Lahat ng Kabanata ng Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Ronan’s POVThe Lycan palace always looked different from a distance. Not smaller. But less untouchable.Maybe that was because the last time I had seen it, the world had been tearing itself apart. War had bled through every forest and valley between the territories. The palace had stood like a fortress then — something ancient and immovable against the chaos.Now it stood beneath a bright afternoon sky, banners rippling lazily in the wind. And it looked… alive.I brought the car to a slowed pace as we approached the final rise overlooking the valley.Beside me, Kira whistled softly.“Well,” my sister muttered, squinting at the towering structure. “Someone’s b

Alara’s POVThe palace was finally quiet.After hours of laughter, music, and celebration, the halls had slowly emptied. Lanterns still glowed along the courtyards, their soft light swaying gently in the midnight breeze, but the joyful noise of the evening had faded.The twins’ birthday had been everything Xavier promised it would be — bright, loud, filled with people who loved them.Artemis had spent most of the evening racing through the courtyard with other children while Lucian stayed closer to the adults, though even he had laughed more than I had seen in months.Ronan and Kira had stayed long after the cake had been cut. Rylan had been the loudest among them all, insisting the twins deserved two cakes.It had been… perfect. Too perfect.Now, deep into the night, the palace had settled into the quiet breathing of sleep.Xavier’s arm lay heavy across my waist as we rested beneath the silken sheets in our chambers. His warmth pressed into my back, his steady breathing brushing agai

Xavier’s POVThe forest did not sleep. It watched instead.I could feel it the moment we crossed the palace gates.Cold air rushed against my face as my boots hit the forest floor, the scent of damp earth and pine thick in my lungs. Behind me, warriors fanned out in a silent formation, their movements sharp and disciplined.But none of them moved faster than me.Marcus surged beneath my skin like a storm waiting to break. ‘Faster.’“I know.”Every second felt like a blade twisting deeper in my chest.Artemis. Lucian. They were both gone. Taken from the inside of my own palace. The thought alone was enough to set my blood on fire.Branches snapped behind me as Ronan caught up, moving easily through the dense undergrowth despite the darkness.“You’re pushing too far ahead,” he muttered. “I don’t care.”His voice sharpened. “You should.”I stopped abruptly.The warriors behind us halted immediately.Moonlight filtered through the towering trees, casting pale silver across the forest fl

Xavier’s POVThe forest smelled like blood. Rogue blood, corrupted and rotten.It lingered thick in the air behind us as we moved forward again, leaving the bodies scattered across the dark soil. None of us spoke. The silence between us wasn’t calm — it was sharp, coiled tight with the kind of focus that comes before another fight.Marcus paced restlessly beneath my skin.‘Move faster.’“I’m trying.”The trail ahead remained faint but clear enough. The rogues had moved in a group, their corrupted scent carving a path through the trees like a wound through the forest despite being shaded, covered.But it wasn’t their scent I was following.It was Lucian. Every mark he carved into the trees pulled us forward like a silent promise. He was still thinking, still fighting, still leaving a path home.The thought filled my chest with both pride and fury.Ronan slowed slightly as he scanned the ground ahead.“They changed direction,” he muttered.I stepped beside him.The rogue tracks had shif

Xavier’s POVLeaving Alara behind was one of the hardest things I had done in my life.She had argued. Gods, she had argued.Her eyes had burned with the same fury that lived inside my chest as she stood in the war room, refusing to step aside while we prepared to march.“I’m coming with you.” The words had not been a request.I could still hear them echoing in my mind as our army moved through the night.“You’re not,” I had replied.Her jaw had tightened. “They’re my children too.”Marcus had stirred violently at that. ‘She is right.’But logic had won over instinct. “They will need you when we bring them back,” I told her quietly. “And if something goes wrong tonight… the kingdom cannot lose both of us.”Alara’s gaze had searched mine for a long moment. Then she had whispered the words that still clawed at my chest even now.“Bring them home.”I had pressed my forehead against hers. “I will.”And now—The forest stretched before us like a battlefield waiting to be claimed.Rylan led