All Chapters of I Became the Obsidian Lycan King’s Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

**Serena’s POV**He stepped into the room without invitation, his presence sucking the air from the space like a void. He didn't look at Penelope or Gale; his cold, calculating eyes fixed solely on me, as if the rest of us were mere shadows unworthy of notice. The advisor’s dark, tailored robes whispered against the stone floor with every measured step, the Obsidian crest embroidered on his chest gleaming ominously in the torchlight."The King has been made aware of the situation," the advisor stated, his voice completely devoid of emotion, flat as the edge of a blade. "He is aware of the debt. He is aware of the attempt to hide the collateral. And he is aware of the pathetic, desperate state of this pack."He held up the leather-bound folder like a weapon, the embossed crest catching the flickering light. "I have the Obsidian half of the treaty here. The signatures are authentic. The blood-pact is verified. There is no escape from this covenant, girl. Not for your father. Not for you

Serena’s POVThe great hall felt colder than the tower ever had, even with the massive fire roaring in the hearth. I stood near the tall windows, the black envelope from the King’s advisor still clutched in my hands like a death warrant. The note inside burned in my memory: *The debt is due. Do not be late.* My heart hadn’t stopped racing since the advisor’s departure, and every creak of the ancient floorboards made me tense, expecting Alaric or his men to appear at any moment.Penelope had finally fallen into an exhausted sleep in the corner chaise after Gale carried her there. Gale himself leaned against the wall, his injured arm freshly bandaged, watching me with that familiar mix of worry and stubborn loyalty.“You don’t have to do this alone,” he said quietly, his voice rough from pain and lack of sleep. “We can still find a way out. The eastern border patrols are thin at dawn. If we move fast—”“No,” I cut him off gently but firmly, turning to face him. “Running would only make

Serena’s POVDawn broke over the estate like a reluctant witness to the chaos unfolding within its walls. I hadn’t slept after the theft. How could I? The treaty fragment—the one tangible piece of leverage I possessed—had been ripped from beneath my pillow by unseen hands in the dead of night. Every shadow in the tower seemed to mock me now, every creak of the old wood a reminder that I was never truly safe.Gale had insisted on searching the grounds immediately, despite his injured arm. He moved with determined purpose, his eyes scanning the dew-covered grass beneath the window where the intruder had escaped. Penelope stayed close to me, her small hand gripping mine as we followed him at a distance. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine from the surrounding forests, but it did little to ease the knot of dread twisting in my stomach.“Here,” Gale called out suddenly, crouching near a cluster of bushes a short distance from the tower wall. He picked up a scrap of dark fab

Serena’s POVThe forest road stretched endlessly before us, a narrow path carved through ancient trees that seemed to close in like watchful sentinels. I rode beside Alaric at the front of the small convoy, the steady rhythm of the horses’ hooves the only sound breaking the tense silence that had settled over us since dawn. My body ached from the unfamiliar saddle and the long hours of riding, but I refused to complain. Showing weakness in front of the Obsidian King was not an option.Alaric sat tall in his saddle, his dark cloak billowing slightly in the breeze. He hadn’t spoken much since we left the estate, his eyes constantly scanning the treeline for threats. The small group of elite guards he had brought rode a respectful distance behind us, giving us a fragile illusion of privacy.“You ride well,” Alaric said suddenly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. It was the first real attempt at conversation since we had departed. “Most highborn ladies I’ve met sit in carriages an

Serena’s POVThe forest camp we made that evening was tense and watchful. The trees pressed close around our small clearing, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching toward the darkening sky. We had pushed the horses hard after the ambush, putting as much distance as possible between us and the site of the attack. Alaric’s guards set up a tight perimeter, while Gale and I helped tend to the wounded. My arm still throbbed from the shallow cut I had received, but it was nothing compared to the storm of questions raging in my mind.The captured attacker sat bound to a tree at the edge of camp, his head lolling slightly from blood loss and exhaustion. Alaric had ordered him kept alive for questioning. The King himself paced nearby, his tall frame casting long shadows in the firelight. He had removed his cloak, revealing the hard lines of muscle beneath his tunic—evidence of a life spent in battle rather than just on a throne.“We interrogate him now,” Alaric said, his voice low and c