Semua Bab Traded to the Lycan King After Rejection: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Veya POVI hold my breath as the council chamber doors close with a muted thud, the sound echoing like a judge’s gavel sealing a sentence. The old wooden wardrobe swallowing my body creaks every time I shift even an inch. Dust and mold burn my nose, but I don’t dare move. Even my pulse feels too loud, as if it might betray me.“Eldric better not be lying to me. I’ll make him pay for the lesson. I don’t mind if he’s the grandson of a god-appointed elder,” I mutter, biting down on my nail until my teeth ache.I’ve been hiding in here for over an hour now, and there’s still no sign the council meeting was ever meant to begin.Footsteps echo against the marble floor, snapping my focus sharp. Chairs scrape. The air inside the room tightens, heavy and electric, like the sky before a storm breaks.I peer through the small hole I’d carved into the door earlier with a piece of iron. There are eight figures inside. Seven of them are council elders. The eighth is Oracle Vesska.“I will not repea

Veya POVThe palace gates close behind me with a heavy clang, like a coffin being nailed shut.Snow immediately bites into the soles of my feet. The cold is sharp, merciless—proof that this isn’t some nightmare I can escape by waking up and crying beneath a blanket.Six guards flank me. Their spears and swords glint beneath the moonlight, ready to sever my head at the slightest misstep.Thin chains encircle both my wrists, clinking softly with every step. The sound is small, almost delicate, but in my mind, it roars. A reminder that I have never truly been free in this place.Hours ago, the artifact stone glowed the moment it touched my skin. The king and Oracle Vesska exchanged a look as though they had just witnessed a miracle resurrected from the grave.I hadn’t even been given the chance to ask what it meant before the king pulled me against his side. He leaned close enough that only I could hear him. “Follow the ritual tonight. For the greater good.”I looked up at him then. “Who

Nerissa’s POVI sat at the edge of the bed, spine straight out of habit, fingers digging into my chest as if I could hold together whatever was tearing loose inside me. The image would not stop replaying—Rael’s arms wrapped around that lowborn slave, the way his body curved around hers as though he had finally found something he had been searching for his entire life. As though she were home.He had never held me like that.Two measured knocks broke through the silence. The door opened carefully, and the scent reached me first. Isevar stepped inside with a stride that was heavy yet controlled. His silver armor still clung to his broad frame, catching the dim candlelight. His black hair was tied low at his nape, and his jaw was carved sharp as a blade meant for war.“Allow me to approach, Your Majesty,” he said, his voice low and steady.I gave a faint nod, resting my head against the carved bedpost.“How much has happened that I do not know during my absence?” His tone was grave, the

Veya’s POV I woke with a strangled breath and found him already above me. Morning was only half-born. A pale blade of sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains, carving a faint golden line down his bare back. His tan skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. The muscles in his shoulders and arms shifted with every roll of his hips—slow at first, measured, then quicker the moment he realized my eyes were open. “You’re awake,” he rumbled, his voice thick, rough with sleep and possession. “How do you feel?” “I… I don’t understand,” I stammered, shaking my head because he had found that devastatingly sweet place inside me again. “Your Majesty…” A low moan escaped me. My voice was wrecked. My throat burned from how many times I had called his name through the night, never truly stopping and never truly resting. My hands rose on instinct, clutching at his shoulders. My nails pressed into his slick skin as his movements made the bed creak beneath us. Each thrust pushed my head back, and

Veya’s POVCrystal candles hung from the ceiling like a galaxy dragged down into the ballroom, and I stood beneath them wearing a smile that felt like a blade stretched across my face.My white gown swept over the marble floor, layer upon layer of fine fabric shimmering every time I moved. Diamonds stitched across the skirt caught the light and fractured it into cold flashes. My hair flowed down my back in soft, deliberate waves, pinned with delicate ornaments that matched the necklace resting at my neck.The king walked beside me, magnificent in his royal attire. Black and gold wrapped around him like night set ablaze. The ruby crown on his head burned beneath the chandeliers. The stone in his pendant mirrored the fire in my necklace, as if we had been crafted intentionally to stand as a matched pair.My hand curled around his arm. He covered my fingers with his own, firm and certain.A claim that needed no announcement.Every Alpha across Vargravia filled the grand hall. Their auras