All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Hidden Male Omega: MM Romance: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

{Elian P.O.V}We walked out of the stairwell and stepped onto the main floor of the castle.The heavy stone corridors were completely quiet. It was the middle of the night, and most of the guards were outside securing the gates. Kaelen stopped walking when we reached the intersection that led to the guest wing. He turned to face us. He looked terrible. His shirt was ripped, his skin was covered in thick dirt, and a long cut on his arm was still bleeding slowly."I am going to find water," Kaelen said. His rough voice sounded completely exhausted. He leaned heavily against the stone wall. "I need to wash this dirt off. Then I am going to sleep for two days."I stopped. I let go of Cillian's hand.I did not wait for the Warlord to speak. I walked right up to the massive rogue Alpha. I did not hesitate for a single second. I reached out and wrapped my arms tightly around his broad, dirt-covered waist, hugging him hard.Kaelen froze completely. His massive body went entirely rigid in surp

Chapter 125 [Martha's POV]I woke up to the sound of complete silence.I sat up in my small bed. My knees popped loudly in the empty room. For fifty years, I woke up before the sun to start the large fires in the kitchen ovens. My body wanted to stand up and rush to the scullery immediately. I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress. I reached for my stained white apron hanging on the back of the wooden chair. My fingers touched the rough fabric.Then, I stopped.I remembered what the Warlord said to me in the middle of the night. He told me I would never work in the scullery again. He told me I was a hero.I slowly pulled my hand away from the apron. I let it hang on the chair. I stood up and put on a clean, simple gray dress. I did not tie my hair back tight for cooking. I left it loose around my shoulders. I opened my door and stepped out into the hallway.The castle felt completely different today. The heavy, terrible fear that had choked this building for weeks was gone. The

I stood in front of the large mirror in our bedchamber. I pulled a clean, dark blue shirt over my head. The fabric felt incredibly soft against my skin. It did not pull on the healing cuts on my back, and it did not scratch my neck. I fastened the buttons and let out a long, slow breath.Cillian was sitting on the edge of the mattress. He was already dressed in a simple black tunic and dark trousers. He did not wear his heavy armor or his crown today. He was watching me quietly. His golden eyes were calm and clear. The heavy, dark guilt that had covered his face for the last few weeks was finally gone.I turned away from the mirror and walked directly over to him.I did not stop until I was standing right between his knees. I reached out and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. I pulled him close and pressed my chest against him. Cillian immediately wrapped his massive arms around my waist, holding me firmly against his body. He buried his face in my stomach, taking a deep, steady

[Selene's POV]I lost track of time in the dark.There were no windows in the lowest cell of the dungeon. There was no candle, no torch, no crack in the stone to let the moonlight in. The only way I knew a day had passed was the small iron slide at the bottom of the door. Once a day, a silent guard pushed a wooden bowl of water and a hard piece of stale bread into the dirt.I counted the bowls. One. Two. Three.By the fourth bowl, I started screaming. I demanded to see Cillian. I reminded the empty hallway that I was a Princess of the East. I threatened them with war. I promised them heavy chests of gold. I told them my father would slaughter their families if they did not open the door. No one answered. The silence was absolute and suffocating.By the sixth bowl, my throat was completely raw. I stopped screaming. I pulled my knees to my chest and shivered violently on the freezing floor. My expensive leather riding clothes were soaked with damp mud. My hair was a tangled, filthy mess

[Kaelen's POV]It was four in the morning. The very early eyes of the day.The Blackwood castle was completely dead and silent. The sun was still hours away from coming over the high stone walls. The deep winter darkness covered the stronghold.I rested my elbows on the flat stone wall. In my hands, I held the Eastern crown. It was a thick, heavy ring of solid iron. I turned it slowly in my fingers. I spent the last twenty years of my life running through the mud. I fought stray wolves for raw meat just to survive the freezing winters. I had hidden in caves and ditches, letting a fierce, burning anger keep me alive in the dark when I had absolutely nothing else. I wanted revenge. I wanted to tear King Garrick apart for stealing this piece of metal from my family.But as I stood alone in the dark, the anger was gone.My chest felt steady. The wild instinct that always told me to fight and hide had vanished. I looked at the iron crown, but I was not thinking about revenge anymore. I was