All Chapters of TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

RaguelThe more I learned about the faction, the more I hated how easily the pieces fit together.I stood in my study with the latest reports spread across the desk while Emily remained on the other side, waiting for me to say something. The documents had arrived only minutes earlier, but I had already read them twice.The faction had not appeared out of nowhere.They had been watching.Waiting.Manipulating events whenever an opportunity presented itself.And the worst part was that some of those opportunities had come from me.I pressed my fingers against my forehead and closed my eyes for a moment.“So they were using the rebellion,” Emily said carefully. “They were using both sides.”I opened my eyes.“The rebels believe they are fighting for their territories. The people supporting me believe they are defending the crown. But someone has been pushing both groups toward the same outcome.”Emily looked down at the documents. “Lyra?”“Yes.”I looked at the reports again. Every time

RaguelThe moment I saw the figure step into the chamber, I moved in front of Lyra without thinking. I put myself between them, one arm slightly behind me to keep her back while my eyes remained fixed on him. Every instinct in me tightened at once. I knew that face. I had seen it before in old records, in reports connected to the faction that had been moving against my kingdom for longer than I had realized.The man did not look surprised by my reaction. He just stood there calmly. The faint light from the symbols carved into the stone doorway fell across his face, making it easier for me to study him.“You,” I said, my voice low.His mouth curved slightly. “Yes, me.” He glanced past me toward Lyra, and that small movement was enough to make my anger rise. I shifted immediately, blocking his view of her.“Do not look at her.”He gave a quiet laugh. “Still protective. That part of you has always been predictable.”My hands curled into fists. “You have been behind this.”“Behind what?”

HabeelaBy the time Zevran and I reached the palace, the entire place was in chaos.Guards were running through the corridors, their footsteps echoing as they rushed from one section of the palace to another. Servants were carrying injured wolves toward the medical wing. Thick dust still hung in the air from the explosion, making it difficult to breathe. Parts of the palace walls had cracked, and several windows had shattered completely, leaving broken glass scattered across the floors.I stopped at the entrance, staring at the destruction around me.“What happened?” I asked one of the guards rushing past us.“The lower palace was hit,” he answered breathlessly. “The council chamber and several rooms beneath it were damaged.”My attention immediately shifted to him.“Where is Lyra?”“I don't know.”My stomach tightened, and I turned to Zevran.“We need to find her.”Before we could move, voices came from the main council hall. Zevran and I exchanged a look before hurrying inside.The

LyraThe ancient door opened just enough for me to see what was hidden behind it.I stood still, my hand still pressed against the glowing stone as a narrow gap slowly appeared. A warm light spilled through the opening, unlike anything I had seen before. It seemed to come from the chamber itself, illuminating shelves, carved stone walls, and objects that had clearly been untouched for decades. Dust clung to the edges of some of the shelves, while the faint glow reflected off the glass cases scattered throughout the room, making everything inside appear strangely preserved.Raguel moved closer to me. “Lyra, be careful…”I nodded, but I could barely hear him. My attention was fixed on what lay beyond the doorway.The chamber was filled with relics.Old crowns rested inside glass cases, their designs unlike any royal crowns I had seen in the palace. There were ceremonial weapons, faded pieces of royal clothing, ancient books, and strange objects. Symbols similar to the ones on the doorwa

LyraThe first thing I noticed was the silence. Raguel’s voice was gone, and I remembered his desperate expression as the strange light tore us apart despite his efforts to hold on to me. I had tried to reach him, but everything disappeared as the light surrounded me.I slowly opened my eyes and pushed myself upright, wincing at the ache in my body. Instead of the ancient chamber, I found myself in an endless space filled with soft light. There were no doors or visible exits, and when I called, “Raguel?” my voice echoed without an answer.I struggled to my feet, panic rising as I searched for a way out. As I walked, a familiar room gradually took shape in the distance. The wooden table, faded curtains, and old armchair near the window were unmistakable. It was my childhood home.The scent of my mother’s lavender oil filled the air. She sat in the armchair, looking younger than I remembered, with a baby wrapped in a cream blanket against her chest. I recognized the baby immediately. It