บททั้งหมดของ The Beast King's Heir: Stolen Before Birth: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

Frantic with fear, Lily lunged forward and shouted at Lyra, "Do you even know who my mistress is? Stop right now, or you'll deeply regret the price you have to pay!"Lyra only smiled. With a flick of her wrist, she cast a spell and severed Lily's tongue in one clean move. She mocked, "How dare a petty little fish with a mere hundred years of cultivation like you bark at me? Don't you know how to address an imperial consort? "Your mistress is an adulteress. Why should I fear her?"I stared at Lily as blood poured from her mouth. My body lurched forward instinctively. At that moment, I couldn't care about the High Priest's orders to keep the baby's identity a secret until it was born."Stop!" I shouted, my voice sharp. "I have not been unfaithful! This child belongs to—"But Lyra never let me finish. She shifted forms and raked her claws across my face. Warm blood spilled down my cheek.The searing pain made my vision blur. As I looked down at the red staining on my hand, I nearly

At Lyra's command, someone quickly handed over a gleaming kitchen knife.She clutched me tight, dragging the blade slowly across my body. My protective scales peeled away one by one under the steel. Blood soaked my skin as she smiled with pride, slicing until my flesh was raw and mangled."Next comes the oil, right?" she mused, casting me a sidelong glance.The catfolk attendants obeyed without hesitation, rushing to heat a cauldron of oil until it hissed and sent up waves of scalding steam.Weakness consumed me, as though I were tumbling into a bottomless pit. I couldn't protect the child anymore.I lay in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life as I stared at the boiling oil set before me.Mary gasped and grabbed at Lyra's arm. "My Lady, please, enough!"Two catfolk attendants dragged her back, while Lyra brushed off the plea with a careless wave."Don't fret, Mary. She won't die. I just can't stand that pitiful look on her face, as though the whole world has wronged her. It

Lyra laughed, her snow-white tails swaying happily behind her."Yes, Your Majesty. That consort had the audacity to lie straight to my face. She even demanded that you avenge her, that I should pay with my life. Can you imagine? It's hilarious! Everyone knows you favor me above all. The only mystery is who her lover was—he hasn't dared show himself yet."Tharion froze at her words, a hollow thud echoing in his chest. A terrible premonition swept through him. Step by step, he slowly moved toward me.The air was thick with the stench of blood and my flesh. A few catfolk attendants hurried to block his path. "Your Majesty, the scene is too gruesome. Please don't look. It will only offend your eyes…"Tharion flicked his hand. "Out of my way!"The catfolk attendants collapsed like broken dolls, lifeless in an instant.Everyone flinched into silence, not daring to utter another word. The tension in the air grew unbearably heavy.I lay crumpled in the corner, with not a shred of clothi

Tharion let out a cold, bitter laugh as he set me down gently. "Get out of my sight! The child in her womb was mine! And you dare claim otherwise after killing my heir with your own hands?"Lyra staggered under the sudden weight of his fury. She clutched her chest, her eyes wide with disbelief. "W-What?"She glanced at me, shrouded in Tharion's primal core, then at him, cradling the stillborn in his hands. His composure was teetering on the edge of collapse.Realization struck, and terror bled into her face."No… Impossible. Absolutely impossible!"She forced herself upright, lips twisting into a desperate smile as she stepped toward him, trying to cling to her old charm. "Your Majesty, you're joking with me, aren't you? The High Priest said you could never sire an heir! He would never lie. Unless… unless this is the Carp Clan's blessing?"But she never reached him. With one strike, Tharion sent her crashing across the chamber. "So you finally understand. Lyra, how dare you cal