Todos los capítulos de The Lycan King's Secret Heirs : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Daisy Waiting was a cruel thing and the longer I waited for Caspian to come home, the more impossible it became to sit still.I'd tried.I'd curled up on the sofa with a book I'd barely managed to read a single page of. I'd wandered through the gardens until every flower seemed to blur together. I'd even attempted embroidery before pricking my finger twice and giving up altogether.Nothing helped.My thoughts refused to stay anywhere except with him. The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed another hour and I sighed."Where are you...?" I murmured to myself and without realizing it, I'd begun pacing again. I went from one end of the hallway to the other, turned, walked back just to turn again.The polished wooden floor echoed softly beneath my slippers, but I didn't care about that as I folded my arms tightly across my chest.He'd promised he wouldn't keep anything from me anymore, and yet he'd left before sunrise without telling me where he was going.I understood why. At leas

Daisy The mansion had never felt so empty and it wasn't because there were fewer people inside.If anything, the servants seemed busier than ever, moving through the halls with quiet efficiency, polishing silver, dusting furniture and carrying fresh flowers from one room to another.No.It was because Caspian wasn't there. Every room reminded me that he'd left only hours ago, and somehow, that absence had settled over the house like a heavy fog.Without thinking, my hand found my stomach again and a tiny smile touched my lips."Our secret," I whispered.The words had barely left my mouth when the sound of a car pulling into the driveway echoed from outside.First it was one car, then another and another. A frown touched my lips as I got out of bed and peered through the window. Just as I thought, there were three luxury cars parked just in front of the mansion. Visitors.I headed towards the door, and I had barely stepped past the threshold before a servant hurried past me so qui

Daisy I must have read the letter a dozen times before I finally tucked it safely into the pocket of my dress.The edges were already beginning to soften from how often I'd unfolded it, but heaven knows I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. It wasn't a long letter, and honestly, it didn't need to be.“I arrived safely.” I replayed the words in my head with each passing second. “I'm closer than I was yesterday. I can't explain everything yet, but I need you to trust me a little longer. I miss you already. Wait for me.”There was no elaborate declaration, no dramatic promise. Just those few words written in Caspian's unmistakable hand.I slipped my fingers into my pocket, brushing the folded paper again and it felt like a lifeline.I only had to endure a few more days, just a few before all of this would be over. He was searching for a way to stop the wedding, he was fighting for us, and I, I only had to hold on until he came home.The thought steadied me enough to leave my room

Daisy The afternoon arrived far too quickly and no matter how much I wished otherwise, the hands of the clock refused to slow.I spent most of the morning pretending to read in the library, though I couldn't have told anyone what a single page contained.Every few minutes, my eyes drifted toward the door, every footstep in the corridor made my stomach tighten and every servant who passed seemed like they had come to summon me.The examination was all I could think about and by the time lunch came and went, I felt as though I'd been holding my breath for hours.A knock sounded against the drawing room door."Come in," Lady Zara called and the butler entered with his usual composure, though something in his expression suggested this interruption wasn't part of the day's carefully arranged schedule."My lady.""Yes?""The doctor has sent word." My heartbeat lurched, but I managed to keep calm. "What sort of word?" Lady Zara looked up from the document she had been reading."I'm afra

Caspian For several long moments, neither of us spoke while the office seemed to grow impossibly quiet as Professor Hawthorne's finger remained resting against that single sentence.I read it again, then again, but nothing changed. The words themselves weren't remarkable, they looked exactly like every other amendment scattered throughout the legislation.Which was precisely why I couldn't understand his reaction."I'm afraid..." I frowned. "...I'm missing something.""You aren't." His answer came quietly."The problem is that this sentence shouldn't exist.""I don't understand." I looked from the page to him."I know." He removed his glasses with deliberate care and polished the lenses with a folded handkerchief before placing them back on his nose. Only then did he reach toward another stack of books beside his desk."This," he said, laying an older edition beside ours, "was published twelve years before your copy.""The paragraph is identical." He opened both books to the same p