Lahat ng Kabanata ng Banished By The Alpha King:Claimed By The Cursed Lycan Beast: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Elara's POVThe morning of the battle, I woke to three women standing at the foot of my bed.I did not hear them enter. Did not feel them approach. One moment I was alone, staring at the ceiling, preparing myself for what was to come. The next, they were there. Three figures in silver-grey robes, their faces pale, their eyes ancient. They looked like they had stepped out of a dream. Or a nightmare.The oldest one spoke first. Her voice was dry, crackling like old parchment. "You are ready, child."I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest. "Who are you?""We are your ancestors," the second one said. She was younger than the first, but her eyes were just as old. "We have watched over you since the day you were born.""My ancestors." I looked at their faces, searching for something familiar. Nothing. "Darius told me my people were destroyed. That I am the last.""Darius speaks truth. But not all truth." The youngest one stepped forward. Her voice was softer, gentler. "He is your destin

Lucian's POVThe battle played on a loop in my mind.I sat in the great hall, staring at nothing, seeing everything. Elara's white hair blazing in the sunlight. Her hands raised, light exploding from her palms. Our soldiers falling. Dying. Their bodies scattered across the field like broken dolls.She had killed them.Fifty of my best warriors. The ones Dana had taken to ambush from behind, to rescue her. Elara had cut them down without hesitation. Without recognition. Without mercy.Dana had barely escaped with her life."What have they done to her?" I had asked, my voice hollow, as Kylan pulled me from the field."The potion," Gwen had said. "It must be the potion. The exiled witches brew something called the Draught of Forgotten Years. It erases memories. Makes the drinker a blank slate.""Can it be reversed?""I do not know. I have never encountered it before."I had not heard the rest of what he said. The words had blurred into noise, meaningless and distant. Kylan had grabbed my

Elara's POVThe forest swallowed me the moment I passed through the gates.Fog clung to the trees, thick and damp, muffling every sound. My boots sank into the wet earth. My hands still glowed faintly, casting pale light on the moss-covered roots at my feet.I walked without direction. Away from the Lycan kingdom. Away from his gold eyes and his trembling hands and the way he had said my name like it broke something inside him.You are my mate. My fated mate.The words echoed in my skull, bouncing off walls I did not know existed.Lies. They had to be lies. Darius had told me the truth. The Lycan King was a monster. A tyrant. The murderer of my people.Then why had I hugged him back? Why had my arms wrapped around him like they belonged there? Why had my body relaxed against his chest like it had finally come home? Why had being in his arms felt right?I stopped walking.The fog was thicker here. I could barely see three feet ahead. The trees loomed above me, dark and silent. Somewhere

Darius's POVThe sun rose and she was still in her tent.I stood at the edge of the camp, watching the sky shift from grey to gold, waiting for Elara to emerge from her tent. She had not come out for breakfast. That was fine. She was tired. The battle had been brutal. The near kiss had been... a mistake. I had pushed too fast. I was too forward. She would come around. She had no one else. No memories. No past. No one to turn to except me.I told myself this as the morning stretched on. Told myself she needed rest. Needed to process what had happened between us. The way she had turned her head. The way she had said she could not. It stung, but I understood her confusion. Her memories were gone. She did not know who she was or what she wanted.I would give her time.The sun climbed higher. The camp stirred to life. Warriors sharpened their swords. Cooks prepared the midday meal. The wounded moaned in their tents. I stood at the edge of the trees and watched her tent flap sway in the bree

Elara's POVI was standing in a hallway made of light.It stretched in every direction, walls shimmering like heat rising off summer stone. Doors lined both sides, carved from wood I did not recognize, their handles warm beneath my fingers. I did not know how I had gotten here. One moment I had been lying in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a palace that smelled of smoke and old stone. The next, I was here.I walked forward. My bare feet made no sound on the glowing floor.The first door opened before I touched it.I stepped through and found myself in a garden. The sun was warm on my face. Flowers bloomed in every color, their petals brushing against my legs. And there, sitting on a blanket beneath an old oak tree, was a woman.She was beautiful. Dark hair, kind eyes, a smile that crinkled the corners of her mouth. Her hands moved as she spoke, weaving shapes into the air. A small girl sat in her lap, no more than four or five, with white hair that glowed faintly in the sunlight.