Semua Bab THE LYCAN KING’S CLAIM: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Elara POVThe words hit before I could brace myself.“So our future Luna is going to be crippled!”For a heartbeat, I wasn’t sure I’d heard it correctly.My mind lagged, struggling to catch up as the sound echoed through the hall like a slap.The cheering around me died instantly, cut off so sharply it felt like someone had sucked the air out of the room.My fingers tightened on the armrests of the wheelchair.I didn’t look up. I couldn’t.In that moment, every insecurity I’d been trying to keep buried just slipped its way to the surface all at once. I felt exposed and stripped bare in front of the entire pack.In that moment, I wasn't Elara who survived near death, I was just Elara who couldn’t stand.Aldric snapped, his tone sharp.The shift in him was violent. I felt it before I saw it… the sudden surge of rage rolling off him in waves so heavy it pressed against my skin.He stepped forward, his presence dominating the space like a storm breaking loose.“Who said that?”His voice t

Elara POVThe silence in the room was deafening after that reveal.Elton shifted, awkwardly trying to step back. I gripped the arms of my wheelchair tighter, trying to anchor myself.He was my mate?! Elton was my mate…Neither of us spoke. We didn't know what to say or how to say to it.“Uh…” I started, then stopped. “I mean… about that—”He raised a hand. “Don’t. Don’t try to explain it.” His voice was softer than I’d expected. “Just… forget it.”“Forget it?” I echoed, my tone tinged with pure disbelief. “We—your hand—” I faltered.He shook his head, smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “It was an accident. A shock.Maybe it was just a mistake, right?.”I stared at him, incredulous, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes. Of course he wouldn’t.People like him never let themselves feel things like this openly.“I don’t think it was…” I whispered, more to myself than to him. My voice cracked. “I don’t think it was just a shock.”He glanced at me then, eyes narrowing slightly, and the smirk

AldricWhen I left her room, I had that lingering feeling that she was holding something back from me.She called me back only to tell me to forget it..That wasn't just anything.But I waved it off, refusing to think much into it.I entered back into the throne room to confront El Fiago.I stood across from the healer with my hands clasped behind my back, staring at the stone floor instead of his face.The decision tasted like ash in my mouth. I didn't like it, but it was what it was.“We’ll have to call it off,” I said at last, my voice low but firm. “For now.”El Fiago didn’t look surprised. If anything, his expression sharpened, like he’d expected this outcome the moment he laid eyes on Elara.“She is afraid,” he said calmly. “I don't blame her. My methods are after all unconventional.”“She’s not ready,” I corrected. “And I won’t force her to do what she doesn't want to no matter how much I want her to do it.”Silence stretched between us, thick and becoming very uncomfortable.T

Elara POVWatch out for the side effects.The words would not leave me even hours after he said it.They followed me into my last night's sleep and dragged me back out of it.I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling of my room, as the morning light slipped in through the tall windows.Side effects….What kind of healer restores a body and then leaves with a warning instead of reassurance?I flexed my toes under the sheets.They moved.The simple act still felt unreal… like a trick my mind was playing on me. I bent my knees slowly, testing the strength there, the way my legs obeyed without hesitation.There was no pain and no seizure.My legs were really working again…I swallowed a lump in my throat.I should have been happy. I was happy.Gods knew I had begged for this I had prayed for it.Even yet, the unease still coiled up tightly in my chest.Watch out for the side effects, love.What side effects? Why couldn't he lead with them before he even started the rituals..?Why after? S

Elara POVI paced my room like a caged thing.Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.The space in my room felt too small right now.My hands trembled by my sides, my breathing shallow and uneven no matter how many times I tried to steady it.I had almost killed her.The image wouldn’t leave my mind… the maid’s wide eyes, the pure terror in her face when she ran off.That craving I felt. Hunger. Raw. It hadn’t been hunger for food. I knew that now. It had been something far worse.I pressed my palm to my mouth, swallowing hard.I had wanted to bite her.Not in rage. Not in defense. But in craving.If not for that single flicker of clarity… if not for that last shred of myself that came up…I would have crossed a line I could never return from.Something was wrong with me.Terribly wrong.I dragged my hands through my hair and forced myself to stop pacing, leaning against the edge of the desk as my knees weakened.I couldn’t be near anyone. Not like this. Not until I understood