Semua Bab The Lycan King’s Hidden Male Omega: MM Romance: Bab 121 - Bab 130

[Selene’s POV]I stared at his outstretched, leather-gloved hand. A thick, dark drop of blood slid off the jagged edge of his hunting knife and hit the black ice between us with a soft tap.I didn't take his hand. I turned away from him, pressing my bare, raw palms against the freezing stone wall of the tunnel. The chill burned right through my skin, but I used the rough rock to brace my weight. My arms shook violently as I forced my legs to push me upward. The heavy iron cuffs clamped around my wrists dragged against the stone, the thick chain rattling loudly in the dead silence of the mine."The Warlord made a decree," I rasped. The air was so brutally cold that my breath plumed in a thick white cloud in front of my face. "When Cillian threw me in this mountain, he made it an absolute Alpha command. No one is allowed to help me. No food, no water, no mercy. If his guards catch a stranger down here breaking his highest law, your head is going to end up on a spike above the capital ga

[Kaelen’s POV]The small, cramped guard’s quarters felt small for my own rising adrenaline.I paced the length of the narrow room. Four steps to the heavy iron-banded door. Turn. Four steps to the frosted glass of the single window. Turn. My heavy leather boots made absolutely no sound against the floorboards. It was a habit burned into my muscles from years of surviving in the frozen mud as a nameless rogue—never make a sound, never leave a trace, never stop moving.But right now, the walls of the Eastern castle were closing in on me.My heart hammered a violent, relentless rhythm against my ribs. My jaw was clenched so tightly that the thick, silvery scars stretching up my neck ached with the tension. King Garrick was marching into the Northern mountains to strike a deal with the devil. He was going to give Selene an army, and she was going to use it to march straight into the capital to rip Elian apart.I stopped pacing and pressed my forehead against the freezing, frost-covered g

[Kaelen’s POV]Morning broke over the Eastern Kingdom with a suffocating, freezing gray haze that pressed heavily against the frost-covered glass of my quarters.I had not slept a single second. I had spent the entire night sitting in the pitch black, my mind spinning like a trapped, rabid wolf chewing off its own leg to escape a steel snare. My muscles were completely locked, my jaw aching violently from how tightly I had kept my teeth clamped together. My inner beast was entirely feral, thrashing against my ribs, demanding that I draw my sword and carve my way through the castle until I Killed the Northern Queen.But I couldn't. The Blood Tether bound my hands completely.A sharp, demanding rap at my wooden door shattered the tense silence of the morning."The Queen summons you," a muffled guard’s voice barked from the corridor. "Immediately."I slowly pushed myself up from the edge of the lumpy cot. I rolled my broad shoulders, the heavy steel plates of my Eastern armor grinding to

[Cillian’s POV]"WHO IS IT?!"The echo of my roar rattled the heavy oak doors of the bedchamber. I leaned over the Elder Seer, my shadow swallowing his frail body completely. My chest heaved with rough, frantic breaths. My claws flexed, scraping harsh lines into the palms of my own hands.The old man did not answer. He was locked in a violent seizure on the marble floor. His spine arched so sharply that his joints popped. A thick line of dark blood spilled from his nose, running past his pale lips and dripping onto the white bandages wrapped around Elian’s chest.The pressure in the room built to a crushing, suffocating weight. My ears popped. The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up. The air tasted heavy, like rusted iron and harsh winter lightning.Suddenly, the glass lanterns mounted on the stone walls exploded.Shards of glass rained down across the thick rugs. The candles snuffed out in a single heartbeat, plunging the room into a deep, heavy gloom lit only by the pale

[Isolde’s POV]The dark plum wine tasted like sour ash on my tongue.I sat in a high-backed velvet chair near the roaring fireplace of my private bedroom. My fingernails tapped a hard, fast rhythm against the stem of my crystal goblet. The fire popped and snapped, throwing tiny orange sparks against the black iron grate. I watched them hit the cold stone hearth and die out, one by one.I hated waiting.It had been nearly an hour since I slipped a small glass vial of nightshade venom into the palm of my newest guard. It was a simple task. Go down to the hidden lower wing, find the rat my husband dragged into this castle, and silence her forever. But to make sure the job was done cleanly, I had also sent my best shadow. A man trained to drop from the ceiling and slit a throat without making a single sound.The heavy wooden door to my bedroom clicked open. The noise was so quiet a normal human would have missed it, but my ears caught the faint scrape of the metal latch.I did not turn ar