《TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 160 章

LyraThe growing attention had become difficult to ignore.Everywhere I went, conversations paused as I approached, servants greeted me with a strange mixture of respect and uncertainty, and visiting wolves watched me with an interest that made me increasingly uncomfortable. What bothered me most was hearing some of them call me their future queen.The first time it happened, I thought I had misunderstood.I was walking through the eastern corridor with Habeela when two young wolves stepped aside to let us pass. One bowed his head while the other smiled nervously.“Good morning, Queen Lyra.”I stopped so abruptly that Habeela nearly walked into me.“I’m sorry? Why did you call me that?”The young wolf flushed in embarrassment. “I meant no disrespect.”“That isn’t what I asked.”The two exchanged an uncomfortable glance.“Everyone knows what is happening,” the other finally said. “The packs are beginning to recognize you.”“I am not anyone’s queen,” I replied calmly. “Please don’t call

LyraI woke the next morning with a strange sense of peace that I hadn’t felt in weeks.For a few seconds, I didn’t think of the letters, the whispers in the corridors, or the endless questions that had been circling my mind. I only knew that Raguel was beside me, and somehow that simple fact made everything feel less complicated. I turned my head and found him still asleep, his expression relaxed in a way I rarely saw during the day.I watched him quietly for a moment, remembering our conversation the night before. For the first time in days, I wondered whether I had been looking for betrayal so desperately that I had started seeing it everywhere.I slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake him, and went to the window. Morning light had begun spreading across the palace grounds, and from where I stood, everything looked almost normal. Servants were already moving through the gardens, guards were changing shifts, and the palace seemed to be settling into another ordinary day.Maybe I

RaguelThe moment my scouts entered the council chamber, I knew something had gone wrong.They hurried toward me, dust covering their clothes and tension written across their faces.“What happened?” I asked.The older scout stopped before the table and lowered his head. “My King, we received word from the western border less than an hour ago. The Iron Claw Pack has abandoned its territory.”The room fell silent.“Abandoned?”“Yes, Your Majesty. They are moving.”“Where?”The scout swallowed. “Toward the palace.”A cold feeling settled in my chest. For days, every warning and strange movement among the packs had pointed toward something I had hoped would never happen. I had wanted to believe the warning was meant to frighten Lyra rather than predict an attack.Now I knew better.“How many?”“We don't have an exact number, but they are traveling in large groups. Several smaller packs have also left their territories and appear to be joining them.”My hands tightened around the edge of t

LyraWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that I wasn't in my room.For several seconds, I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing. The ceiling above me was made of rough, dark stone, nothing like the smooth white ceiling of the palace chambers. The air smelled damp, carrying the faint scent of smoke, and somewhere nearby, I could hear the steady crackle of a fire. I lay still for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts, but the unfamiliar surroundings only made the confusion in my mind worse.I tried to move, but several figures around me immediately turned their heads.Wolves.My heart lurched as I looked around the room. At least six of them stood nearby, dressed in dark clothing and wearing the same insignia I had seen during the attack. The sight of that symbol sent a fresh wave of fear through me.Iron Claw.I pushed myself upright, my breathing quickening as I looked from one unfamiliar face to another. None of them approached me, and none of them raised a weapo

LyraRaguel grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the doorway as another part of the building creaked above us. I stumbled after him, struggling to keep my balance while dust filled the air and small pieces of stone crashed around us. The noise was so loud that I could barely hear myself think, but I could feel his grip around my fingers, firm and steady, and I refused to let go.“Stay with me,” he shouted.“I am trying!”The floor shook again, and I nearly fell. Raguel caught me before I hit the ground and pulled me against his side, using his body to shield me as another piece of debris came down nearby. I buried my face against his shoulder for a moment, coughing as dust filled my lungs. My heart was pounding wildly, and every breath seemed to carry more of the dust into my throat, but Raguel's arm remained firmly around me as he guided me forward.“We have to keep moving,” he said.“I know.”He tightened his grip on me. “Lyra, look at me.”I lifted my head and met his eyes through