All Chapters of Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Theron “That’s what makes her need more attention. You feel at ease around her.” Even I do. At least Grimm does. “And that lowers your guard. Until we understand what Zephyra is, she cannot walk around the palace without keeping a close eye on her.” “I understand your reasoning,” Khaisha says. “And I’m not saying your decision is wrong. I just…” She hesitates again. “She doesn’t look like the type of person who would harm anyone.” “Not willingly,” I reply. “That’s the problem. If Kalb is right, anything could happen. Hybrids are dangerous even when they don’t mean to be. If Zephyra really growled at Kalb, then her beast is there, somewhere closer than she realizes.” “If she has a beast, then why didn’t it show sooner?” Khaisha asks. It’s the same question circling my thoughts. None of this makes sense. But I’m not letting her go. She’s now my responsibility which means I have to uncover the truth, whether I like it or not. “Get every piece of information you can from her,” I t

I don’t like the direction this is going. I don’t want to believe her. “If my body had been tampered with,” I shake my head, “I would know.” “You don’t even know how your real mother died,” she continues, her voice edged with worry. “And you struggled to remember your last name when the healer asked you.” She hesitates before going on. “I don’t mean to sound inquisitive or disrespectful since I serve you, but if someone tampered with you, I’m not sure you would remember it.” That… makes sense and that’s what terrifies me the most. I shove the thought aside immediately. My family betrayed me in many ways, but I don’t want to believe they went as far as harming my body. Funny, I would think that when Eryc tried to give my stepsister my kidney. Still… Could there be something I’m missing? Healer Kalb said I have a beast, but I don’t feel it. I told myself there must have been a mistake during her examination, something misread or misunderstood, but what if there wasn’t? What

So do I. But I don’t say it. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I’m still learning how to exist around her, still cautious about what I reveal. My gaze travels all the way up again. “This place feels… magical,” I say instead. Tall windows of red-painted glass stand between each statue, filtering the light and casting deep crimson hues across the hall. It makes the space feel ancient and sacred, unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Khaisha moves forward. “It is. This place holds magic. That is why you feel it.” I follow her, glancing around again. “It contains magic?” I’ve heard stories, mini talks about Lycans and magic, but I always thought they were myths or exaggerations. Looking around now, I’m not so sure. They really must be the goddess’s favorite creations. I do wonder, why wolves were never given anything like this. “Yes,” she says, glancing back at me with a quick grin. “Magic was embedded here back in the year 510, when Lycans were first created. We had a solid relat

Zephyra “Don’t look at me as the gamma of Eboncrest,” she says gently. “See me as something more. Imagine I’m your Lardin and you’re gossiping with her. I promise I won’t tell him anything.” She winks. All I do is stare at her. It feels like she read my thoughts straight out of my head. Like she knew exactly why I’d been holding back, afraid that anything I said about the king would somehow find its way back to him. I sigh and lift a hand to my face, my fingers grazing my cheek as heat creeps up my neck. “He terrifies me,” I admit. The words come easily, but they don’t tell the whole truth. Not even close. Because fear isn’t all I feel. The time I’ve spent with him, I’ve been afraid, I still am. But when he touches me, that fear breaks apart into something else. Something weaker. Something that doesn’t obey me. I don’t understand what power he holds over me, only that sometimes it feels like my body responds to him without my consent. He makes me feel things I never ask for. I

Theron “Show your respect to the moon goddess,” the head priest of Eboncrest, Priest Jeff, says. He has said these words to kings before me, and if the elders have their way, he will say them to kings long after I am gone. I lower myself to my knees before him, while the elders stand in a wide circle around us, acting as witnesses to this ceremony, pretending they have power over me at this moment. Security has been tightened across the grounds. Lycans are settling into their assigned tents exactly as planned. Everything is in order. It should mean peace but I don’t feel it. Something sits wrong in my chest, a low, restless pressure that refuses to fade out. Grimm feels it too. He prowls uneasily inside me, snarling low. He only acts like this when something important is out of place. Anxiety isn’t something I know well. I don’t indulge it. I don’t feel it without reason. There is no threat I can sense, no danger reported, but the feeling persists anyway, like something w