Todos los capítulos de The Lycan King Stolen Heirs: Capítulo 231 - Capítulo 240

King Sebastian Shawn arrives at the house just after sunrise with a tablet full of new data and the kind of expression that means the trail is no longer completely cold. I meet him in the kitchen so the sound of our voices will not carry upstairs where Irina and the boys are still sleeping. The coffee is already brewing. Neither of us bothers with cups yet.“Three hits in the last twelve hours,” Shawn says without preamble. He sets the tablet on the counter and turns it so I can see the map. Red pins mark a cluster of locations along the northern border of the state. “A gas station camera caught a partial plate that matches one of the vehicles from the farmhouse. Two hours later the same vehicle shows up outside a closed hunting supply store. Cash transaction for ammunition and camping gear. The clerk remembered a man with a long scar down the left side of his face. That matches the description Irina gave of the one called Nico.”I study the map. The pin

IrinaThe nightmare hits harder than usual once the boys are finally asleep in the new safe house. I wake with my heart slamming against my ribs and the taste of old dirt in my mouth. For a few disoriented seconds I am not in the reinforced bedroom Sebastian chose for us. I am back in the clearing behind the pack house on the night Xander rejected me.The memory unfolds with the same brutal clarity it always does. The full moon. The entire pack gathered in a circle. Xander standing in the center with his father the Alpha at his side. I had worn the white dress the elders chose for the formal marking ceremony. My hands had shaken so badly the flowers I carried kept slipping. When Xander stepped forward I expected the bond to settle the way the stories promised. Instead he looked at me like I was something he had already decided to discard.“I reject you, Irina Baldwin.” His voice carried across the clearing without a single tremor. “You are weak. You are unsuitable. The bond is broken.

Irina The safe house settles into a tense routine by the third day. The boys adapt faster than I do. They treat the reinforced walls and the constant presence of quiet men in dark clothes like a strange new game. Sebastian Jr. has already decided one of the younger guards is his personal knight. Daniel Jr. prefers to follow Shawn around with questions about radios and maps. Alden Jr. stays closest to me, as if he can sense the old memories still pressing against the edges of my mind.I keep them inside the main rooms during the day. Outdoor time is limited to a small cleared yard watched by two men at all times. Even that short stretch of grass feels like a risk I measure in heartbeats. Every unexpected sound pulls my attention to the nearest window or door. The sling comes off for short periods now so I can move more freely, but the shoulder still aches when the weather shifts or when I reach too far.Sebastian spends long hours in the communications r

Irina Daniel’s call comes through on the secure line just after the boys go down for their afternoon rest. Shawn hands me the phone with a warning look. I take it into the bedroom and close the door.“You are hard to reach,” Daniel says. His voice is carefully neutral.“That is intentional. What do you need.”“I need to know if the boys are safe. And I need to know if you are still in control of your own decisions or if the king is making them for you.”The question hits the exact raw place Sebastian and I have been circling all day. I sit on the edge of the bed and force my voice to stay even.“The boys are safe. I am making my own decisions. Some of them are hard. None of them are his alone.”“That is not what it looks like from outside. You disappeared from the city. The house is empty. Your classes are on hold. From where I am standing it looks like he moved you and the children into a cage and called it protection

Irina The boys sense the shift in the house even if they cannot name it. They are clingier than usual through the morning. Sebastian Jr. refuses to let go of my hand while we eat. Daniel Jr. keeps asking when we can go home to the old backyard. Alden Jr. simply stays pressed against my side with his favorite toy truck and says very little.I give them as much normal as the walls allow. We build another blanket fort. We invent a long story about three brothers who tame a forest dragon. I let them win every argument about which book comes next. The ordinary work of motherhood steadies me more than any conversation with Sebastian or Shawn has managed in days.Sebastian spends the morning with the new name. By early afternoon he finds me in the main room while the boys are distracted with a puzzle.“Vale appears in four separate acquisition records over a twelve year period,” he says quietly. “All of them involve females from lines that carried unus