Todos los capítulos de The Lycan King’s Broken Mate: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Nyra Morning crept silently through the high windows of the palace. The light was not yet blinding. It only slipped gently across the dark wood of the canopy bed, glimmered on the silk, and came to rest softly upon us. I woke slowly. Not with a jolt, not torn out of nightmares. But drifting up from a quiet, warm haze, as if the soul returned to reality before the body. My vision was still blurred, but as I registered where I was, what I felt… something stirred inside me. Not trembling. Not tension. Desire. Aedan’s arms were still around me. I was pressed to his chest, and he breathed slow and deep. Whether he slept or lingered in half-consciousness, I didn’t know, but I felt his warmth, his scent, the steady heartbeat against my ear. This closeness didn’t fill me with fear. It filled me with something deeper. With the feeling I had always confused with pain. For the first time, it did not hurt. For the first time… it was only desire. I moved carefully, pressing myself clo

Nyra The throne room was no longer silent. My words still echoed against the stone walls, as if the afterbeat of war drums rippled through the air. Aedan stood beside me, regal, yet in his eyes still burned something ancient, feral, a force only one feels when he rules not just to command, but to protect. The moment was broken by Cassian. He stepped forward slowly, yet every motion of his carried confidence. His posture was straight, his eyes cool and calm, like a wolf surveying the field before striking. Aedan said nothing, gave no command. He merely inclined his head, the smallest nod. Cassian understood. And so did everyone else. He stopped beside me, slightly ahead, as if his very body declared: anyone who would strike must first pass through him. “By your leave, Sire,” he said, his deep voice clear, reverberating through the hall. “I speak now not only as commander, but as packmate, warrior, and brother.” Aedan nodded. Cassian looked briefly at me, then fixed his gaze on

Nyra Beneath the high, arched ceiling of the great council chamber, voices swirled in a deep, steady murmur around me. Every seat at the long, dark-wood table was filled: pack leaders, guardians, strategists, arcane elders. Each spoke for their own domain, and now all were gathered to decide the empire’s future. At the far end of the chamber, on the raised dais, two chairs stood. The King’s. And, for the first time, the Luna’s. When Aedan took his seat, I sat at his right hand as if it had always been so. No explanations were needed. No one asked why I was there. My presence was the answer. Cassian stood at the far end of the table, his gaze sweeping the council before settling on Aedan. A brief nod. Everyone knew we could begin. Aedan rose. “Let’s begin.” The chamber fell silent at once. The first to speak was an older man with graying hair, his voice rasping and deep, echoing off the stone walls. “Rogues. Five attacks on the northwestern passes in two weeks. They don’

Nyra The council chamber had changed. Whispers became murmured incantations, books slammed shut, parchment rustled, elders gave orders. The magical fabric that held the realm together stirred. And everyone knew: it was because of me. My protection was no longer a privilege. It was duty. Aedan’s chair creaked as he rose. I was still dizzy, the weight of the vision pressed against my chest, but when he leaned close, his voice reached me softly. “Enough for today. Rest. The others know what must be done.” I only nodded. I had no strength to protest. I didn’t want to. I only wanted him. His touch. His nearness. He led me from the chamber. Warriors stepped aside in silence, and Cassian gave a single nod to show he would remain and oversee everything. Behind me, chalk lines were already creeping across stone, runes glowing to life, but I no longer heard them. Only Aedan’s footsteps. Only his hand holding mine. The corridors carried us back in silence. Cold stone lay beneath

Nyra The morning crept slowly into the chambers, as if it, too, knew not to shatter the silence of night too abruptly. Sunlight broke through the curtains in thin, golden streaks, brushing over the edge of the canopy, the thick carpet, the carved curves of the furniture, painting the room as though dawn itself wished to embrace it. Outside, the palace still slumbered, but within, everything breathed in a single rhythm: Mine. And Aedan’s. I moved to the screen, carrying my clothes over my arm. I didn’t hurry. I didn’t rush. My body still carried the memory of the night, and the morning as well. Every nerve tingled, every movement held a new kind of ease I had never believed could come from me. As if every part of me finally knew: I was desirable. Not from fear. Not from duty. But truly. I unfolded the linen shirt and slowly slipped it on. As I slid my arm through the soft fabric, I leaned slightly to the side. A small motion. Insignificant. Innocent. And yet, when I glan