All Chapters of The Mysterious Lycan King Is His: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The door closed with a soft click, but to Alexander it sounded like a lock falling over his chest. Marcus stood in front of it with the two betas beside him, blocking the only way out. The storage room smelled of grain, herbs, and dust. Sacks were piled against the walls, and shelves leaned under jars and ropes.Alexander straightened. “Move away from the door.”Marcus laughed, but there was anger under it. “Listen to him. One walk with the Lycan King and suddenly he gives orders.”Jalen cracked his knuckles. Torin looked Alexander up and down with disgust. “Maybe the king likes broken things he can fix.”Alexander’s hands tightened, but he kept his voice low. “I do not want trouble.”Marcus stepped closer. “That is the lie you always tell before something strange happens.”Alexander stepped back. His shoulder brushed a shelf, and the jars rattled. He could feel his power waking, warming the blood under his skin. He pushed it down and forced himself to breathe.Marcus noticed and smile

Alexander could not breathe. His hand stayed frozen above the paper, while the dead bird lay stiff beside his knees. The voice outside his door had sounded like his mother, soft, tired, and full of the same pain he remembered from the last night she held his hand.“Alex,” the voice whispered again. “Open the door for me.”His eyes burned at once. He wanted to believe it. Every lonely part of him wanted to believe that death had broken for one moment and brought her back to him. But his wolf backed away inside him, growling low, afraid of what waited on the other side.His mother never called him from the dark.She came in memories, in warnings, in dreams that left him hurting when he woke. She did not stand outside doors.Alexander slowly folded the paper and pushed it into his pocket. He covered the bird again and lowered the floorboard with care, though his fingers shook badly.“Who are you?” he asked.A soft laugh came from the passage. It was his mother’s laugh, but wrong in a way

The silver words glowed on the wall as if the room itself had become alive. Alexander stared at them until the letters blurred in his eyes, but they did not fade. The crown has woken. Bring him to the shrine before dawn, or Red Moon will bleed.Finn made a small sound near the door and covered his mouth with both hands. Caleb’s guards moved at once, one toward the window and the other toward the passage, but Caleb did not move from where he stood. His face had gone cold in that frightening way that made even the fire seem afraid to crackle.Alexander held his wrist against his chest. The Crown Mark burned under his sleeve, pulsing like a second heartbeat. “Is this Rowan?” he asked, though his voice sounded too weak to belong to him.Caleb turned from the window. “Maybe. Maybe not.”“That is not an answer.”“It is the only honest one I have.”Alexander swallowed hard and looked again at the wall. The silver flame outside the lodge still burned between the trees, throwing pale light thr

Alexander stared at the wooden bead in the old woman’s hand, and the clearing seemed to slip far away from him. The black stones, the shrine, Rowan’s pale face and Marcus’s trembling mouth became blurred at the edges. He knew that bead. His mother had worn its twin. When he was small, he used to hold it between his fingers while she hummed to him, and she would smile as if that tiny piece of wood carried a secret too heavy for words.“Where did you get that?” Alexander asked.His voice sounded calm, but his body was shaking.The old woman smiled, and the red scars on her lips pulled tight. “From your mother’s wrist, the night she begged us to spare you.”Caleb’s growl rolled through the clearing. “Choose your words carefully.”“She is choosing them well,” Rowan said, but his voice was not as steady as before. “The boy deserves the truth.”Alexander turned to him slowly. “Do not pretend you care about truth.”Rowan’s eyes hardened, but the old woman laughed under her breath. The sound

The wooden bead turned black in Alexander’s palm.At first, he thought the moonlight had shifted, but then the dark colour spread across the bead like ink soaking into dry cloth. The old string around it tightened until it cut into his skin. Alexander tried to open his hand, yet his fingers would not obey.Caleb saw it and reached for him.“Do not touch it!” the old woman cried.Caleb stopped only because Alexander gave a sharp gasp. Pain shot from the bead into his wrist, climbing toward the Crown Mark. The mark answered with silver fire, and the two colours fought under his skin, black and silver, shadow and moonlight.“What is happening?” Alexander asked, but his voice broke halfway.The shrine groaned behind them.Something heavy dragged itself across the stone floor inside, slow and patient. Every scrape made the wolves in the clearing step back. Marcus stumbled so hard he almost fell. Rowan’s face had lost all its calm now, and that alone told Alexander the danger was no longer