Todos os capítulos de Mated To The Lycan King Who Can’t Let Go: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

“Did you see it?” I asked, finally letting myself sit back and stop worrying about emptying my stomach into the bucket. “The fire?” “I definitely saw it! How’d you do that?” Levi’s eyes were wide, shining like he’d just witnessed something impossible. Oh thank the goddess, it had been witnessed. That was really all I cared about. I swallowed hard. One more thing. “Where’s Kyle?” “Beats me,” Levi shrugged. Figures. “Hey, where’s the other guy I sent over unconscious?” I called to a passing healer. “He’s just been knocked out by a sleeping agent. He should come to on his own soon. He just needs to sleep it off,” the healer said, hurrying past. “Hey! This one’s pregnant!” someone yelled from the crowd. “Excuse me, your majesty,” the healer muttered before running off. I felt my stomach twist at the memory of the tower, the dead things, the way their overlapping thoughts of begging to die had filled my head. That overwhelming anger I felt… made the fire happen. Maybe I can try

Levi’s mother left before dawn, slipping out before anyone could see or hear her. No announcement. No performance. Just gone. Good. That meant Kyle was safe to rest another day without someone deciding to carve another lesson onto his body while I wasn’t looking. Levi, on the other hand, decided celebration was in order. He invited me into the town near the camp for a dinner that screamed money and control—just the two of us. The table was a deliberate excess: silver platters stacked with butter-glossed lobster tails split neatly down the middle, oysters on ice with pearls of lemon and vinegar, seared scallops resting in shallow pools of herb oil, crab legs cracked and arranged like offerings, delicate fish fillets layered with saffron sauce, and bread still warm enough to steam when torn. The kind of meal meant to remind you who owned the land and the sea. “As you wanted, I took most of the credit in the report,” Levi said, lifting his glass. “But my conscience couldn’t let me le

It was the most brilliant way I could keep her with me. Let her believe she fought for this, bled for it, won it outright—so she'd never think of leaving once we crushed everything beneath us. I just had to make the kingdom like Kyle. A long-term investment worth protecting. She'd already said she wasn't going anywhere, but trust was not something I left unguarded. Better safe than sorry. The night had been... intense. Nyx was more active than usual, sharper, hungrier. She liked control. Maybe I was enjoying the thought of her controlling me. Three days later we reached the mountain prison. It was carved straight into the spine of the frozen range, a black wound in white stone. No towers. No banners. Just a mouth of iron and rock breathing cold. The cave system burrowed deep, layered with gates, pressure doors, runes cut into the walls like old scars. Snow buried the outer paths daily, and avalanches were not accidents here—they were accommodations. No one escaped this place. A

"Well, you nailed that," Levi said. "Of course I did," I chuckled. Dante's dad signed the treaty agreement with shaking hands and took my father back to replace him as alpha, because control mattered more than morality and my father was very good at keeping crowds docile when fear alone wouldn't do. "Are you satisfied?" "With just this?" I asked. "You're joking right? Things haven't ended yet." "Well as I said, you have my full support on this mission. Just let me know when you think of what to do next," Levi said. I watched him as he spoke, the calm confidence, the careful distance. He wanted me invested and throughly convinced that this was my war, my kingdom, my responsibility. And yet it was impossible to miss the truth. Conquering the north had been his goal for years. Why else would he let someone so inexperienced in war guide something this large? Because I wasn't fully running the ship. He was calling the shots through my hands, under the guise of my orders. Clever. Sma

I stood outside the Queen's office in the castle, knocking on the door. From an early age I had imagined myself sitting in the seat across from that door, passing through these halls like they belonged to me, unrestricted, unquestioned. Because of that stupid royal order I couldn't do anything now. I was as good as a dead person. She was the reason I carried the mark of a criminal forever. I hated her. "Come on in!" that stupid bitch said from the other side. I walked in and saw her sitting behind the desk, smiling smugly at me. "Oh, it's you. What are you doing here?" Damn it. My head dipped instinctively, hiding my expression before it betrayed me. Why did this bitch look prettier than before? Control yourself, Seraphine! You can do anything! I'd endured Levi's indifference and his coldness for years. Even when it hurt, I learned to smile. I learned to wait. Every time Levi had shown interest in someone, it had been because they were useful. Once their usefulness ended, so did