Semua Bab Sold To The Lycan King Who Ruined Me. : Bab 91 - Bab 100

AdrianI stood in the war room, staring at the map spread across the table. Red pins marked the attacks on Silvercrest territory. Blue pins marked attacks on Redfang territory. They were all from Ashvale.Elias stood across from me, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. The tension between us was still thick, but something had shifted. We both knew the stakes now."You've seen the reports?" I asked.Elias nodded. "Ashvale has been building an army. They've allied with rogue packs, outcasts, anyone willing to fight.""They want Noah.""Of course they do." Elias's voice was bitter. "He's the key to the curse. They want to use him to strengthen it."I looked at the map, at the pins marking the attacks. "They're getting bolder. Soon they'll come for him directly.""That's why we need to work together."The words hung in the air between us.I looked at Elias, really looked at him. He was my rival, my enemy, the man who had tried to take Noah from me. But he was also the only person

NoahI woke to the sound of shouting.The noise echoed through the palace corridors, sharp and urgent. I sat up quickly, my hand pressed against my stomach. The baby shifted restlessly, sensing my fear.I swung my legs out of bed and crossed to the door. I opened it a crack and peered out.Guards were running past, their faces grim. Servants huddled in doorways, whispering among themselves. Something was happening.I grabbed a servant's arm as she passed. "What's going on?"Her eyes were wide with fear. "The King has ordered the arrest of Clara's entire family. He's sending guards to every noble house in Silvercrest."I felt my blood run cold. "All of them?""Every single one. They're being dragged from their homes and thrown into the dungeons."I released her arm and stepped back into my room. My heart was pounding. Clara's family. The people who had controlled the curse for generations. The people who had manipulated Adrian, who had planned to use me and my child.They were finally

NoahThe infirmary was quiet, the only sound the soft crackling of the fireplace. I lay in the narrow bed, staring at the ceiling, my hand pressed against my stomach. The baby had been quiet all day, as if sensing my exhaustion.I felt hollow. Empty. Like everything inside me had been scooped out and replaced with nothing.The door opened softly. I didn't need to look to know who it was.Adrian.He crossed the room slowly, his footsteps hesitant. He sat in the chair beside my bed, close but not touching."Noah." His voice was gentle. "How are you feeling?""Tired.""I know. I'm sorry." He paused. "I've been thinking. About everything. About what I did to you."I said nothing."I know I can't undo the past. I know I can't make up for what I did. But I want to try." His voice cracked. "I want to help you. Please. Let me help you."I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were red-rimmed, his face pale. He looked like he hadn't slept in days."Why?" I asked."Why what?""Why do you care

AdrianI stood on the palace walls, staring down at the army gathered beyond the gates.Thousands of wolves, their banners snapping in the cold wind. At their head, a figure on a massive black horse, his silver eyes fixed on me with cold determination.Kael.He had come. Just like he promised.I gripped the stone wall, my knuckles white. "He brought an army."Elias stood beside me, his expression grim. "I see that.""He's demanding Noah's release.""Of course he is."I turned to face him. "What do we do?"Elias was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "We go down there. We face him together.""You think that will work?""I think it's our only option."I looked back at the army. Kael was waiting, patient and still. He had been there for over an hour, giving us time to think.He was giving us a chance to do the right thing.I walked toward the stairs. "Let's go."Elias followed me through the palace, down the winding stairs, out the main gates. The guards parted as we approached, their eye

NoahI lay in the infirmary, staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the stone.One. Two. Three.I had been counting for hours. Maybe days. Time had lost all meaning in this place. The walls were the same pale grey, the sheets were the same rough linen, and the air was the same stale mixture of herbs and despair.I didn't know how long I had been here. I didn't care.All I knew was that I was tired.So impossibly tired.The door opened softly, and I didn't need to look to know who it was. Elena's footsteps were gentle, careful, like she was walking through a graveyard.She set a tray on the table beside my bed and sat in the chair. I could feel her eyes on me, studying my face, my hands, the shallow rise and fall of my chest."Noah, you need to eat.""I'm not hungry.""You're always not hungry." Her voice was gentle but firm. "Your body needs strength. The baby needs strength."I turned my head to look at her. Her face was lined with worry, dark circles under her eyes. She had