Todos los capítulos de TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

RaguelThe report from Hong Kong arrived a few minutes before noon.I was sitting in the council room, going through another stressful meeting when one of the palace guards entered carrying a sealed envelope. The quiet chatter of the council members stopped as the guard approached. He bowed before approaching the table and placed the sealed envelope carefully in front of me.“My King, this arrived a few minutes ago for you.”My attention settled immediately on the seal impressed into the wax. I did not need to open it to know where it had come from.Hong Kong.“Thank you, Andrew.”The guard bowed again and left, closing the door quietly behind him. For a moment, the overlapping voices of the council members faded to the background, my attention remaining on the envelope in front of me. Reports from the eastern territories had become routine since Miguel’s departure, although none of them ever failed to hold my attention.Victor leaned forward slightly, his attention shifting from the

HabeelaI was both excited and terrified as I left the palace that morning.I had never known how to tell Zevran the truth, but after everything I had seen with Lyra the previous day, I knew I could not keep hiding it from him. If I truly wanted a future with him, he deserved to know who I really was, no matter how difficult the truth might be.Yet, now that I was actually on my way to see him, the certainty I had felt in my room began to fade with every step. The closer I got to his office, the more my confidence wavered and my stomach tightened with nerves.I kept rehearsing the conversation in my head, hoping it would make things easier. I would tell him the truth. He would be surprised, perhaps ask questions, and I would answer them. Then, hopefully, he would understand.I tried to convince myself that everything would be fine. If Zevran truly loved me, he would accept every part of who I was. I knew that. At least, I desperately wanted to believe it.By the time I reached his off

RaguelI was going through the latest council records while pretending to be listening to Maximus when the doors opened and one of the palace guards stepped inside."My King."I looked up from the documents in front of me, my attention shifting from the reports spread across the table to the guard standing several feet away. His posture was respectful, but there was enough urgency in the way he had entered that I immediately set the report aside."What is it?"The guard bowed slightly."We've received a request from three smaller packs. Their delegates have arrived at the palace and are asking to meet Queen Lyra privately."My hand stopped over the page."Privately?""Yes, my King."The room immediately became quieter. The faint rustling of papers ceased, and the men seated around the council table turned their attention toward the guard. Elias exchanged a concerned glance with Victor, while Maximus leaned forward in his chair, his expression sharpening with interest."Three packs?" E

CharlotteBefore the day was over, news of the private meetings between Lyra and the visiting delegates reached me.Since Miguel was in Hong Kong, I was back to my place. I was sitting in my room when one of my maids casually mentioned that three delegates from distant packs had been granted a private audience with the Queen. I kept my expression neutral as I continued smoothening out invisible creases from my dress, but my mind had already shifted to what she was saying.“Do you know what they wanted?” I asked.“No, my lady. Only that they specifically requested to meet Queen Lyra.”“And they were allowed to?”“Yes.”I nodded slowly, allowing my gaze to remain on the fabric of my dress. “Thank you. You may go.”She bowed and left.Once the door closed behind her, I leaned back in my chair and considered what I had heard. A private meeting. Three delegates. Lyra.Raguel had allowed it, which meant there was nothing illegal involved. Nothing political had happened, as far as anyone kne

LyraThat morning, a few days after the last one, I found another letter waiting for me. By then, I had almost stopped being surprised whenever one appeared. Almost.I had walked to my dressing table after getting dressed for the day, pulling open the drawer where I kept my jewellery. As I reached for my pick, my fingers brushed against the edge of a jewellery box, and that was when I noticed the folded piece of parchment tucked beneath it. My hand stopped halfway, hovering over the drawer as I stared at the parchment for several seconds.In the strangest way, the letters had become a part of my life. I hated finding them. I hated the questions they planted in my mind, the uncertainty that lingered long after I had finished reading them, and the way each message seemed to pull me deeper into something I did not understand. No matter how hard I tried to dismiss them, they always managed to leave behind a doubt I could not shake off.But despite all of that, I couldn’t bring myself to i