All Chapters of I Became the Obsidian Lycan King’s Obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Serena’s POVThe silence in the courtyard was heavy, thick enough to choke on. My father looked as if he might faint. His eyes darted frantically between the Lycan King and me. His face was a mask of pure terror. Alaric remained perfectly still. His eyes scanned me with a cold detached indifference that made my skin prickle."Grey," Alaric said. His voice was deep and smooth like a stone rolling over gravel. He did not take his eyes off me. "I was not aware that your servants were permitted to stand in the driveway during a royal inspection. Have your help cleared away at once."I felt a surge of hot bitter anger. I stepped forward. My boots crunched loudly on the gravel. "I am not a servant," I said. My voice was sharp and clear, cutting through the tense air of the courtyard.Alaric finally shifted his gaze slightly. One dark eyebrow arched in surprise. "No?" he asked. His tone was mocking. "Then you must be the most daring housemaid in the history of Hollow Fall to interrupt a King

Serena’s POVThe great hall buzzed with tension as the morning session of the inspection continued. I stood near the back with Penelope trying to remain invisible while Alaric questioned my father about tribute records. Every word Grey spoke felt like a lie wrapped in silk. I kept my head high but my heart raced. The pages from the ledger burned in my pocket like a promise of justice.Suddenly the main doors burst open. Heavy footsteps echoed across the stone floor. I turned and my blood ran cold.Caden strode in like he owned the hall. Liliana walked beside him one hand resting dramatically on her rounded belly. She looked every bit the fragile expecting mate glowing with false innocence. Caden’s eyes scanned the room until they locked onto me. A cruel smirk spread across his face."What is the meaning of this?" my father demanded though his voice wavered. "This is a private royal inspection."Caden ignored him completely. He bowed slightly toward Alaric. "My King I apologize for th

Serena’s POVI stared at the heavy oak desk until the sun began to peek through the curtains. The lock was still closed. It looked cold and mean. I had no key. I had no magic. All I had was a desperate need to save my sister.Penelope sat on the floor, hugging her knees. She looked so small in the big, dark room. "Serena, the wedding is only one week away," she whispered. Her voice was thin and shaky. "What if we never open it? What if he marries me off before we find the truth?"I knelt down and pulled her into a tight hug. "We will find a way, Pen. I promise. I will not let you be a pawn for his gambling debts. I have already been a pawn. I am finished with that life.""I am so scared," she cried, hiding her face in my shoulder. "He is my father, but he feels like a stranger. He looks at me and only sees a price tag. I don't want to leave you.""You won't," I said, rubbing her back. "We are in this together. No matter what happens, we stay together. I will find that key. I will tak

Serena’s POVThe high tower was a cold, stone cage. The air smelled of wet moss and old secrets. My father had thrown us inside with a brutality that left my skin bruised, then locked the massive iron door. I sat on the floor, my back against the wall, listening to the wind howl outside. My head throbbed. I had lost the papers, and Gale was gone. Everything we had fought for was unraveling in the dark.Penelope was pacing the small room like a trapped animal. "He’s going to kill us, Serena. He doesn't care anymore. The King is here, and he knows we saw the truth.""He won't kill us yet," I said, my voice hoarse. "He needs the marriage to happen first. He needs his debt cleared. We are his leverage, Pen. As long as he needs that payoff, we are alive."The heavy door groaned on its hinges, and a sliver of torchlight cut through the gloom. My father stepped into the room. He didn't look like an Alpha now; he looked like a tired, bitter man who had run out of lies. He didn't say a word

Serena’s POVThe heavy iron door of the high tower groaned, pulling me from a cold sleep. I sat up quickly, my heart hammering against my ribs. The stone floor was freezing, biting through my thin clothes. Penelope shifted beside me in the dark, her eyes fluttering open in raw panic."Who is there?" I called out, my voice echoing in the small room. I moved in front of my sister, shielding her with my body.A hooded figure slipped through the narrow gap before the heavy door clicked shut. The noise cut off the harsh draft. The figure lowered his dark hood, revealing the pale face of Arthur, the pack historian. He held a flickering candle in one hand and a thick book tucked tightly under his other arm."Arthur?" I whispered, scrambling to my feet. I rubbed my arms to ward off the chill. "How did you get past the guards? If my father catches you here, he will kill you.""The guards are distracted," Arthur replied, his voice a breathless, frightened rasp. He placed the candle on a smal