All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Rogue Queen: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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The Art of Almost Remembering

RileyIt turned out riding next to a king was less about the view and more about surviving his pace.Kael rode like someone trying to outrun guilt and catch destiny at the same time.I rode like someone trying to remember which end of the sword I preferred.The forest melted behind us in long ribbons of shadow and silver. The air still smelled faintly of the Sun’s fire, as if the world hadn’t quite cooled down after the war between gods. The nights were cooler now, mercifully, but my skin still hummed with leftover light — like the Sun hadn’t completely let go of me.He kept glancing sideways. Not staring — checking.Like I was a fragile artifact on loan from the gods and might shatter if mishandled.“Stop that,” I said finally, eyes forward.“Stop what?” he asked, voice all royal innocence.“Looking like you’re about to offer me a blanket and a therapy session.”“Noted,” he said dryly. “No blankets. Only light psychoanalysis.”“Good. You’d be terrible at it.”“I’m told I have a calmi

Last Updated : 2025-10-24

The City That Forgot How to Bow

KaelAsterion was a wound wrapped in gold.The streets gleamed too bright, the air smelled too clean — like someone scrubbed away the truth and called it holiness.Lumi wrinkled her nose. “It’s like someone tried to perfume a corpse.”Riley smirked faintly. “That’s most of civilization, kid.”She said it like a joke, but her hand hovered near her blade the whole time. She didn’t trust anything here. Not the soldiers. Not the walls. Maybe not even me.The guards were waiting. Sun-armored Lycans, ranks perfect, smiles plastic.“No werewolves beyond this gate,” their captain barked, voice full of borrowed power. “By decree of the Sun—”Riley sighed. “Does everyone here have the same script or is stupidity a group activity?”I glanced at her. “We agreed—no chaos unless necessary.”“Majesty,” she said sweetly, “I am chaos. You can’t just turn it off.”Varyn muttered, “She’s not wrong.”The captain raised his spear. “Name yourselves.”I met his gaze. “I am Kael, King of the Lycans, and this

Last Updated : 2025-10-24

The Fire and the Moon

Riley Peace was a myth. Especially for someone who’d made the Sun flinch. By dawn, Asterion was already buzzing with rumors. Every street corner, every open window, every whisper in the alleys carried my name — twisted, exaggerated, glorified. The Sun’s daughter. The cursed queen. The monster who broke chains with fire in her veins. They couldn’t decide if they wanted to worship me or burn me. Typical. Kael had vanished before sunrise, pacing between war rooms and the throne hall, while I stood on the balcony, trying to convince myself that the golden horizon didn’t make my skin hum with recognition. It did. Every time light touched me, it whispered of Solen. And I hated it. By midmorning, Kael returned with a storm in his eyes and a parchment in his hand. “The Council’s demanding audience,” he said flatly. I raised a brow. “You have a council?” He exhaled. “Had. Mostly symbolic. They were supposed to ‘advise the throne’ and ‘represent the noble houses.’ In practice,

Last Updated : 2025-10-25

The Night the Sun Faded

Riley Peace never lasts. Especially not when your ex–celestial parent refuses to stay dead. The first warning wasn’t thunder. It was silence — sharp, expectant, and wrong. Then the sky cracked open, spilling gold like blood. Lumi bolted into my chamber, wild-eyed and breathless. “They’re back,” she gasped. “The shiny jerks with the light sticks!” “Morning already?” I muttered, grabbing my sword. “Guess the apocalypse didn’t get the memo about coffee first.” Kael was already in the courtyard, armor half-buckled, eyes molten with focus. When he saw me, something softened — just a little. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said. “I get that a lot.” “Riley—” “Relax, Majesty.” I tightened my bracer. “I’m just here to save your royal ass. Again.” Lumi crossed her arms. “Technically, mine too.” Kael exhaled. “Wonderful. A suicidal trio.” The gates shook. Beyond them, the valley blazed — not with fire, but with remnants. Soldiers of gold marched like reflections — not flesh and bl

Last Updated : 2025-10-25

The Weight of Peace

Riley Peace wasn’t what I expected. It wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t gentle. It roared. Every night since the battle against Solen, I heard the echo of his light — the scream of the Sun shattering, the fire ripping through the sky, the sound of me almost burning from the inside out. Kael said the war was over. But my body still didn’t believe it. Sometimes I woke in the middle of the night thinking I was still in that battlefield — choking on smoke, watching the Moon and the Sun clash above us like dying gods. The memory still burned. So did the guilt. Because when Solen fell, part of me fell with him. Now we were supposed to rebuild. Fix what gods had broken. Kael had gathered what was left of his council and declared a decree that would’ve made any bard cry: > “Lycans and werewolves stand as equals. No chains. No hierarchy. One people.” Beautiful words. But every city we rode into tested them. Half the nobles thought it was weakness. Half the wolves thought it was a lie.

