Alle Kapitel von The Lycan King's Captive: Kapitel 161 – Kapitel 170

Chapter 158: full prophecy Elena pov“What do you mean?”Despite my anger, despite the betrayal still burning in my chest, curiosity won out. She moved to the table, setting down the leather case and opening it with reverent care. Inside lay fragments of parchment, so old they seemed ready to crumble at a touch."The prophecy we have been working from," she said, her voice taking on a formal quality. "It has been incomplete. And because of that, we have been wrong about almost everything."Marcus straightened. "Incomplete how?"The Oracle's fingers hovered over one particular symbol, traced with fading ink. "This word. We translated it as 'twins.' Children born of the same womb at the same time. But the old language is more complex than that. This word means something broader… two lives twinned by fate. Two souls bound by circumstance and raised beneath one house."The implications hit me even through my anger. "It doesn't have to be biological twins.""No," the Oracle confirmed. "I

Chapter 160: Richard's ConfessionElena's POVThe walk to the throne room felt different this time…. colder, more formal, stripped of the warmth I had begun to associate with King Theron's court.We hadn't spoken much since our conversation in the garden three days ago. The ceasefire held, but it was fragile, built on mutual exhaustion rather than trust. "Do you know what this is about?" I asked Kieran as we walked toward the throne room.He shook his head. "Theron's message just said to be present for questioning. Marcus is already there."The guards opened the heavy doors, and we stepped inside. Marcus stood near the dais beside King Theron, his expression grave. Elise was already present too, standing alone near one of the pillars.Then I saw the guards at the far entrance, and my breath caught."Richard," I whispered.Kieran's hand found mine briefly before we took our positions. Richard entered, flanked by guards. He looked older, diminished by confinement, but his spine remain

Chapter 162: I Choose YouElena's POVmy muscles burned, and my lungs felt like it would collapse. But Kieran never stopped…"Again," he said, circling me with that predatory grace that made my pulse quicken for reasons that had nothing to do with combat."I have disarmed you three times already," I protested, though I was already falling back into stance."And you got cocky on the third one. Left your right side exposed." He moved closer, adjusting my grip on the practice blade. His hands lingered on mine, warm and steady. "If I were an enemy, you would be dead.""Good thing you are not my enemy then."His eyes met mine, something heated flickering in their depths. "No. I am definitely not that."The air between us shifted, charged with something that had been building for weeks. Since the garden. Since the questioning. Since every moment we had spent in this den of lies and politics."Show me what I did wrong," I said softly.Kieran stepped behind me, his chest against my back as he

Chapter 164: The Avatar on TrialElena's POVThe opening session of the Continental Gathering was held in the largest pavilion I had ever seen. Hundreds of delegates filled the space, representatives from every major kingdom seated according to rank and territory. Banners hung from the vaulted ceiling, and at the center sat the Continental Council… five elder judges, one from each kingdom. They presided over the competition and ensured the Gathering's laws were upheld.I walked in beside Kieran, acutely aware of every eye that turned toward me. The white strands in my hair made me stand out no matter how I tried to keep a low profile. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, sensing the hostility beneath the smiles and laughter."Steady," Kieran murmured, his hand finding mine briefly before we took our seats where they mapped out for the Southern delegation.King Theron sat to my right, his expression carefully neutral, but I felt the tension radiating from him. Across the pavilion

Chapter 166: Shadows and SecretsElena's POVMy pavilion looked exactly as I had left it… at first glance. The furniture stood in place, my training clothes folded neatly on the chair. But someone who knew what to look for would notice the subtle differences."They were careful," Marcus said, examining the room with professional scrutiny. "Whoever did this knew what they were doing."Kieran moved through the space like a predator tracking prey, his wolf close to the surface. "No forced entry. No signs of struggle and the guards saw nothing.""Magic?" Marcus muttered, his expression darkening.I moved through the space mechanically, checking my belongings. My clothes were undisturbed, my weapons untouched. The documents Marcus had worried about sat exactly where I'd left them. Nothing seemed missing until I reached the small wooden box on my dresser where I kept it.. the pendant.The pendant king Theron had given me… the one with the moonstone pendant that helped stabilize my transforma