All Chapters of TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

HabeelaI could not stop thinking about Miguel and Charlotte as Zevran and I left the damaged section of the palace. Their disappearance could not be a coincidence, especially if Miguel had been working with the faction and was now trying to help them finish what they had started beneath the palace.“We need to find Charlotte,” I said as we approached the main corridor.Zevran glanced at me. “I agree, but we need to be careful about how we approach her. If she is still working with Miguel, she might lead us straight into another trap.”“Or she might be the only person who can tell us where he has gone.”“That depends on whether she is willing to talk.”I let out a frustrated breath. “I’ll try my best.”He shook his head, a faint hint of amusement crossing his face, before we separated near the palace entrance. While Zevran returned to the damaged lower levels to examine the records and the remains of the seal, I headed toward the outer grounds, hoping Charlotte had not gone far.I had

LyraRaguel held me close, one hand resting against my back while the other held mine tightly. I could feel the tension in his body, and I couldn't blame him. What I had discovered in the chamber had changed everything, and now I understood why the faction wanted me. They intended to use my bloodline to bring back someone who had once been Raguel's greatest rival."Lyra," he said gently. "You said you know who's waiting. Who is it?"I swallowed before meeting his gaze. "The person they're trying to bring back was once your greatest rival."Raguel went still. "My greatest rival?"I nodded. "Your enemy from the battle that destroyed his territory. The man you believed had died."Emily moved closer. "Wait. Are you saying this person was alive all along?""I don't know if he's alive in the way we understand it. The faction believes they can bring him back, but I don't think even they understand what that will mean."Raguel looked toward the ancient doorway. "Did you see him?""No. I saw m

Lyra “Miguel wants me to surrender the crown before sunset.” Raguel's words rang in my head as I struggled to process how quickly everything had fallen apart. Miguel had taken control of the eastern defenses, surrounded the royal armory, and threatened to overthrow his own brother. “What happens if you refuse?” I asked. Raguel folded the message and handed it to Emily. “He'll probably try to take the palace by force. If he controls the eastern defenses and the armory, he'll have enough resources to make that attempt difficult to stop. We already know he has enough men to hold the eastern defenses.” “Then let me speak to these men.” His head snapped toward me. “Absolutely not.” “Raguel—” “No, Lyra. I'm not sending you into a crowd of armed soldiers who have just declared their support for a man trying to overthrow me.” “I think it's worth trying before any bloodshed happens,” I insisted, keeping my frustration under control. He looked away, and I reached for his hand. “Pleas

MiguelI stood before the eastern command table, studying the map of the palace and the surrounding territories as my men prepared for Raguel's surrender. Every entrance had been secured, our soldiers were stationed along the eastern walls, and the orders bearing my brother's authority had already done their work.By the time Raguel realized how much ground he had lost, I intended to leave him with only two choices: surrender the crown or watch his kingdom fall apart around him.For years, I had imagined what it would feel like to stand in a room without someone comparing me to Raguel. I had listened to the elders praise his strength, watched the warriors follow his commands without hesitation, and endured the endless reminders that he was the one born to lead. Even when I did something worthy of recognition, the conversation always found its way back to my brother.And what was I supposed to do with that? Spend the rest of my life being the king's younger brother?I pressed my palms

RaguelThe first thing I became aware of was the ache in my head, making it difficult to think clearly and when I tried to move, a wave of weakness forced me to remain still. I could hear voices nearby, but they sounded distant at first, as if I was trying to listen to a conversation from the other side of a closed door.Then I heard Lyra.“Raguel? Can you hear me?”Her voice was filled with worry, and that alone was enough to make me fight through the heaviness pressing against my body. I forced my eyes open and blinked several times until the room came into focus. I was lying in my private chambers, while the physician stood beside a small table covered with medical supplies.Lyra was sitting at my side, gripping my hand so tightly that I could feel the tremor in her fingers. The moment our eyes met, she leaned towards me, searching my face like she expected me to collapse again if she looked away.“Raguel…” she whispered. “You scared me.”I tried to sit up, but the movement sent an