Lahat ng Kabanata ng Banished By The Alpha King:Claimed By The Cursed Lycan Beast: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Elara's POVThe cut came without warning.One moment I was lying on the cold bed in the apartment, barely conscious, the sedative still thick in my veins. The next, I felt a sharp, burning pain across my forearm. I tried to scream, but my throat was dry, my voice gone. The world blurred above me. Faces swam in and out of focus. Darius knelt beside me, a knife in his hand, blood dripping from the blade.My blood."Hold her still," he said. His voice was calm, almost bored. "I do not want to cut too deep."Someone grabbed my arm. Someone pressed a cloth against my mouth. The pain was white-hot, searing, unlike anything I had felt before. My vision went red, then white, then dark."You promised no scars," a voice said. A woman's voice. Sonia? Someone else?"He will not leave a scar. The healers will tend to her before we leave."I tried to pull away. My body would not obey. The sedative had stolen my strength, my control, my abili

Darius's POVThe coven was quiet after the alphas left.Their footsteps faded into the forest, swallowed by the thick darkness between the trees. The fire in the main hall burned low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. I stood at the window and watched the last torchlight disappear over the ridge.Two days. Then we marched.I walked to my makeshift room, a small chamber at the end of the corridor. The witches had furnished it simply—a bed, a table, a chair by the hearth. A single candle burned on the mantel, its flame flickering in the draft.I sat down and poured myself a glass of wine.The door opened.Sonia stepped inside without knocking. She closed it behind her and leaned against the wood, her arms crossed, her dark eyes fixed on me. She looked different tonight. Softer, somehow. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. Her gown was simple, unadorned.But her face was troubled. Brooding. Like a storm gathering on the horizon."You look like a man who has just won a war

Darius's POVMorning light filtered through the cracks in the shutters, pale and grey. I woke to the warmth of a body pressed against mine, dark hair spread across the pillow, a hand resting on my chest.Sonia.She was still here. Still sleeping. Still clinging.I looked at her face, softened by sleep, and felt nothing. She had been useful last night. A scratch to an itch that had been bothering me for weeks. Since Liora's deception. Since the truth about the switch. Since I had watched Elara walk down those stairs at the ball and realized what I had lost, I had not touched Liora or any any woman. That was very unlike me, I was starved and she was here at the right time to quench that hunger.But usefulness had its limits.Sonia stirred. Her eyes fluttered open. She looked at me and smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips."Good morning," she murmured."Good morning.""You are awake early," she murmured."So are you."She stretched, the blanket slipping down. Her hand slid lower o

Darius's POVThe Beta arrived at dawn, his horse lathered in sweat, his face pale with urgency.I was in the main hall of the coven, reviewing maps with the two hooded witches, when he burst through the door. His armor was dusty. His eyes were wild."Alpha Thorne sent me," he said, breathless. "We have a problem."I set down my cup. "Speak.""The Lycan King's commander. Dana. She was seen near the coven. Thorne spotted her himself, hiding in the tree line, watching the barrier."I went very still. "How the hell did she find this place? Did she see the alphas?""Yes, my lord. She saw them leave. Heard them talking about the White Witch. About the invasion."The two witches exchanged glances. Their hooded faces betrayed nothing, but I saw their hands tighten on their staffs."When did this happen?""Hours ago. Thorne left immediately to warn you. He said to tell you that the Lycan King will be here soon. That you need to move."I looked at the maps spread across the table. Our plans. Ou

Elara's POVWe left the coven in a rush.I did not understand why. One moment I was sitting on the bed, trying to remember something—anything—about who I was supposed to be. The next, Darius was in my doorway, his face tight, his voice urgent."We need to leave. Now."He did not explain. Did not wait for questions. He grabbed a bag, took my hand, and pulled me toward the door. Horses were waiting outside, saddled and ready. He lifted me onto one before I could protest."The people hunting you have found us," he said, swinging onto his own horse. "We cannot stay here."Fear prickled down my spine. I gripped the reins and held on as we rode.We traveled for hours. Through forests, across streams, up winding paths that seemed to lead nowhere. The sun climbed higher, then began its slow descent. My body ached. My head throbbed. But I did not complain.Darius had saved me. Taken care of me. Fed me when I was hungry and bandaged my wounds when I was hurt. He said people were hunting me, try