All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Hidden Male Omega: MM Romance: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

[King Cillian’s POV]Every breath I took felt like broken glass scraping against the inside of my lungs.The deep, jagged wounds across my chest burned with a hot, sharp ache. My body was incredibly heavy, drained of almost all its blood and energy as my inner wolf fought to heal the massive, torn flesh. But as I lay there against the pillows, staring at the stone ceiling, the physical pain was absolutely nothing compared to the sickening feeling twisting in my stomach.The royal bedchamber was finally quiet.My brother, Lorcan, was already down in the main courtyard. He was carrying out my final judgment on Commander Vance and the traitor Queen. The royal guard had already come and gone, dragging the dead Silver Fang soldiers out into the hallway and scrubbing the worst of the blood from my stone floor.Gaius, the royal healer, had just left the room. The old man had rushed in moments after I woke up. His hands had shaken as he quickly re-stitched my torn chest and carefully checked

[Elian’s POV]I slowly opened my eyes, blinking against the bright, golden sunlight streaming through the tall glass windows of the Warlord’s bedchamber.The heavy feather quilts were impossibly warm, cocooning me in a thick, luxurious layer of safety. I stretched my legs beneath the blankets, relishing the soft slide of the silk sheets against my bare skin. I took a deep, careful breath, and for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, I felt completely rested. My body was light, my healing was complete, and my heart was fluttering with a wild, anticipatory rhythm.Two weeks had passed since the Silver Fang army breached the castle. Today was a big day, my big day. The entire castle had been buzzing with it for a week.I turned my head on the plush pillows. Cillian was sitting in the heavy oak chair right beside the mattress. He was already dressed in his formal dark leather armor, his broad shoulders relaxed, his massive frame perfectly still. His icy blue eyes were fixed entire

For the next three hours, I chopped wood. I didn't talk to anyone. I just swung the axe and split the logs, building a massive pile of firewood in the snow. While I worked, I kept my eyes moving. I watched everything.I counted the guards walking the walls. I noticed they changed shifts every two hours, leaving the east wall blind for about three minutes during the swap. I saw that the iron hinges on the armory door were rusted and could easily be forced open. I memorized the layout of the place I was going to conquer.A few feet away from me, an old man was carrying a stack of split wood toward the kitchens. He slipped on a patch of black ice and fell hard on his back. The wood scattered across the snow."Get up, you lazy old dog!" a guard shouted. He walked over and kicked the old man hard in the ribs.I gripped my axe handle. The wood cracked under my fingers. I wanted to step forward and split the guard’s skull open. But I didn't move. I kept my eyes on the chopping block and swung

[Kaelen’s POV]The boiling water scalded my skin, but I didn't flinch.I stood in a deep wooden tub in the center of the armory washroom, gripping a coarse bristle brush. For the first time in months, I wasn't shivering in a freezing river or scraping silver dust out of my hair with a dirty rag. I dug the rough soap into my skin, watching the water turn a murky, dark gray as the filth of the Warlord’s mines washed away.When I finally stepped onto the cold stone floor, a silent servant handed me a thick linen towel and pointed a shaking finger toward a wooden bench.A fresh set of royal guard armor waited for me. It wasn't the cheap, boiled leather the gate sentries wore. This was heavy, perfectly polished steel plated over thick black leather. I dried off and dragged it on. The familiar weight of the steel plates settled over my chest and shoulders, grounding me. I buckled a heavy iron broadsword to my waist, the leather belt pulling taut. Finally, I slid my feet into black leather b

[Selene’s POV]The silver mine was a tomb made of ice and solid rock, and I hated every single inch of it.There was no day or night down here. There was no sun to tell you when to wake up, and no moon to tell you when to sleep. There was only the endless, maddening sound of heavy iron pickaxes hitting the stone walls. The air was so brutally cold that it felt like swallowing glass every time I took a breath. Water dripped constantly from the jagged ceiling, falling into freezing puddles and turning into slick sheets of black ice on the floor.I gripped the wooden handle of my heavy iron pickaxe, pulled it back over my shoulder, and struck the rock wall with all the fury I had left. Sparks flew in the pitch-black tunnel.My arms were shaking violently, I was shaking with pure, unadulterated rage. I was starving. I was wearing nothing but a thin, filthy linen shift that was completely torn at the knees. The heavy iron cuffs clamped around my wrists had chafed my skin raw weeks ago. Th