.Se

Chapter 68: Whispers of Home“Papa… please drink this,” Suki whispered, her voice trembling as she pressed the rim of the steaming cup against her father’s lips.The frail man groaned as he turned his head slightly. His once strong broad shoulders that once carried nets, crates, and the burdens of his family was now sunken. The hospital bed in their cramped home in Chiang Mai seemed to swallow him. Sweat slicked his forehead, and the veins in his hands looked like fragile blue threads beneath paper-thin skin.“I don’t want it,” he rasped in Thai, coughing immediately after, his body shuddering with the effort.Suki’s eyes burned. Her hair tied in a messy bun, her schoolbooks forgotten on the wooden table by the window. For weeks she had been a nurse, housekeeper, and child all at once. Her small hands trembled as she set the cup down on the bedside table.“You need your strength, Papa. You must drink something, at least a little. Please.”The old man closed his eyes, the rise and fall

Chapter 70: Finale In Georgia, the news moved like a different sort of fire. Delia’s embassy received the state’s dispatch through channels that had always accounted for decorum. They opened the container and found their princess’s body enclosed, wrapped with the same unvarnished state practice and with it a message Kael had let be sent: a court’s verdict becomes a record for nations as much as for people. Pride turned to rage. Men who had never raised their voices called war councils. A king does not see his heir returned with the mark of execution without taking the blade in return.Delia’s father, in a fury that made him stumble in his chamber, prepared his banners and called his lords. He mobilized on the gallop. The noise of departure, horns and spurs carried to Kael’s news rooms the way thunder might. Armies met on a ridge; the Prince of Pennsylvania led his troops with a command that had the weight of grief and the focus of a man who had seen too much and accepted too little.