Lahat ng Kabanata ng Banished By The Alpha King:Claimed By The Cursed Lycan Beast: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Lucian's POVThe night of the engagement ceremony had gone exactly as planned.Almost.The grand hall had been filled with the most powerful figures from across the seven realms. The full moon bathed everything in silver light. Elara stood beside me like a vision — white hair glowing brighter than the moon itself, her eyes locked on mine as we exchanged vows and I placed my mark on her neck. The bond between us flared so strongly that even the elders felt it.But then came the unexpected.The moment the mate mark settled on her skin, something inside Elara awakened. A beautiful white wolf spirit rose within her. Her body shimmered with power, and for a brief, breathtaking moment, I saw the outline of her wolf — strong, graceful, and undeniably hers. The entire hall gasped. Even I was stunned into silence for a few heartbeats.Gaius had mentioned weeks ago that he suspected she carried wolf blood too, but he hadn't been certain. T

Elara's POVI didn't remember the walk back to the palace.The forest blurred around me. Branches scraped my arms. Roots tried to trip me. I didn't slow down. My hood fell back. My white hair glowed in the darkness, lighting the path like a torch.Lucian didn't claim you because he loves you.Lies. They had to be lies.But my feet carried me toward the study. Toward the one place I knew he would be this late. Toward the answers I was suddenly terrified to hear.The corridors were empty. The servants had retired. The guards nodded as I passed, but I didn't nod back. I moved like a ghost through the halls I had walked a hundred times.The study door was slightly ajar.Light spilled through the crack. Voices drifted out.I stopped."You need to tell her, Lucian." Gaius. His voice was low, urgent. "She deserves to know the truth before she hears it from someone else.""I know." Lucian's voice was heavy

Darius's POV The fire in my study had burned out hours ago. I didn't call for more wood. The cold kept my mind sharp, and right now, I needed sharpness more than warmth. Liora had been avoiding me for days. She said she was ill. Said the trip back from the Lycan King's palace had exhausted her. But I saw the way she flinched when I entered a room. The way she found excuses to leave before I could ask her anything. She was hiding something. I didn't care enough to find out what. My thoughts kept drifting elsewhere. To Elara. To the ball. The way she had descended those stairs in a gown that caught the light like water. The way Lucian had looked at her—like she was the only thing in the world worth seeing. That should have been me. I pushed the thought down. She was mated to the beast now. Marked. Bound. There was no going back. A knock at the door pulled me from my brooding. "Enter." The guard stepped in, torchlight flickering behind him. "Alpha, there is someone here to see

Lucian's POV Three days. Three days of watching her walk past me like I was made of glass. Something she could see through but wouldn't touch. Elara threw herself into the healing hall every morning before the sun was fully up. She stayed there until the candles burned low, sometimes later. I knew because I stood in the corridor outside, listening to her voice, the soft glow of her power bleeding under the door. I tried to speak to her. The first day, I waited by the entrance to our chambers. She walked past me without looking up. "Elara." Nothing. "Please. Just give me five minutes." She disappeared into the room and closed the door. I heard the lock turn. The second day, I sent Kylan with a message. He returned shaking his head. "She said she's busy," he reported. Then, softer, "Give her time, Lucian. She's hurting." Time. Everyone kept telling me to give her time. But time felt like sand slipping through my fingers. Every hour she wouldn't look at me, the dista

Darius's POV The council chamber of Eclipse Pack had not seen this many alphas gathered under one roof since my wedding to Liora. That night had been filled with champagne and false smiles, alliances forged over handshakes and whispered promises. Tonight there was no champagne. The long table was bare except for maps, half-empty glasses of dark wine, and the tension that sat among us like an uninvited guest. I stood at the head of the table, looking at the faces of the four alphas who had answered my call. Alpha Riven of the Stonewood Pack, old and cunning, his fingers drumming on the polished wood. Alpha Thorne of the Iron Hills, broad shouldered and quick to anger. Alpha Vex of the Shadowfen Pack, whose reputation for cruelty had earned him more enemies than allies. One other whose name I did not bother to remember, lesser alphas from lesser territories who had come because they smelled opportunity. And Sonia. She sat at my right hand, her bandaged arm hidden beneath the sleeve of