《Sold To The Lycan King Who Ruined Me. 》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

NoahI caught my reflection in the window and stopped walking.The glass showed a pale face, hollow cheeks, dark circles under tired eyes. But that wasn't what made me freeze. It was the curve beneath my thin shirt. My stomach had grown so much in the past few weeks. The baby had been getting bigger, stronger.I pressed my hand against the swell and felt a familiar flutter in response."You're getting so big," I whispered.The baby kicked gently, as if agreeing.I stood there for a long moment, watching my reflection. I barely recognized myself anymore. The tired eyes, the gaunt cheeks, the prominent belly. I looked like a stranger.But I also looked like a mother.I walked to the window and looked out at the palace below. Guards patrolled the walls. Servants hurried through the courtyards. Life went on, oblivious to the storm inside me.The baby shifted, a slow roll that made me gasp. I pressed my hand against the spot and felt the movement beneath my palm."Easy," I whispered. "Easy

NoahI was running through a field of wildflowers.The sun was warm on my face, and the grass was soft beneath my bare feet. I could hear laughter in the distance, light and carefree. I turned and saw a figure standing at the edge of the field, his hand extended toward me.He was tall and slender, with silver hair that glowed in the sunlight. His eyes were grey, just like mine. His face was lined with age, but there was something young about him, something timeless."You're here," he said. "I've been waiting for you."I walked toward him, my heart pounding. "Who are you?""My name is Aric." He smiled, but it was sad. "I was the original omega. The one who created the curse."I froze. "You're my ancestor?""Yes." He stepped closer. "I've been watching you, Noah. I've been waiting for this moment.""Why?""Because you're the one who can end this." His voice was soft. "You're the one who can break the curse."I shook my head slowly. "I don't know how.""Yes, you do." He reached for my ha

ClaraThe war room of Ashvale was cold and damp, the walls lined with faded tapestries that smelled of mold and decay. I sat at the head of the table, my fingers drumming impatiently against the wood. The candles flickered around me, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls.I had been waiting for three days. Three days of pacing, worrying, imagining all the ways my plan could fail. Three days of watching the door, waiting for Lucas to return.I hated waiting.I was about to send for him when the door swung open. Lucas stepped inside, his face pale, his clothes travel-stained. He looked exhausted, hollow-eyed. The weeks of spying had taken their toll on him. But his eyes were bright with excitement."Clara." He crossed the room quickly and bowed. "I have news.""Finally." I stood up, my heart pounding. "What did you find?"Lucas pulled a rolled scroll from his coat and spread it across the table. It was a detailed map of Silvercrest Palace, marked with X's and arrows showing guard p

EliasI was walking toward Noah's chambers when I saw them.The door was open just a crack, enough for me to see inside. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting silver light across the room. And in the center of it all, Adrian and Noah stood wrapped in each other's arms.My feet stopped moving.I watched as Noah pressed his face against Adrian's chest. I watched as Adrian held him close, his hand stroking Noah's hair. I watched as they whispered to each other, their voices too soft for me to hear.But I didn't need to hear the words. I could see it in their faces. The love. The tenderness. The peace.Something inside me cracked.I had been trying so hard to be better. I had been trying so hard to accept that Noah had chosen Adrian. I had been trying so hard to let go.But seeing them together, seeing the way Noah looked at Adrian, it broke something inside me.I wanted to burst through the door and tear them apart. I wanted to scream at Noah, ask him why he had chosen Adrian ove

NoahThe morning light streamed through my window, golden and warm.I sat on the edge of my bed, my hand pressed against my stomach, feeling the baby move. The kicks were stronger now, more insistent. The power inside me was growing every day, pulsing through my veins like a second heartbeat. I could feel the magic building, waiting to be unleashed.Elena had just left. She had come to check on me, to make sure I was ready for what was coming. She had taken my pulse, listened to my heart, examined the growing swell of my belly. She had tried to smile, tried to reassure me.But we both knew the truth.I would never be ready.Three days. Three days until the ritual. Three days until everything changed.I dressed slowly, my hands trembling. The whispers were still there, faint but present, a constant hum in the back of my mind. I could hear the thoughts of everyone around me, fragments of fear and hope and desperation. The voices ebbed and flowed like waves, sometimes clear, sometimes ju