Semua Bab Banished By The Alpha King:Claimed By The Cursed Lycan Beast: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Elara's POVThe sound of war erupted from outside the hall.Screams. Metal clashing. The distant roar of something that was not human. It echoed through the stone walls, seeping into the great hall like poison. The guests who had not already fled pressed themselves against the walls, their faces white with terror.More creatures emerged from the black hole.They were twisted, ugly. Some had too many limbs. Others had no faces, only smooth skin where features should have been. They moved with jerky, unnatural movements, their claws scraping against the marble floor. The scientists had done their work well.People scattered.The beautiful hall became a nightmare.I threw myself in front of Lucian, my hands raised, my body a shield. The light in my palms flickered, sputtered, then died. I felt the panic rise in my chest, hot and sharp."Stay behind me," Lucian said."Lucian—""Stay behind me."He pushed me gently but firmly behind his back. His sword was already in his hand, the blade gl

Elara's POV I stared at the figure in the doorway. The blood. The ragged breathing. The swaying stance of someone who had fought through hell to get here. And the face. Liora. My mind struggled to process it. I had seen her in the Shadow Wilds dungeon, starved and broken. I had made sure she got food, water, clean clothes. I had left her in Dana's care, trusting that Lucian would decide her fate. After that, I had no idea what became of her. She could have been exiled, imprisoned, or left to rot in some forgotten corner of the kingdom. She was the last person I ever expected to see standing over the bodies of my captors. "Liora?" My voice came out as a whisper. She nodded. Her throat moved as she swallowed. "I know. I know you never expected to see me again." "What are you doing here?" She looked down at her bloodied hands. "Saving you." I stared at her. At the bodies outside. At the blood dripping from her fingers. At Dana, still unconscious on the floor of the c

Elara's POVThe hut was dark. The fire had burned down to embers. Dana was asleep on the cot, her breathing shallow. Liora sat by the door, her eyes fixed on the darkness outside.The bond pulsed faintly in my chest. Lucian was still alive. He was still fighting, still holding on.But I could not promise him what he asked.I pressed my hand to my stomach and felt the weight of everything press down on me—the war, the baby, the dagger I would have to use if he lost himself. The thought of driving that blade into his chest, of watching the light leave his eyes, of knowing I had been the one to end him—it was unbearable. I could not do it. I would not do it."Elara." Liora's voice was quiet. "You are crying."I wiped my eyes. "I am fine.""You are not fine."I did not argue. There was no point because she was right. I had just been given an impossible choice, and I had refused to make it. Now I had to live with that refusal.The bond flared again. I felt his exhaustion, his desperation,

Lucian's POVI carried Kylan's unconscious body through the chaos.He was heavier than he looked, his limp weight dragging against my arms, his head lolling against my shoulder. Blood soaked through his tunic, dark and wet, seeping between my fingers. I could not stop to check the wound. Could not stop to see if he was still breathing. I just kept moving.Warriors covered our retreat, their swords flashing in the torchlight. Gwen was somewhere ahead, carving a path through the creatures that blocked our way. The great hall was behind us now, the sounds of battle growing distant as we pushed deeper into the palace corridors.Kylan had been wounded protecting Dana. I had seen it happen—the creature's claws sinking into his arm, the unnatural twist of his limb, the scream that tore from his throat. He had fallen, and Dana had tried to run to him. I had watched Elara hold her back. I had watched the grief harden in Dana's eyes, watched her transform from a grieving woman into a warrior ag

Elara's POVThe light surged from deep within me.It was not like before. Not controlled. Not measured. It exploded out of me like a dam breaking, white and blinding, fueled by rage and grief and terror. I felt it burning through my veins, scorching my skin, pouring from my eyes like tears of fire.I looked down at my hands. They were covered in blood. Lucian's blood. Dark and thick and still warm. It dripped from my fingers, soaking into my gown, pooling on the stone floor beneath me.His chest was still rising and falling. Barely. The dagger was still buried in his heart, its runes pulsing with sickly light. I could see his life ebbing away with each weak beat of his heart.Then I suddenly felt a warm trickle between my legs. Wet. Wrong.I looked down and saw blood. Dark red, spreading across my thighs, staining the torn fabric of my gown. The baby. The child I had been carrying, the life I had been protecting, the future I had been dreaming of."No," I whispered. "No, no, no."Dariu