All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Hidden Male Omega: MM Romance: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

[Elian’s POV]I lay perfectly still on the massive feather mattress.I took a slow, deep breath. I let the cool Northern air fill my lungs completely. The agonizing, crushing weight on my chest was gone. The fatal magic that had kept me suffocating for days had finally lifted, leaving me exhausted but breathing normally. The deep, dull ache remained buried in my ribs, but the immediate threat of death had passed.For the first time in weeks, I felt a moment of true peace."You are staring a hole right through that wooden ceiling, child," a warm, familiar voice said.I turned my head against the soft pillows. Martha sat in a wooden chair pulled directly up to the edge of my bed. The old kitchen cook held a steaming clay mug of chicken broth in her wrinkled hands. She looked completely exhausted. Deep, dark circles hung under her eyes, and her gray hair was messy, but a gentle, relieved smile touched her lips.I tried to return the smile. The muscles in my face felt incredibly weak."I

[Kaelen’s POV]The stairs felt longer than they actually were. I held the heavy iron chain tight in my hand. At the other end of that chain was King Garrick. He was stumbling, crying, and begging with every single step we took up the dark spiral staircase. I did not care. I pulled harder, letting the cold metal bite deep into his wrists. He deserved every bit of pain he was feeling right now.For years, I had dreamed about this exact moment. I spent my entire life as an outcast. I was the forgotten heir, the rogue Alpha thrown out into the wild because my blood was a threat to this coward. I remembered the day my family was killed, and what my mother did first thing when she knew something was wrong was to hide me. I watched my parents die; I was such a coward to fight for them. I was just a boy. I spent cold nights sleeping in the dirt. I fought for every meal I ever ate. I survived out of pure stubbornness and a burning need for revenge. I wanted to see Garrick fall. I wanted to dra

I stood in front of the tall silver mirror in the Warlord’s bedchamber, staring quietly at my own reflection.It had been nearly 5 days since the invisible hand tried to crush my windpipe. The massive, terrifying bruises that had bloomed across my throat were finally fading. The dark, angry purple and black marks had slowly turned into a dull, sickly yellow that wrapped around my collarbones. It still hurt slightly when I swallowed heavy food, but the sharp, agonizing pain was gone.I reached up and buttoned the high collar of my thick wool tunic, hiding the fading yellow bruises from sight. I was not wearing the thin, dirty rags of a scullery slave anymore. I was dressed in heavy, warm Northern clothing. I wore a thick black sweater, sturdy trousers, and leather boots lined with soft fur. My hair was clean. My face was no longer hollow and starved. I was finally gaining my weight back.The heavy oak door creaked open behind me."I knew I would find you standing out of bed," Martha sa

[Cillian’s POV]"Find it."My voice echoed sharply off the high stone walls of the Great Hall. It was not a request. It was an absolute, unbreakable command.I stood at the head of the massive, carved wooden table. The surface was completely buried under hundreds of ancient medical texts, crumbling scrolls, and heavy leather-bound books. Every single healer, scholar, and archivist in the Northern stronghold stood around the table. They looked exhausted. They looked terrified. But I did not care about their comfort."There are over ten thousand texts in this castle," I stated, slamming my fist down onto a stack of parchments. The loud crack made half the scholars in the room flinch. "Tear every single page out of the bindings if you have to. Read every word. You will find the counter-curse, and you will find it immediately."The Great Hall fell into a suffocating silence. No one dared to meet my glowing golden eyes.My inner wolf was completely feral. It threw itself violently against m

Elian P.O.VMy legs moved before I could even think about what I was about to do.I did not register the dull, lingering ache in my chest, or the sharp, stinging pain of the dark bruises wrapping entirely around my neck. The only thing burning in my mind was the memory of Cillian flinching violently away from me in the freezing courtyard. I could still see his golden eyes, wide with pure, unadulterated terror as he took a massive, panicked step backward, his boots making a loud sound against the cobblestones. I could still hear the absolute heartbreak in his voice when he threw his hands up to block me and begged me not to touch him because he believed he had failed me.He thought he had broken me. He thought the phantom chokehold he accidentally inflicted on me had turned him into a monster in my eyes. And because of that crushing guilt, the most lethal, powerful Warlord on the continent was currently letting our worst enemy dictate the terms of her own captivity.That single memory