Last Updated : 2025-10-26

The Wolf, the King, and the Sass

Riley They told me it would feel natural. That the first shift after trauma would come back like breathing. Liars. All of them. Because this? This felt like trying to remember a song I used to love, only now every note burned. The air was cool, the moon high, and Lumi had fallen asleep using Kael’s cloak like it was a national resource. The campfire popped, the forest murmured, and Kael watched me like I was something both sacred and dangerous — which, to be fair, wasn’t entirely wrong. “Sure you want to try this tonight?” he asked quietly. “No,” I said. “That’s why I’m doing it.” His mouth twitched. “That’s very you.” “Terrible coping mechanism, I know.” “Effective, though.” I closed my eyes. Tried to find her — the part of me I’d locked away since Solen’s fall. At first, there was nothing. Just wind, and pain, and that whisper of fear that said you’re too broken for this now. Then— > Finally. Her voice rolled through me like thunder with teeth. My knees hit the dir

Last Updated : 2025-10-26

The Court of Smiles and Knives

Riley Cindrel didn’t look like a city. It looked like a warning wrapped in gold. The streets gleamed too clean. The people smiled too wide. Every balcony dripped with banners stitched in silver thread — old symbols of Lycan dominance Kael had outlawed weeks ago. “Smells fake,” Lumi muttered beside me. “Like perfume and lies.” “Then keep your blade sharp,” I said. “Both kinds.” She grinned. “Yes, Alpha Mom.” Kael ignored us, but his jaw was tight enough to crack a gemstone. “We’ll meet their council, remind them what the decree means.” “You mean tell them to stop pretending slavery is heritage,” I said. “That too.” I could feel the tension thrumming through him — the calm before the storm, the weight of a man who’d learned peace was just another kind of war. --- Kael The Council of Cindrel assembled in a marble hall big enough to make gods feel small. They were all there — the nobles who’d hidden behind old titles when the world changed — and leading them, Lady Serina of

Last Updated : 2025-10-26

The Bright Lie

Riley Cindrel’s council chamber was designed to make people agree with it. Sunlight fell through a honeycomb of gold-latticed skylights, spilling in neat hexagons across marble that had never seen dirt. Banners hung like sermons. Every seat faced the throne dais, as if the room itself had already chosen a king and wanted applause on schedule. Lumi took one look and wrinkled her nose. “It’s a yes-man in building form.” “Accurate,” I murmured. “Try not to lick the walls; you’ll get drunk on self-importance.” Kael heard me (of course he did) and didn’t smile (of course he didn’t). His shoulders wore the quiet weight I’d started to learn: King, not just Lycan. The kind who had to make a decree and then walk it into every city because words don’t grow legs by themselves. We were here to nail Cindrel’s compliance to the floor. Again. And the Vales were already seated like a matched set of knives. Lady Serina gleamed—pearl hair, pearl smile, pearl cruelty. Beside her: Daren Vale, all

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

Noon Rugs & Bright Lies

Kael Dawn found Cindrel gathered beneath its own arrogance. The upper terrace became a balcony of judgment; the square below, a throat full of held breath. Auditors lined our rear flank with salt-knives and moon-ink. Lira held a ledger like a weapon. Varyn posted steel at every arch. Lumi stood at my elbow with an apple and the alert contempt of a cat who’s decided the city is a bad sofa. Riley stepped up beside me. No crown. No cloak. Just a black jacket that made her look like a promise someone would regret breaking. She didn’t need armor; the room changed shape to fit her. “Ready?” I asked. “No,” she said. “Do it anyway.” The bell tolled. I raised my voice. “People of Cindrel,” I said, “by right of the crown and the law we bled to write—hear the record.” Lira lifted the first rug—one of the pale noon-weaves we’d pulled from behind a panel—and snapped it open so the square could see the threadwork stitched in hidden gold. A collective hiss crawled the crowd. “Solar tethers

Last Updated : 2025-10-28

Coffee, Knives, and Other Bad Decisions

Riley Cindrel woke up cranky. You could feel it in the cobblestones — like the whole city had slept in its crown and dreamed of being the victim. Shops opened late. Priests of the "perfectly harmless sunlight" found new excuses to sweep somewhere else. Even the pigeons looked judgy. Lumi and I hit the market before dawn because apparently, revolution requires caffeine. "Ground rules," I said, tugging my jacket closed. "If Ronan tries any noon tricks, stab his cup." "With what?" she asked. "Your eyes." "Copy that." She flashed a smile that could’ve qualified as a war crime. Ronan Vale appeared right on schedule, like a golden sin with good timing. No cape (thank the gods), just that effortless grin people wear when they’ve never lost anything that mattered. He chose a wolf-owned cart — decent choice — the one with coffee strong enough to confess for you. He bowed. To me. To Lumi. Even to the barista, who didn’t bow back and handed him a cup that looked like liquid defiance.

Last Updated : 2025-10-29

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