All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Broken Mate: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

As the sun slowly set, the atmosphere of the palace changed completely. From the courtyard beyond the window came deep, echoing howls, the people in the corridors moved more quietly than usual, and even the candlelight seemed to flicker with a nervous edge. The air grew thicker; with the approach of the full moon, it felt as though every wall was breathing—slow, heavy breaths, in rhythm with something stirring in their blood.Thalia sat on the edge of the bed, her hands pressed to her knees, watching as the moonlight slid more and more strongly through the gaps in the curtains. Her stomach twisted. She knew what was coming—and she knew it never went smoothly for her. She had always been different. While others shifted easily, with a single movement, hers always came with pain. Her bones obeyed more slowly, her skin resisted the change, and every time she felt as though she were being torn apart from the inside. Her body knew what it had to do, but never truly wanted to do it.The thou

The day passed unusually slowly. It was as if time itself knew what the palace was preparing for and placed a special weight on every single minute. Healers, servants, the harem master, and his assistants came and went in my room all day, and I barely spoke to any of them. I watched their movements, the routine with which they surrounded me, while trying to hide the fact that my stomach was knotted and my palms were damp with cold sweat.Medically, I had recovered. The wounds had closed nicely, and the pain was now only a dull pull along my neck, as if it wanted to remind me of what had happened. Everyone was satisfied with my condition, everyone except me. It was not my body that felt heavy, but my thoughts. The silence of the palace had changed in recent days. It had become too quiet, too orderly. The guards stood more rigidly, the servants answered more briefly, and whenever I asked what was happening, everyone ended the conversation with the same sentence. “It is not our concern.”

Morning had not truly awakened yet, but I could already hear distant sounds in the corridors of the harem. Through the walls came the footsteps of the water carrier girls, the quiet bustle of the healers preparing for the day. I, however, lay on the cold stone floor where I had collapsed at the end of the night. My mind was fogged, and my body felt foreign, as if it no longer belonged to me.I became aware of the door opening. I heard the harem master’s urgent knocking, but I could not answer. My throat had closed. Then I felt the cool draft of air and the bitter, heavy smell rising from me, the stench of fear and exhaustion soaked into my skin.Even with my eyes closed, I felt him kneel beside me.“Thalia… can you hear me?” His voice was tense, yet strangely gentle. “Hey… my child…”I felt two fingers at my neck, searching for my pulse. Everything seemed distant, as if I were watching the events from the bottom of a deep well. I heard him call for guards, heard him shout, heard scree

Sleep did not come the way it usually did. There were no images, only sensations. It was dark, but not the empty kind of darkness that brings rest. It was the kind that had weight. It pressed on my chest like lead, squeezing the air out of me, as if the walls were closing in again.Then the pain came.I did not remember where it came from. I only felt that every part of me ached, as if invisible hands were squeezing me tight. I tried to move, but my limbs would not obey. The instinct to flee screamed inside my head, but my body was bound and helpless.“It hurts so much…” I heard my own voice, but it sounded as if it came from an underwater cavern. Distorted and чужд. “It hurts so much… please… stop…”The begging would not end. In the darkness, something shifted. A shadow. I thought it was Him. The old nightmare. The anger. The punishment.“Thalia!”The name cut sharply through the fog, but it did not bring relief. On the contrary, the closeness of the voice only confirmed the fear. So

The cold light of dawn crept slyly through the gaps in the curtains. I hadn’t slept; I’d only hovered somewhere between wakefulness and exhaustion. My pillow was rumpled, and I could still feel the salt of dried tears on my face. When the healer entered after a soft knock, I didn’t move at all—only my eyelids flickered.“Good morning, miss,” she said carefully. “The king sent me. He told me not to wake you if you were still asleep… but it doesn’t look like you are.”I slowly opened my eyes. The world was blurry, and my voice sounded as if it didn’t belong to me.“I didn’t really manage to sleep…” I whispered.The woman didn’t ask anything. She simply nodded, knelt beside the bed, and placed her fingers on my wrist. Her touch was cool and calming.“Your pulse is steadier than it was last night. Your body is exhausted, but you’ll be all right. The king asked that if you were feeling better, you should bathe and eat something. The servants are already preparing the water.”I nodded and,