Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Became the Obsidian Lycan King’s Obsession : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Serena’s POVThe medical wing grew quieter after the first full day of enforced rest. The tests had been repeated and confirmed. The physician’s restrictions remained in place, but the panic that had followed the faint on the dais had settled into a watchful routine. Guards rotated at the outer doors. Reports arrived in measured intervals. Alaric spent as many hours in the chamber as the running of the palace allowed, and when he could not stay he left the bond open between us like a second presence in the room.On the second evening he came in after the last of the council summaries and dismissed the remaining attendant with a short look. The door closed. The lamps had been turned low. I was sitting upright against the pillows, the heavy formal gown long since replaced by something simpler, the residual dizziness gone enough that the world no longer tilted when I turned my head.He sat on the edge of the bed without ceremony. For a time neither of us spoke. The bond carried the stead

Kieran's ChildSerena’s POVThe receiving room held the weight of Belinda’s claim for a long moment after the last word settled.Alaric did not move. Gale remained at the door with his hand resting near the hilt of his blade. I stayed where I was, the physician’s restrictions still limiting how quickly I could rise, and watched Belinda’s face for any crack that would turn the testimony into another performance. There was none. The isolation that had driven her back to our gates sat plainly in her eyes, and with it a kind of exhausted precision that left little room for invention.“You are certain,” Alaric said.“I was close enough to see their faces under the lantern light,” Belinda answered. “I was not close enough to hear every word, but I was close enough to see that neither of them was surprised to find the other there. This was not a first meeting forced by crisis. They moved like people who had done this before. He gave instructions. She listened and answered. When one of the ou

Serena’s POVAlaric left the receiving room without another word.The bond between us carried the same eerie quiet that had settled over him when the full span of the conspiracy became clear. No spike of rage. No flood of plans. Only that flat, absolute stillness that worried me more than any open fury. He gave short orders to Gale about Belinda’s continued watch and the preparation of the morning council materials, then walked out toward the private royal wing with a pace that invited no company.I followed anyway.The physician’s restrictions still limited how quickly I could move, but I matched his route through the quieter corridors, past the guards who stepped aside at the look on his face, and into the study that had held so many of the pieces we had spent weeks assembling. He did not turn when the door closed behind me. He stood at the same window he always used when the weight of the throne became something he preferred to face without an audience.“You should rest,” he said.

Serena’s POVThe physician arrived while the pain was still a thin echo rather than an active threat.He examined me with the same thorough calm he had used after the faint on the dais, asking precise questions about the sharpness, the duration, and the exact location. Alaric remained at the side of the bed and did not release my hand. The bond carried his fear in a steady, controlled pressure that made the quiet of the chamber feel smaller than it was.When the physician finished he sat back and gave a short nod. “There is no active bleeding. No fever. No sign of the kind of progressive distress that marked the high risk reports from the holding. What you felt was real, but the examination points to a transient spasm rather than the beginning of labor. Early pregnancies can produce sudden, sharp pains that resolve without damage. You will rest for the remainder of the night. You will be checked again at first light. If the pain returns with greater strength or with any bleeding, you

Serena’s POVThe locations for the regrouped force arrived before the light left the study windows.Gale set the marked map on the table with the exchange house notes beside it. Three confirmed camps on the eastern fringe, each small enough to move without drawing the attention of a full border garrison, each tied to the same intermediary funding that had paid for Liliana’s routes and the midwife’s silence. The largest sat in a broken highland cut that the old maps still labeled as abandoned after the border conflicts.“There is more,” Gale said. “One of Belinda’s remaining contacts reached a courier who had been carrying messages between the highland camp and a secondary drop closer to the capital. The courier was willing to talk in exchange for a clean exit from the list of prices still attached to the old pack. He carried a verbal report from the camp’s commander meant for the next scheduled contact. He never completed the delivery.”Alaric’s attention sharpened. “Rhett’s words.”“