Mated To The Lycan King Who Can’t Let Go의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

“Holy shit, master! Levi’s going to kill his dad!” Kyle shouted dragging me away from going over plans with Evan. The burn victim? My stomach twisted. We pushed past gawking soldiers and onlookers just in time to see Levi shove Rowan hard enough to make him stumble back. “You’re lucky the healers got to you in time! Just get the fuck back to Blackfoot and stay there!” Levi roared, eyes like knives. Rowan’s gaze snapped wild. “You’re so ungrateful after I’ve raised you so well!” “I don’t have shit to credit you for!” Levi barked. “I warned you what would happen if you kept playing games with my authority!” “With my total bloodline, if something happens at the border—” “I’ll handle it! Clearly leaving it to you and mom was a huge mistake!” Levi shoved him harder this time, chest heaving. Oh damn. A public fallout like this won’t easily be forgotten. Rowan’s laugh came out jagged, unhinged. “Compared to eyesores like you, it would be better under someone else’s control! I keep

“We’ve been expecting you!” The Duke of Cambridge hurried into the drawing room with his wife at his heels, both of them glowing like they’d just secured a winning lottery ticket. “Thank you for coming all this way. We received your letter last night and I’ve already gotten all my territories to put their arms down against Blackfoot.” Is that why we were allowed to just walk in here? The guards outside hadn’t even bothered to search us. That much in itself was very strange. Levi inhaled to speak, already prepared to offer something diplomatic. I placed my hand lightly on his wrist. He stopped. “All the villages and major city province leaders are banding together in support of joining Blackfoot,” his wife continued brightly. “It’s sure to—” “Can you drop the fluff?” I asked. She flushed a blotchy pink. “We don’t have any ships that can travel long distance yet. If you could include this region in infrastructure plans we can build a very dedicated port for big ships and have an

Levi somehow did it. But of course he did. He was the most competent guy I know. Merino had fallen by nightfall. The smoke had thinned, the screaming had dulled to exhausted sobbing and then—somehow—celebration. The freed slaves filled the streets, grieving and cheering in the same breath. The death toll was high. Higher than I would’ve liked. But Levi did what he had to do. The new Duke and Duchess—our convenient replacements—publicly promised to “get a better grip on the people.” I almost laughed when they said it. They didn’t have a grip on their own real names. What mattered though was this : the victory got attention. So much attention that Levi’s father couldn’t resist dipping his hand back into the pot. He sent one of his old advisors. “Northern Soldiers were killed. This could lead to a way bloodier conflict,” the old advisor droned. “We must acknowledge the crime and offer some kind of compensation as demanded. We must avoid things escalating to the point of no return.

I scaled a supply cart and sprinted toward the camp where the princes were standing, muscles coiled and adrenaline screaming through me. Two guards, too slow and too cocky, tried to get in my way. I cracked one in the throat with a fist that rattled his whole body, and the other went down hard when I kicked him square in the balls. They collapsed like puppets, groaning on the dirt. Prince Adiel looked shocked, eyes wide and pink at the edges. Rolland, fierce in posture but shaking like a leaf, practically quivered beside him. Up close, both of them looked pathetic—like they’d never thrown a punch in their lives. Even Dennis would’ve made braver faces than these two right now. “You…” Adiel gasped. “Yeah. It’s me,” I said flatly, catching my breath, letting the knife in my hand gleam. I leveled it at them. “Can’t we end this more amicably?” “How dare you? Do you really think some half-breed bitch can defeat the northern prince?!” Rolland snapped, his voice sharp but trembling. “Fuc

Levi woke with a loud, startled gasp. My heart practically stopped—but fuck, he was alive. He was breathing heavily, fingers brushing at the back of his neck as if testing for pain, then he saw me. “Baby? Are you alright?” he asked, trembling slightly. I felt my eyes burn uncontrollably and laughed through it, ridiculous and hysterical. Relief made my chest ache. “Fuck, I really thought you were dead,” I whispered, letting the tears fall as I buried my face in his chest. “You doing that wasn’t part of the plans, you fucking idiot!” Levi tightened his arms around me, solid, grounding. “I’m sorry.” Shit. “Don’t fucking apologize, you asshole! I don’t want to hear it!” “I really… really missed you,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Fuck. “Tell me what happened.” I sighed, letting the story out in a low, steady rhythm. After Levi had put the knife to his own neck, Rolland had lost all leverage. The bastard had tried to run again, but I was faster. I caught him, and put my ow