Semua Bab Banished By The Alpha King:Claimed By The Cursed Lycan Beast: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Elara's POVThe next few days taught me something I already knew: cruelty wears a pretty face when it wants to.Sonia moved into the west wing like she had never left. Servants bowed lower for her. Guards snapped to attention faster. Even the air seemed to part around her, carrying that jasmine scent everywhere she went. I couldn't escape it. Couldn't escape her.She found me everywhere.At breakfast, she sat at Lucian's right hand like she had never been gone. She laughed at his silences and touched his arm when he spoke and looked at me across the table like I was a stain she hadn't gotten around to scrubbing yet.I told myself it didn't matter. I told myself she was just threatened. I told myself Lucian would handle it.Then she asked for her room back.It happened on the third morning.I was still in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself to face another day of her smirking face. The room was warm. The fire had died sometime in the night, but the blankets were thic

Lucian's POVThe study felt too quiet as I walked in.I sat behind my desk, staring at the same spot on the wall for what felt like hours. The fire had burned down to embers. The candles had guttered and died. I didn't bother lighting new ones. The dark felt appropriate.Elara's face kept replaying in my head. The split lip. The bruise forming on her cheek. The way she had looked at me like I was the one who had put them there. She had pushed me away. Told me to go be with my first love. As if I had any love left for Sonia. As if I hadn't spent the last ten years trying to forget she ever existed.I poured myself a glass of something strong and didn't drink it. Just watched the liquid catch the light from the dying fire.The door opened.I didn't look up. "I thought I told you to leave at first light.""I know." Sonia's voice was soft. Almost gentle. "I'm leaving. I just wanted to say goodbye properly."I finally looked at her. She stood in the doorway with two glasses and a bottle o

Elara's POVThe first day blurred into the second. The second into the third.I stopped counting the hours. They all looked the same anyway. Pale light through the curtains. Then darkness. Then light again. I barely slept. When I did, it was in the chair beside his bed, my head resting on the edge of the mattress, his cold fingers tangled with mine.Gaius came twice a day. Morning and evening. He brought herbs, tinctures, things he crushed and mixed and poured down Lucian's throat. The king swallowed on instinct, nothing more. His body was still fighting. But the poison was winning."He's burning up again," I said on the second evening.Gaius pressed his hand to Lucian's forehead. His expression didn't change, but I saw the worry in his eyes. "Change the cloths. Cool water only. Nothing too cold, or his body will go into shock."I did what he said. Dipped the cloth in the basin, wrung it out, laid it across Lucian's brow. He groaned. Turned his head. His lips moved, but no sound came

Lucian's POVI thought I was dead.The poison had taken everything. My sight. My strength. My ability to feel anything except the cold crawling through my veins. I had been aware, somewhere deep, of her voice. Her hands. Her tears on my skin. But I couldn't reach her. Couldn't answer. The darkness was too heavy, and I was so tired.Then the light came.It wasn't like waking from sleep. It was like being born. I felt the fire in my lungs, the life returning to my body like sun after a wild storm. I felt the heat flowing through my blood like a second heartbeat.I opened my eyes.She was above me. Her hair wasn't dark anymore. It was glowing white, brighter than anything I'd seen before. Floating around her shoulders like sunlight on water. Her skin shimmered with power so ancient I could feel it pressing against my chest.A White Witch.I had heard stories. Legends. Women so beautiful they could make kings forget their own names. Women so dangerous entire armies had been raised to hunt

Elara’s POVThe study door clicked shut behind me, and the weight of the day settled heavier on my shoulders.Lucian stood by the window, back straight, hands clasped behind him. The moment I entered, he turned. His eyes moved over me — the glowing white hair that now fell freely down my back, the faint shimmer of power that still clung to my skin like starlight. For a second, something raw flashed across his face: pride mixed with fear.“You heard thoughts today,” he said quietly.I nodded, crossing the room until only a few feet separated us. “Gwen’s first. Then some of the warriors’. It just… happened. I answered him before he spoke out loud.”Lucian’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, one hand lifting to brush a strand of my white hair behind my ear. The touch was gentle, but I felt the tension rolling off him.“Everyone is talking about it,” he murmured. “The white hair. The power surge in the garden. They’re calling you the last White Witch.”“That’s what I am,” I said simply.H