All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Hidden Male Omega: MM Romance: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

I snapped the reins. My horse lunged forward. The sound of dozens of heavy hooves hitting the frozen cobblestones echoed through the courtyard. I rode straight toward the massive iron gates. The wall guards pulled the heavy chains, opening the way.I rode out of the Blackwood stronghold. I did not look back over my shoulder. I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead.The journey East took exactly five days.I rode at the very front of the column. For the first two days, the road was buried under thick, freezing snow. The wind bit hard at our faces, and the sky was a heavy, solid gray. We slept in simple camps, keeping the fires low. The Northern guards followed my orders without question. They moved efficiently when I told them to make camp, and they slept soundly when I took the first watch in the dead of night. They trusted me to guard their lives.That trust felt entirely foreign, but I did not reject it. I sat by the dying embers of the fire on the second night, watching the snow fall,

Kaelen PovI stood in the mud at the center of the border village.The heavy wooden wagons behind me were loaded entirely with thick sacks of grain from the castle reserves. I did not send a lower guard or a politician to do this job. I came myself. The dirt road was completely quiet. The villagers stood in a wide circle around my horses, keeping a very safe distance.I looked at their faces. I saw mothers pulling their children behind their skirts. I saw thin, starving men holding farming tools with shaking hands. They stared at my scarred face, my massive size, and the heavy broadsword strapped across my back. They knew exactly who I was. They knew I was the feral rogue who took the throne by force. They expected me to demand taxes. They expected me to take their last winter supplies. They expected violence.I stepped up to the back of the first wagon. I reached down and drew the sharp hunting knife from my belt.Several villagers flinched violently. A few men took a step backward,

I rode near the front of the patrol. We had exactly fifteen men. Ten of them were Northern guards, the elite soldiers Cillian had left behind to help me hold my walls. Five of them were new Eastern recruits. The Eastern boys were very young. They held their spears too tight. They looked nervously at the dark trees lining the dirt road. They were still afraid of me. They remembered the stories of the feral rogue. But they followed my orders without question.We were heading to a small border village at the very edge of my territory. A scout had reported that armed men were threatening the farmers there. The corrupt lords I banished were gone, but the territory was still unstable. I did not send a captain to handle the problem. I went myself. A king does not hide behind thick stone walls while his people are in danger. A king protects his own borders.We rode down the narrow dirt path. The sun was low in the sky, casting long, dark shadows across the ground. My black warhorse walked at

[POV: Lord Varis]The mountain watchtower was freezing. We did not have firewood. I sat at the rotting wooden table, rubbing my hands together to keep the blood moving. The other lords sat in the dark, shivering in their thin coats. No one spoke. We had been waiting for two days.Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded on the stone stairs outside.Every lord in the room sat up straight. Kelan reached nervously for a small dagger on his belt.The wooden door was kicked open. It slammed hard against the stone wall.A man walked into the room. He wore dark, dirty leather armor. He was not the mercenary captain we had originally hired. This man was missing half of his left ear, and his face was covered in a fresh layer of dirt and dried blood. He walked directly to the table. He did not bow. He did not say a word of greeting.He reached behind his back, pulled out a massive object, and dropped it right in the center of the wooden table.It hit the wood with a heavy, deafening crash. The table s

Elian P.O.VThe fire in the stone hearth was dying down to red coals.It was past midnight. For the first time since I stepped foot inside the Blackwood stronghold, the castle was completely quiet. There were no marching boots in the hallways. There were no war councils downstairs. Selene was dead, the blood curse was gone, and Kaelen was sitting safely on his father's throne in the East.I sat on the thick rug near the fire, wearing a loose cotton shirt. Cillian sat on the edge of the bed right behind me. He wasn't wearing his heavy iron armor. His scarred shoulders were bare, and for once, the tight, hard knots in his back were gone. He reached down and ran his fingers slowly through my hair."You should be asleep," Cillian said quietly. His voice was a low rumble in the quiet room."I don't want to waste it," I answered, leaning my head back against his knee."Waste what?""The quiet," I said honestly. "I spent my whole life waiting for the next bad thing to happen. Tonight, nothin