Lahat ng Kabanata ng Banished By The Alpha King:Claimed By The Cursed Lycan Beast: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Darius's POV The night of the operation, I stood by the window of my study and watched the moon climb toward its peak. Three men had been chosen for the task. Able bodied, clear headed, and most importantly, disposable. If the Lycan King caught them, they would die. That was acceptable. What mattered was that they succeeded before they died. I had given them a potion before they left. A dark liquid that smelled of iron and old roots. One of the robed men had brewed it, claiming it would shield their thoughts from the White Witch's mind reading. "Elara can hear fear," the old man had said. "She can sense intentions like bloodhounds scent prey. If your men are nervous, if they doubt, she will know before they take three steps into the forest." So they drank. I watched the potion slide down their throats. Their faces went blank, their eyes dull. The fear was still there, I could see it lurking behind their pupils, but it was buried now. Locked away behind a wall of herbs and ancient ma

Lucian's POV Three days had never felt this long. Three days of searching every corner of the seven realms. Three days of no sleep, no rest, no answers. Three days of feeling the bond grow fainter with each passing hour, like a thread slowly unraveling. I had not closed my eyes since the night she disappeared. The warriors worked in shifts. One group rested while another searched. But I did not rest. Could not rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. Every time I stopped moving, I felt the emptiness where her presence used to be. Kylan had stopped trying to make me eat. Dana had stopped trying to make me sleep. They had learned that I would not listen. Could not listen. The only thing that mattered was finding her. But we had found nothing. The eastern woods had been searched a dozen times. Every trail, every path, every clearing. We found where the hunting party had waited. Found the spot where she had been struck from behind. Found the needle they had used to drug he

Elara's POVSleep would not come.I lay on the thin mattress, staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the stone for the hundredth time. The darkness pressed against the windows like a living thing. No moonlight reached this room. No stars. Just blackness, endless and absolute.My cheek still throbbed where Sonia had struck me. The swelling had gone down, but the ache remained, a dull reminder that I was not dreaming. This was real. The cold stone. The iron bars. The silence where my powers used to hum.I turned onto my side and pulled the rough blanket up to my chin. The wool scratched against my skin, but I was too tired to care. Exhaustion pulled at my limbs, heavy as chains, but my mind refused to quiet.The Fate Sisters.Their faces drifted through my thoughts like smoke. The oldest one, grim and ancient, her voice like dry leaves rattling across stone. She had started this. Started all of it. Lucian's curse, his family's suffering, the blood that had been spilled for a thou

Darius's POVThe corridor outside Elara's room was cold and dark, the torches burning low in their brackets. I stood there for a long moment after closing the door, my hand still resting on the iron handle. Through the wood, I could hear her moving. Shifting on the bed. Breathing. Alive.For now.I had always known I would keep her for myself. From the moment the hunters carried her through the portal, from the moment I saw her pale face and dull hair, I had known. The alphas were pawns. Useful for their armies, their resources, their willingness to do things I could not be seen doing. But they would never touch her. Not her eyes. Not her tongue. Not her heart.She was mine.The problem was making her believe that.I walked away from the door, my boots echoing on the stone floor. The human world was quiet at this hour. No birds. No wind. Just the thick, heavy silence of a place where magic had died centuries ago. The silence pressed against my ears like cotton, muffling everything.I n

Darius's POVThe blood had dried brown against the stone floor of the apartment.I had made sure of it. Not too much, not too little. Just enough to suggest injury without confirming death. A few drops near the bed. A small smear on the wall. A torn strip of fabric from her gown, stained dark, left near the edge of the clearing where the hounds would find it.Lucian would find it. I was almost certain.He would see the blood and assume the worst. That she was wounded, dying, perhaps already dead. His mind would race to fill in the gaps, and it would fill them with fear. Fear made men sloppy. Fear made men rush. Fear made them walk into traps with their eyes wide open.But I would not be there to greet him.The fortress was a diversion. Nothing more. Stone walls and empty rooms and a handful of men who knew nothing, who would die knowing nothing. Men from the alphas' low ranks, disposable, their deaths a small price to pay for the time I needed.Lucian would storm the fortress expectin