All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Hidden Male Omega: MM Romance: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I stood near the massive stone oven, completely surrounded by thick white smoke and the smell of roasting pig fat. The dinner rush was at its worst. Twenty servants were running in every single direction, carrying heavy wooden trays, shouting orders, and dropping iron pots on the stone floor. The heat was trapped inside the room, making it hard to breathe. Sweat poured down my wrinkled forehead and stung my eyes.My right hand throbbed with a terrible, hot pain. It was wrapped tightly in a white cloth, but the deep cut from last night was bleeding again. The hot steam from the ovens made the raw skin sting like fire."Martha! Move your lazy feet!"The head servant walked past me and bumped his heavy shoulder hard into my back. I stumbled forward, barely catching my balance before my hands hit the hot iron stove."The Silver Fang guards in the side dining hall want three fresh roasted chickens and two pitchers of dark ale!" the head servant yelled, pointing his thick finger at my face.

[Elian’s POV]I sat with my bare back pressed hard against the rough, solid stone wall of the small cave. I pulled the heavy, dark wolf fur tightly around my shoulders. I brought my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms firmly around my legs.I was shaking. I could not stop my body from trembling.My amber eyes were wide open in the dark. I stared blindly into the pitch-black shadows. I did not blink. I barely even breathed. I was completely terrified.Just a few feet away from me, Kaelen was fast asleep on the cold rock floor.His massive body took up most of the space near the cave entrance. He was sleeping on his back, his thick arms resting over his wide chest. His deep, heavy breathing filled the small cave. The sound was steady and rhythmic.For a normal person, the sound of a powerful Alpha sleeping so close would be terrifying. But for me, his deep breaths were the only thing keeping me tied to the real world.He had fed me hot bone broth. He had cleaned the terrible, infec

[Cillian’s POV]The heavy stone floor of my study was as cold as a frozen grave.I was lying completely flat on my back in the total darkness. The large fire in the massive stone hearth had died three days ago. There was absolutely no wood left, only a cold pile of gray and black ash. The thick velvet curtains were pulled tightly shut over the tall glass windows, blocking out every single drop of silver moonlight.The air in the room was completely terrible. It smelled like sour brown ale, stale sweat, spilled wine, and deep, rotting sickness.My right hand was loosely wrapped around the neck of a dark green glass bottle. I slowly lifted my heavy arm and tipped the bottle over my dry, cracked lips.Nothing came out. Not even a single, tiny drop.The bottle was completely empty. Just like the twenty other glass bottles scattered across the dirty woven rugs all around my body.I let go of the thick glass. It rolled out of my weak fingers and hit the stone floor with a dull, hollow clink

[Elian’s POV]As I moved closer to his still body, my shaking hands splashed directly into a thick, warm puddle on the gray stone.The wet, sticky feeling on my palms made my throat close up entirely. I choked on a harsh sob, but I forced myself to keep moving forward. The strong, fresh smell of hot pine needles was completely gone. The air inside the cave now smelled heavily of old copper and hot, wet iron. It smelled exactly like death.I reached his massive body. Up close, the damage was completely horrifying.The heavy silver sword had sliced a long, deep, ugly opening across his left side. The cut was entirely black at the edges. Silver was pure poison to a Lycan wolf. The terrible metal had literally burned his flesh, melting the skin and leaving a sickening smell of burned meat hanging in the cold air. Fresh, bright red blood was pumping heavily out of the center of the deep wound with every single shallow breath he took.I held my bloody hands up in the air, completely unsure

[Cillian’s POV]The absolute silence inside my study was heavy and cold.I stood perfectly still in front of the massive, unlit stone fireplace. The heavy, dark steel of my battle armor felt like solid ice against my chest. My hands were clasped tightly behind my back. My golden Alpha eyes were locked entirely on the heavy oak doors.I was not a drunk, broken man anymore. My mind was completely sharp. I was a hunter, and I was patiently waiting for my prey.The sound of heavy, armored boots echoed loudly in the stone hallway.The thick metal handle turned, and the heavy oak doors were pushed wide open. My two Royal Guards stepped into the room. Standing directly between them was Martha, the old kitchen cook.She looked absolutely terrified. Her gray hair was messy, and her thin hands were gripping the dirty fabric of her white apron so hard her knuckles were completely white. The moment her eyes found my massive, armored body in the dark room, her knees completely gave out.She dropped