All Chapters of Camelot's Secret Heir: Bound to the Lycan King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

-ELARA-(Five Years Later)Rogue City didn't smell like rain and pine like the forests of Camelot. It smelled of wet dog, desperate unwashed bodies, and the metallic tang of blood that never quite scrubbed out of the cobblestones."Hold still, Leo," I murmured, dipping a toothbrush into the tin cup mixture of charcoal dust and walnut oil.Leo sat impatiently on a crate at the corner of our cramped, one room apartment while I painted the thick, black sludge over his hair."I hate this black goop," he scrunched his nose. "It itches.”"I know, baby," I said, brushing a lock of his hair aside. Beneath the artificial black, his roots were glowing a bright, shimmering gold. A mark of his Camelot blood. The mark of the man who wanted us dead. "But we have to be invisible. Remember the game? We are shadows.""Shadows don't have gold hair," Leo recited the rule we lived by."Exactly.".At five years old, Leo was already too smart for his own good. He didn't look like me. He had his father’s sh

-ELERA-"A negotiation," Darius repeated, the word rolling off his tongue with dark amusement. "You are in no position to negotiate, little thief.I could summon a dozen guards to replace the ones you drugged. I could have you skinned and hung from the gates as a warning to the next rogue who thinks my sanctuary is a garden."I swallowed hard, chest burning as my mind panicked for what to say next."You could," I rasped, my voice returning. "But then you’d never know how I brewed a sedative strong enough to drop a Lycan in ten seconds without magic.”Darius tilted his head at me, his grip on my neck slowly easing. His fingers lingered on my pulse point for one terrifying second longer, then he released me.He took a step back, the cold aura of his power retracting just enough to let me gasp for air. I slumped against the stone dais, clutching my throat, heart still slamming against my ribs like a trapped bird but I forced myself to meet his gaze.His hand shot at me, stripped the satch

-ELARA-The heavy oak doors of the Throne Room groaned shut behind me, severing the connection to the chaos inside, the heavy silence of the corridor crashing down on me like a physical weight.Marcus didn't speak, and strode ahead without waiting or looking at me, his silk robes rustling in the bitter wind. I trailed behind him, clutching my empty satchel to my chest. My heart was still hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs as the adrenaline from the throne room began to fade, leaving only the icy terror of what I had just done.I had lied to a room full of apex predators. A council of the most dangerous people in the continent. And had bound my son to a throne built on blood.As we swept down the grand hallway, past alcoves and guard posts, servants flattened themselves against the walls, making way for us and lowering their heads. Well, for Marcus. But I could feel their gazes crawling over me. I heard the sharp intake of breath as they took in my muddy boots leaving tracks on