Lahat ng Kabanata ng Banished By The Alpha King:Claimed By The Cursed Lycan Beast: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Elara’s POVThe next few days blurred into a rhythm of relentless training.I threw myself into it completely. From dawn until the stars came out, I worked with Gwen in the meadow or the training grounds. The power no longer felt like a locked door, it felt like a wild river that I was slowly learning to direct. I learned to shield my mind first. At the beginning, every stray thought from servants, guards, and even birds overhead crashed into me like waves. Now, I could block them out and choose whose thoughts I wanted to hear. It was exhausting, but empowering.Spells came easier too. The light orb no longer flickered and died. Shields held strong, everything just felt right. Gwen was impressed, though he never stopped pushing me. I didn't blame him, I needed to be stronger for the sake of the diseased people. I could only rid them of this plague if I was stronger.“You’re progressing faster than anyone I’ve ever trained,” he told me one evening, wiping sweat from his brow. “But powe

Elara’s POVThe little girl’s hand felt so small and fragile in mine.Her skin was burning with fever, dark lesions spreading across her arms and neck. Her breathing was shallow, each inhale a struggle. Her mother knelt beside us, tears streaming down her face, whispering desperate prayers.I didn’t think. I didn’t plan. The power inside me simply rose, warm and certain, like it had been waiting for this exact moment.I closed my eyes and let it flow.White light bloomed from my palm, soft and radiant, spreading gently over the girl’s body. It wasn’t forceful or dramatic — it felt natural, like breathing. The light sank into her skin, chasing away the darkness of the lesions. The fever broke almost instantly. Her breathing deepened and steadied. Color slowly returned to her pale cheeks.It was effortless.Like I had done this a thousand times before.When I opened my eyes, the little girl was looking up at me with clear, wonder-filled eyes. The lesions were gone. The fever had vanishe

Lucian’s POVI stood at the tall window of my study, staring out at the horizon without really seeing it. The silence was deafening.My thoughts were consumed by Elara. The way her white hair had glowed under the moonlight before she left. The softness in her eyes when she looked at me. The way she had kissed me like she was memorizing the feel of my lips. Dusk had fallen hours ago. I hadn’t even noticed the sun dip below the mountains, painting the sky in deep purples and golds. Time slipped away when I thought of her.A sharp, vicious pain twisted in my gut.The curse.It hit like claws raking through my veins — sudden, ferocious, unrelenting. My vision blurred. It seized my muscles seized forcing me to glance up at the sky. The full moon hung low and merciless, round and bloated like a predator’s eye watching its prey.Full moon.I had forgotten what it truly felt like, had stopped keeping track of the full moon days. Elara’s presence had dulled the curse, made it bearable, almost

Lucian’s POVThe sweep of the palace had been thorough.Every corner of the royal infirmary was turned over — shelves emptied, cabinets opened, floors checked for loose stones. I stood in the center of the room with my arms crossed, watching my most trusted guards work in silence. The air was thick with tension and the faint scent of medicinal herbs.Then one of the guards called out, voice tight.“My king… you need to see this.”He pulled out a heavy wooden crate from behind a row of storage shelves. Inside, neatly stacked and wrapped in dark cloth, was a large quantity of dried Canus. The forbidden herb. Enough to poison half the seven realms.The room went deathly quiet.Gaius, who had been assisting the search, dropped to his knees, face ashen. “My king, I swear on my life — I knew nothing about this. Nothing!”I believed him. The old physician had served my family for decades. His hands shook as he stared at the crate like it was a venomous serpent.I nodded once. “I know, Gaius.

Lucian's POVOne by one, the alphas left my palace in shame.I stood on the grand steps, watching their carriages roll away under the gray morning sky. Their warriors marched behind them with heads bowed, the earlier bravado completely gone. Alpha Vesper's carriage was the last to depart, empty. He had been stripped of his title and thrown into the dungeons for now. I had no intention of executing him, death would be too easy. Instead, I had already sent one of my most trusted elders to his pack as temporary replacement. The message was clear: betrayal against the throne would not be tolerated.Darius was the one who amused me the most.He had played his part perfectly during the confrontation. Quiet. Composed. He had even thrown in a few sarcastic defenses of me to appear neutral, nodding along at the right moments, keeping his face carefully blank. But I saw him. I saw the livid rage burning behind his eyes when the Canus was found on Vesper's beta. His hands had curled into fists a