All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Hidden Male Omega: MM Romance: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

[Elian’s POV]The journey down to the scullery was a blur of painful, terrifying confusion.I was bleeding badly, fading in and out of a dark, heavy state. But even through the sharp pain in my shoulder, my senses were strongly overwhelmed by the Warlord. I was pressed tightly against Cillian’s broad chest. I could hear the fast, uneven beat of his heart. I could smell the leather, the snow, and the deep, strong scent of pine and rain.For a cruel, brief second, my dying mind wanted to bury my face in his neck and hold on.But then I remembered the heavy iron arrow tearing through my flesh. I remembered the Princess watching with a smile. I forced my eyes open, gasping as a new wave of pain spread from my chest, and I weakly tried to push against his armor. I didn't want to die in the arms of the man who shot me."Stop moving," Cillian said roughly. His voice vibrated against my cheek, low and tight, with none of the warm

"Move, beast."The guard's rough voice echoed off the damp stone walls of the winding staircase. He shoved me hard between my shoulder blades with the flat side of his spear. My bare feet slipped on the wet, freezing steps. I could not catch myself because my right hand was crushed and my left arm was useless. I fell forward, my knees hitting the hard edge of the stone stairs. A sharp pain shot up my legs, mixing with the burning pain in my bandaged shoulder."Get up," the second guard said. He grabbed my good arm and pulled me to my feet. "The King said the lowest level. Keep moving."I did not cry out. I pushed myself up and kept walking down into the dark.They did not take me back to the scullery kitchens. They dragged me past the servant rooms, past the storage rooms, and deep into the lowest part of the Blackwood dungeons. The air down here was thick, heavy, and freezing cold. There were no torches on the walls. The only light came from the small la

[Elian’s POV]The cold in the lowest level of the dungeon was a living thing. It did not just touch my skin; it sank into my bones, settling deep in my chest until every breath felt like breathing in broken glass.I sat on the dirt floor of the pitch-black cell. I had no shirt, only the thin, dirty pants they had left me in. The fresh stitches in my shoulder throbbed with a dull, heavy beat. The burns on my legs ached. I could not feel my fingers or my toes anymore. I was shivering so hard that my teeth bumped together, but I kept my mouth shut tightly.I did not know what time it was. Down here, there was no sun, no moon, no passing of the hours. But I knew morning was coming. I knew what was waiting for me in the courtyard above.Fifty lashes.The thought should have made me cry. A few weeks ago, when I was just a terrified slave pulled from the river, the idea of a whip would have made me beg for mercy. But as I sat in the dark, I realized that the frightened boy I used to be was al

Elian’s POV]I turned my head to look over my shoulder, my cheek pressing against the cold, rough wood of the post.I saw Cillian standing right behind me. His face was pale. His golden eyes were wide and filled with a pain so deep it made my own chest ache. And in his right hand, he was holding the long, heavy leather whip.The breath completely left my lungs.For a second, the world stopped spinning. The Warlord himself had come down from his balcony. The executioner was standing far away. Cillian was going to hit me.He really believes I am a monster, I thought. The realization hit me harder than any physical blow ever could. He hates me so much that he wants to hurt me with his own hands. He wants to show his new Queen that he has thrown me away.A hot tear escaped my eye and rolled down my frozen cheek. The last tiny string holding my heart together finally snapped.But as I looked at Cillian's face, I did not feel angry. I saw how much his hand was shaking. I saw the terrible, c