All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Treasured Luna: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

I traced the line of his jaw with my fingertips, my heart swelling. "Always," I replied. "Even if the world turns against us. Even if your crown becomes too heavy. I'll hold it with you. Always." His eyes closed at that, lashes dark against his skin. His breath deepened, and his hand tightened subtly at my waist, and when his eyes opened again, the deep flecks in them seemed heavier. "There's something we need to talk about," he sighed. My heart stilled, the change in his tone was enough to sober me. I pulled back slightly, searching his face. "What is it?" "There will be a meeting soon. With the kings and their Lunas. You and I must be there." I blinked, surprise flaring. "A meeting?" "Yes." He pressed a gentle kiss to my temple. "It's not just another gathering, Narine. This is serious. We need to be prepared." I swallowed, my stomach tightening. "Prepared... for what?" My voice betrayed the mix of curiosity and

Lupercus's voice cut through the room again. "It isn't only hunger that drives them. They believe the Lycans have ruled too long over all creatures. To them, we are not protectors. We are tyrants." I stared at them all, veterans who had seen too much to be startled by the thought of starvation-driven vampires or witches with nothing left to lose. Before I realized it, I was leaning forward, fingers curled against the table's edge. "Maybe that's exactly what we keep missing," I mumbled, surprising even myself with the sound of it. "We reduce them to hunger, violence, and rebellion... but they are more than that. They are families. They are people who once lived, loved, and built just like the rest of us. When despair takes root in someone's heart, when they feel stripped of their voice and dignity, it twists them. It isn't only blood they crave, it's recognition and a place in this world." The silence deepened. I swallowed hard and pressed on.

All this time, when I was stumbling through my shadows, still tethered to memories that tore me apart, and clutching at ghosts I couldn't release, Sargis had been the wall between me and the rot of all this. I replayed it all, the nights when my past still bled into my present, when grief wrapped itself around my throat, and I was torn between holding on and letting go, he was already bracing himself against storms I hadn't even noticed gathering. While I clung to brokenness, he stood as a barrier against the venom creeping at the edges of this kingdom. I hadn't seen it then. Maybe I hadn't wanted to. I had been so consumed with surviving my ruins, trying to stitch myself together piece by broken piece, that I hadn't noticed how many battles he fought silently just so I wouldn't have to. I saw it now with painful clarity, the way he absorbed the weight, carrying the ugliness of politics, whispers of rebellion, and the threat of war all without letting me taste the bitterne

Sargis The room was quiet when Jaramelin's voice finally faded, leaving behind only the echo of truths I hadn't been prepared to hear. The connection severed, and with it the fragile thread of distraction I'd been clinging to was torn clean away. Silence spread like spilled ink, staining every corner of the room. I pressed the heel of my palm against my brow, dragging in a slow breath that cut sharply through my lungs. Every word replayed in my skull, relentlessly tolling like a funeral bell that refused to fade. Aeryna's blood lived in her. That single truth seared through me. The very bloodline Elyndra's collapse had sought to erase. The lineage history itself conspired to bury. The line Lycans... my ancestors once hunted with a kind of rabid desperation, seeking to rid themselves of the matebond curse. My people. The word soured in my chest. Once sworn to protect the innocent and shield the vulnerable, had turn

We took our seats. I was between Mirenya and Sargis. "Nice of you to finally join us," Mirenya whispered. I managed only a small smile in return and turned my focus to the rest of the table. The girls weren't blind, they could sense something was off in the stiff way I held myself and the way I avoided looking anyone in the eye, but none of them dared to bring it up here. No, they would wait, corner me when the hall was emptied and shadows became accomplices. Then they would dig their claws in until the truth bled out. I chose instead to follow the ripple of laughter spilling down the table. It moved like a current, weaving through kings and lunas, leaping across to the girls who had scattered themselves along the sides. The dining hall itself seemed alive, humming with warmth as chandeliers poured golden light across polished wood and glittering silverware. Platters of food, spiced meats, roasted roots, and pastries gleaming with sugar sent u