All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Hidden Male Omega: MM Romance: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

[Cillian’s POV]I did not hesitate. I shoved my hands against the heavy iron handles of the Great Hall doors and threw them open.The massive oak panels slammed against the stone walls with a deafening crash. The sound echoed down the long, sweeping corridors of the Northern stronghold like a crack of thunder."Sound the assembly!" I roared to the two Vanguard guards stationed immediately outside the doors. My voice was a lethal, vibrating command that left absolutely no room for question or delay. "Summon every single soul within these walls. I want the Vanguard, the off-duty mercenaries, the castle staff, and every miner currently residing in the lower districts. Bring them to the courtyard. Right now."Seconds later, the massive Northern war horns blew.The deep, earth-shaking sound vibrated through the floorboards. It was a sound usually reserved for sieges and absolute war. It was the sound that told my people their lives were on the line.I did not wait inside the Great Hall. I

[Elian’s POV]"Do you truly believe you control us?" I asked.I stood on the edge of the stone balcony, looking down at the paralyzed courtyard. I did not raise my voice to command the space. My tone was completely steady. It carried a quiet, lethal authority that cut through the dead silence of the Northern stronghold like a freshly sharpened blade.I looked directly at Selene. She stood perfectly still in the dead center of the Northern army, the polished silver dining knife pressed flush against her own throat. For weeks, that pathetic little weapon had dictated every single move my Alpha made. It had brought an entire continent to a standstill.I shifted my stance, pressing my shoulder firmly against Cillian’s massive arm. I laced my fingers tightly through his.The great Warlord of the Blackwood Legion, the most terrifying predator in the realm, was trembling. The tremor vibrating through his thick fingers was pure, suffocating terror. He stared at the blade resting against Selen

I stood by the open dungeon gates and watched them work. The courtyard was quiet except for the sound of heavy gear clicking together. Men loaded thick ropes, iron spikes, and long wooden torches into their bags. They packed dry, salted meat and heavy leather skins filled with fresh water. Everyone moved fast. The Eastern Princess was standing right outside in the snow. We had a job to do.They checked their heavy leather bags. They tied the ropes tightly. They did not talk much. Northern men do not waste words when there is work to do.I checked my own gear. I pulled my massive, two-handed broadsword from its leather scabbard. The heavy steel caught the gray light of the winter sun. I checked the sharp edge. It was perfect. I slid the weapon back over my shoulder. I checked the heavy iron dagger strapped to my belt.I looked at the front of the line. Gaius the Healer stood by the heavy iron gates. He was an old man, and he looked completely out of place surrounded by heavily armored

[Cillian’s POV]I closed the heavy oak doors of our bedroom.The heavy metal latch clicked into place. That single, quiet sound felt like a massive wall dropping between us and the rest of the world. I stood by the door for a long moment. I let out a slow, deep breath.The castle was finally quiet. The constant, suffocating dread that had been crushing my lungs for weeks was completely gone. Princess Selene was no longer standing in my halls, smiling that wicked, arrogant smile. She was locked away in a cold iron cage deep in the Blackwood dungeons. She was a prisoner, waiting for her execution.I turned around and looked at Elian.He walked slowly across the thick rugs and sat down on the edge of our massive bed. He looked physically exhausted. The intense adrenaline from the courtyard was finally leaving his body. His shoulders slumped forward slightly, and he rested his hands in his lap. But his amber eyes were perfectly calm. There was no fear in him.I watched him, and a wave of

[Kaelen’s POV]My thick iron dagger was the only thing standing between us and a brutal death.I knelt on the cold dirt floor of the narrow ventilation shaft. My left hand was locked in a vice grip on the young scholar's shirt, keeping him completely frozen. Directly above our heads, the massive, spiked iron block hung in the dark shadows, held up by rusted chains. The flat stone pressure plate was right under the boy’s heavy boot."Do not move a single muscle," I commanded. My voice was a low, steady rumble in the tight space.I let go of his shirt. I grabbed the heavy iron dagger from my belt. I leaned forward, moving incredibly slowly. I slid the thick metal blade directly into the tiny gap between the pressure plate and the solid stone floor.I pushed down with all my strength. My arm muscles tightened and burned. The iron blade scraped harshly against the rock. I forced it deeper into the mechanism, wedging it tightly under the flat stone."Slide your foot back," I told the boy,