All Chapters of The Royal Mate Of The Cursed Lycan King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Raiden POVI was still seated when the shift happened.Not on the battlefield—there, the chaos had already settled into aftermath—but at the long wooden table laid out beneath the open sky, where firelight danced across plates of food and weary faces finally allowed themselves relief. Laughter moved carefully among the Regal Blood warriors, subdued but genuine, the kind born only after survival.I hadn’t touched much of the food.I was listening.To the wind.To the space beneath sound.To the place where my instincts never slept.That was when one of my men approached.He didn’t announce himself. Didn’t wait to be noticed. He leaned in close, close enough that only I could hear him, and whispered into my ear.“Alpha… the report came in, they found bodies.”The world narrowed.“What?” I asked quietly, already rising to my feet.“Scouts near our territory. Lycans. Our sentries.” His voice dropped further. “They were taken down clean. No alarm raised.”My chair scraped back against the

Aria POVIf anyone asked, I would have said I was fine.And for most of the day, it almost felt true.The fortress had been louder since Raiden left—not with chaos, but with life. Training calls echoed across the courtyards, laughter carried through the stone corridors, the scent of food clung to the air like a promise. They hadn’t let me sit still for long.Elowen found me first.She’d taken my hands with that quiet authority she carried so effortlessly and led me toward the inner grounds, insisting I learn the older forms—balance, breath, patience. Liam had appeared halfway through, leaning against a column with that infuriating smirk, offering commentary he was absolutely not qualified to give.Ava argued with him. Constantly.Emma laughed at both of them.Somewhere between sparring drills, shared meals, and wandering halls I still hadn’t fully memorized, the hours slipped by. I laughed—genuinely. I ate more than I thought I would. I practiced until my muscles ached in that satisf

Aria POVMorning came without mercy.I didn’t wake up so much as surface, dragged out of a shallow, fractured sleep that barely deserved the name. My body felt heavy, my limbs sluggish, but my mind—my mind had never rested. I lay still for a moment, staring at the pale gray light leaking through the curtains, my chest tight like something vital had been wrapped too tightly overnight.I had slept, yes. But only in pieces. Short, broken moments haunted by the same image over and over again—iron, blood, darkness, and Raiden’s presence stretched thin like a fraying thread I couldn’t quite reach.The bond felt… strained. Not severed. Never that. But distant. Muted. Like shouting through water.I pushed myself upright, dragging a hand down my face. My head throbbed faintly, the dull ache of a night spent battling instinct and restraint. I swung my legs off the bed and stood, grounding myself against the cold floor.He’s alive.Kaida’s voice brushed against my mind, calm but alert. I’d feel

Aria POVI stayed perfectly still, forcing my mind to slow as I calculated my next move. Kaida’s voice cut in right on time.“So are we really going to stand here and let this Axel idiot do whatever he wants to you?”“No,” I replied calmly in my head. “We wait. And we plan.”She scoffed. “We already made a plan last night.” I could feel her coiled tight, restless, ready to tear something apart. “And according to that plan,” she continued sharply, “Lucian was supposed to make the first move.”“Yes,” I answered, steady despite the arm locked around my throat. “And unfortunately, the person Lucian needs to move against is the same one threatening to slit my throat.”“Goodness, Aria!” Kaida groaned, clearly fed up.I said nothing.Darius finally rose from his throne and descended a few steps, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second.“Isn’t this such a beautiful day?” he asked, his tone falsely light.I stared at him, unimpressed.“Don’t look at me like what I’m saying is nonsense

Lucian POVThe war room smelled like iron, sweat, and old stone.Not the comforting kind of old stone either. The kind that had witnessed too many losses and learned to stay quiet about them.We gathered around the long obsidian table, armor still on us, blood dried in places none of us had bothered to clean yet. No one suggested rest. No one mentioned food. Our bodies were here, but our minds were upstairs, down the hall, in a dim room where our alpha still hadn’t opened his eyes.Raiden’s unconscious state sat with us like an invisible weight.Liam leaned against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. Ava paced, boots echoing sharply against the floor like she was daring someone to tell her to sit down. Emma stood close to Elowen, her hands folded, eyes softer than the rest of us but no less alert. Elowen herself looked… drained. Magic always left a mark on her, even when she pretended otherwise.The elders arrived last, robes whispering as they took their seats. Their eyes moved from f