Semua Bab Mated To The Lycan King Who Can’t Let Go: Bab 51 - Bab 60

I woke up because something hit my face. A cold something. Raindrop. Then another. Hold on. WHY THE FUCK IS IT RAINING IN THE BEDROOM?! I jolted upright. Sheets were soaked. Hair dripping. Ceiling was crying. Remus, however, was bone dry—because Levi, half-asleep, was holding an umbrella over himself and the baby. "Oh shit!" Levi jerked awake instantly. "You're awake!" "Bro can she make it stop raining?!" Evan yelled from somewhere outside. "It's sunny outside! There's actually THUNDER in the attic!" Levi turned to me in full crisis-husband mode. "Nyx, can you stop it?" I glanced at Remus. Rain stopped. Immediately. ...Good to know the baby doubles as a magic off-switch. I should put that on a sticky note. The Beta's house, however...WAS FLOODED TO HELL. The walls looked like they were melting. Furniture soaked. Water pooling everywhere. One table even grew mushrooms. The mattress squelched under me. A painting slid down the wall with a pathetic splat. "Whoops," I said

"Calm down," Evan hissed under his breath. I wasn't calming down. Not today. Not ever. "I don't understand why I can't just kill him, Evan. He's not on our side," I growled. Kyle. The traitor. The idiot. The guy who dared breathe the same air as my wife and then called her a goddess. It was true—she is one. But he's not allowed to say it! He hasn't earned that privilege like I have. Why did we even drag this guy along? Revenge? Politics? Or was this all just another cosmic punishment to test my sanity? Then it hit me—oh right, my mission. Rubbing our perfect newborn family in Dante's face. And also making sure Nyx stayed so attached to me she'd never even dream of leaving. Evan nudged me again. "Nyx already handled it. Drop it." "She handled it," I muttered, "and he's still looking at her like he didn't just attempt to play her. He's lucky I haven't shoved his head into the dirt yet." "He can't even move, Levi," Evan reminded me. "I'm sure she scared him in compliance." "H

"Explain." The word rushed out of me before anyone even breathed, and I scanned Levi's face instantly—looking for jealousy or pettiness, or some kind of possessive rage. None. Just seriousness. Evan burst out, "This is a flower that grows deep in the forests of the northern continent! Constant exposure to the scent causes hallucinations—kills a person slowly through madness!" He grabbed the entire basket and hurled it outside the tent. "It's called a Lotus Bud." So that's why Kyle didn't recognize it! Levi picked up a single blossom with a cloth, examining the slick, wet petal. "It's potent. We saw nobles use these on political rivals during the third expedition. They'd perfume the room with it, wait a month, and their target would lose their mind and die." His jaw clenched. "Who gave this to you specifically?" "The soldiers," I said calmly. "Burn all the flowers," Levi snapped, voice going feral. The loyalist movement must've been thrilled. Imagining me losing my mind by week

The stone pillar called to me. I stepped forward before I even thought about it. Remus shifted on my back, but stayed asleep—blissfully unaware. Kyle hovered behind me, tense. I reached out. The moment my palm touched the ancient rock, the world exploded in a flash so blinding it felt like it carved straight through my skull. Heat shot up my arm and into my bloodstream until every vein felt like it was on fire. And then— The screaming began. Not just in my ears. In my bones. *** I was no longer in the ruins. I was standing in a memory that didn't belong to me. Witches—elders, mothers, children—were running beneath a moonlit sky. Then Red Fang soldiers broke through the treeline, their armor drenched in dried blood. I watched a group of witches being shoved into a small wooden house. I watched Red Fang soldiers lock the doors. I watched them set it on fire. The screams clawed up through the smoke—raw, animal, agonized. People tried breaking the windows, burning their hand

"Well, it seems everyone's here now," I said as I settled into the stiff wooden chair at the council table. Levi sat beside me, already radiating hostility. Evan and Kyle were outside with Remus. Now for the real entertainment. "Elder Groban," I said, folding my hands neatly, "you must be suffering terribly since losing your child. My condolences." The old man's voice cracked as he exhaled. "Yes... your highness." He looked like someone had wrung him out like a rag—hollow eyes, trembling hands. Grief makes people easy puppets. The loyalists probably didn't even need to recruit him—they just nudged his rage in the right direction. "Then let's begin the meeting," Levi said, posture stiff, tone commanding. "The problem started with the location of the alpha's home and the expansion of it. Not to mention there was an orphanage nearby." "I agree!" one elder snapped. "Noble life was lost for the sake of some orphans—" "We're well aware of how you feel. Refrain from changing the topic,