Semua Bab TRIBUTE TO THE LYCAN KING: The Ironblood Heiress: Bab 71 - Bab 80

CAELUM There wasn't a single trace of regret or remorse as we exited the Lycan kingdom. Just as soon as we crossed the border, we began hearing shouts and ululations emanating from the distance.I smiled inwardly. I hadn't expected anyone to find out about the dead bodies so soon since it was still dark. But they had, which was good. The earlier, the better. "We need to move quickly. There is no doubt they are going to try to come after us if they find out an outsider is responsible for the nobles' death." I said to my men as we rode. I increased my pace and they followed suit. With the distance that we had put between us and the Lycan kingdom, coming after us would just be a lost cause. We rode non stop until we got back to ironblood. They were already men waiting for us who were going to take our horses back to the stall. But from the look of things, it seems they would be doing more than just taking the horses back. We were all stained with the nobles blood, including the hors

SERAPHINA That night, there was a loud cry from outside that shook the entire palace. One would think there was an invasion with the way the entire place had been thrown into chaos. Cleyton was still in the room with me that night, mixing different medicines that he was going to administer to me when the noise started. We locked gazes. I could see the fear in his eyes. I was equally terrified but I didn't say anything out loud, I was too scared to ask what he thought was happening outside. It came suddenly, sharp voices cutting through the quiet, distant at first but loud enough to make me sit up straighter, my fingers gripping the edge of the bed without me realizing it. Clyeton paused mid-motion, his hand stilling as he listened, and for a moment neither of us spoke, we just listened as the noise grew louder, more voices joining in, footsteps echoing somewhere far down the hall.“What is that,” I asked quietly.Clyeton did not answer immediately, his expression tightening just s

SERAPHINA I did not remember how I got back to my chamber, only that my legs moved and somehow carried me there, because everything after the ritual felt blurred, like my mind had refused to hold on to it properly. The moment the door closed behind me, I leaned against it, my body trembling in a way I could not stop, my breath uneven as the images replayed over and over in my head. The blood, the smell, the way Clyeton had cut into them so calmly, the way everything spilled out like it meant nothing, I squeezed my eyes shut but it did not help, I felt my stomach twist again as I pressed a hand against it, trying to steady myself.I moved slowly toward the bed and sat down, my hands resting on my lap but they would not stay still, they kept shaking, and I hated it, I hated how weak I felt, how small everything had made me feel. My throat tightened as I swallowed hard, trying not to cry again, but the tears came anyway, slipping down my cheeks without sound. I wiped them quickly, alm

ISOLDEI couldn’t stop cussing Caelum out even when I got to the forest. The sheer embarrassment he has caused me will be a memory I wouldn't be able to forget in a hurry. In just one night, he had successfully rage baited me to the point that I lost my sanity for a moment. Caelum's stupidity continues to cause the pack more harm than good. This wasn’t a matter of getting Seraphina before him anymore, I needed to stop him, to strip him off some of his powers before he kills us all. Not because I cared about his people but because there would be no one to rule over when I steal the throne from Caelum if he wipes the entire iron blood pack out. I found a rock just by the side of the road and sank into it. I hadn't realised how tired I was after walking for hours without stopping until my back hit the surface of the rock, the tiredness coursed through me like a velvet vice.My heart began to race fast in my chest, the rate of my pulse rising, I wasn't quite sure if it was because of

SERAPHINA When I woke up, I realised that my body was not ready to return to the world just yet. Every part of me was heavy and warm, wrapped in a strange softness that I had not felt in a long time. I didn't move just yet, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts, but they came slowly, tangled with the memories of the night before, and the moment they settled, I that quiet warmth spreading through me, making my chest rise a little deeper.Then I turned my head to see that Vaelarion was still asleep.My breathing staggered, I had never really seen him like this before, not truly at rest, and not without that constant tension in his body. But now he looked… different.My gaze lingered on him longer than it should have, tracing the lines of his face, the way his breathing was slow and even. I looked away quickly.My body shifted as I tried to sit up, and that was when the ache settled in properly, making me draw in a small breath as I adjusted careful