Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Became the Obsidian Lycan King’s Obsession : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Serena’s POVThe darkness in the corridor was absolute for only a few heartbeats, but it was long enough for the sound of the blade cutting air to reach me before the body did.I dropped on instinct, one arm curved around the place where the child rested, and felt the shift of movement above me as Gale hit the elder from the side. There was a hard, final sound of impact against stone. A short struggle. Then a wet breath that ended too quickly. When the emergency lamps along the wall flickered back to life in a weak, uneven line, Lord Harrin was on the floor and Gale was rising from him with a blade already being wiped clean against his sleeve.“Mole is finished,” Gale said. His voice was steady, but his eyes moved at once to me and then to Alaric. “Are you hurt.”“No,” I said. The word came out thinner than I wanted. Alaric’s hands were already on my shoulders, checking, the bond flaring with a protective fury that had no room left for the council or the sealed session. The alarms wer

Serena’s POVThe hunt began while I was still being stabilized in the medical chamber.Alaric’s wolf had torn through the first three junctions before the human mind fought its way back to the surface. By the time he returned to the wing in human form, blood on his hands and nothing of Kieran in the passages behind him, the palace was already under full internal search. Every restricted route. Every service stair. Every old map line that had ever been marked doubtful or flooded or sealed. Gale ran the coordination from the inner command post. The outer walls reported Rhett’s force fully withdrawn. The damage had been done. The window had been used. Our daughter was gone.I forced myself upright against the physician’s protest and the residual cost of the premature labor. The bond carried Alaric’s grief like a living wound, raw and barely held in check. When he entered the chamber his eyes went first to the empty space against my chest and then to my face, as if he needed to confirm th

Serena’s POVThe wolf and the man who had been Kieran met in the center of the chamber with a violence that left no room for the old language of councils and ledgers.I held the support beam and kept my feet under me while Gale got the baby further back along the secondary line. Liliana had already pressed herself and her own child into a shallow cut in the wall. The primary team recovered enough to close the exit passage behind Kieran, cutting off the upward slope that led to open ground. The fight itself was too fast and too close for clean intervention. Alaric’s wolf drove Kieran away from the tunnel mouth and toward the wider stone of the chamber floor, where the blade still flashed in short, desperate arcs that found only air and fur and the edge of a rage that had finally been allowed to run.Kieran was good. He had always been good at the quieter skills, and he had not neglected the harder ones. But he had built his design on distance and intermediaries and the belief that he w

Serena’s POVThe seer’s identification of the mark sent the archive into a depth of records most of the household had stopped treating as anything except ceremonial storage.Gale and the senior clerks pulled the oldest copies of the treaty, the Hollowfall genealogies that had survived the border years, and a set of prophetic fragments that had been filed under secondary omen texts and largely ignored by living councils. Alaric and I sat through the readings in the private library while the baby slept in a guarded cradle near the hearth. The language was archaic and the references were layered, but the shape that emerged was consistent. A Hollowfall-Obsidian heir bearing a specific shoulder mark would signal the return of a line of unusually strong Lunas, a blood combination the older negotiators had both feared and recognized. The clause Belinda’s letter described was not a polite courtesy. It was a formal acknowledgment that such a child would carry rights and responsibilities the or

Serena’s POVThe letter was not a threat.Alaric and I stood beside the lamp and read it through twice before either of us spoke. Kieran’s hand remained precise, but the tone had shed the last of the court performance and the last of the tunnel’s desperation. What remained was cleaner and, in its own way, more unsettling.Ask your father-in-law what he sold to keep his pack solvent. The treaties you inherited were not the first ones written over Hollow Fall blood. Grey has been paying a debt that is not only political and not only to the houses you already know. If you intend to hold the line you have awakened, you will need to know where the older payments still run. I am not offering this as penance. I am offering it because a design that large does not end cleanly with one man’s imprisonment, and I have no further use for the silence that protected it.There was no signature flourish. Only his name and the isolation wing date. Alaric set the page down and looked at me.“Grey,” he s