All Chapters of Sold After Rejection to the Ruthless Lycan King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kael POVI have faced armies without flinching.I have stood before execution blocks, before traitors begging for mercy, before councils that wanted my crown more than my obedience.None of that unsettled me.The mark did.It burned beneath my skin even though it was not on me.That alone told me how dangerous it was.I dismissed the court early.Too many eyes. Too many questions I had no intention of answering.The great doors sealed shut behind me with a final echo that rang through the hall, and silence rushed in, heavy, sharp, unforgiving. I stood alone at the center of the chamber, boots planted on stone carved by kings whose names had been erased by time.And still, my thoughts were not my own.Elara Moonfall.The bond tugged again—slow, deliberate, like a blade pressed gently against my throat.I curled my fingers at my side.No.The word was not spoken aloud, but it landed with force.The bond did not retreat. It never did.I turned away from the throne and strode down the cor

Elara POV Power does not announce itself. It slips in quietly, the way fear does, uninvited, unnoticed, until it is already inside you.I did not wake that morning expecting anything to change.The night had been restless but mercifully empty. No silver fire. No ancient voices. Just a dull awareness beneath my skin, like something listening while pretending to sleep.The mark on my wrist was cool again. Calm. Almost innocent.That should have been my first warning.I dressed simply and left my chambers before the court fully stirred. I needed space. Air. Somewhere, the whispers could not follow so closely. Somewhere, I could remember what it felt like to exist without being watched.The inner garden was empty at that hour.Pale morning light filtered through high stone arches, touching frost-tipped leaves and silver fountains. Water murmured, steady and soothing. This place had always been neutral ground, warded by the Moon itself, designed to calm alphas and steady omegas when emoti

Kael POVThe summons arrived before dawn.Not by messenger.Not by seal.By silence.I felt it the moment I opened my eyes, the subtle pressure in the air, the way the palace wards adjusted themselves without my command. The Moon Council never announced itself loudly.It preferred inevitability.I rose from the bed already prepared for war.The chamber was dark, the city beyond the windows still asleep. For a moment, I stood still and listened, not with my ears, but with instinct. The world was balanced too carefully, like a blade resting on its edge.Everything was too calm. That was how the Council worked.They didn’t rush.They didn’t threaten.They waited until the ground beneath you shifted, then asked you to step forward.A soft knock came at the door.“Enter.”Maelis stepped inside, her expression tight, her movements precise. She did not waste time with formality.“They’ve called for you,” she said.I nodded once. “Where?”“The upper council chamber.”Of course.Neutral ground

Kael POVThe Moon did not forgive easily. I felt its backlash the instant the silver fire ripped through the council chamber, an invisible weight slamming into my chest, ancient and furious. Power surged wild and uncontained, scraping against the wards like claws dragged over bone.“Elara!”She was on her knees at the center of the fracture.Silver light lashed around her like a living storm, violent and beautiful, as if the Moon itself had chosen her body as a battlefield. The Council scattered in panic, robes flaring, voices breaking. Stone cracked beneath their feet. Sigils screamed as they failed. The chamber that had never bowed to any king was tearing itself apart.And Elara was still.Too still.I moved.There was no strategy. No calculation. No careful weighing of cost.I stepped between Elara and the Moon.The pressure hit me like a wall.My knees bent. My teeth ground together as the Moon pressed down with the authority of ages, demanding obedience, demanding balance, demand

Lyra POVPower never announces itself. It does not arrive with raised voices or shattered stone. It does not demand attention.Power arrives quietly, like a thought you didn’t realize was already yours.I learned that long before Elara stepped into the Council chamber and fractured a ritual older than memory. Long before the Moon screamed. Long before the court tasted fear and mistook it for awakening.True power does not roar. It whispers. And it waits.The first omega arrived at dawn.She knelt where I told her to kneel, head bowed, hands folded neatly in her lap. Her breathing was shallow, controlled, as if she had practiced stillness long before today. Her name was Selene.I knew everything about her already.Her pack’s debts. The brother she hid in the southern provinces. The way she flinched when Alphas raised their voices. The quiet terror she carried like a second skin.She believed she had been summoned for mercy.That belief was useful.“You may rise,” I said.She hesitated