All Chapters of TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

CharlotteI had barely reached the end of the eastern corridor when I overheard the representative discussing Miguel.“…Miguel must not interfere with the next stage,” he said. “We have allowed him to believe he is in control for long enough.”“He's already preparing to force Raguel's surrender,” another man replied. “If we move without telling him, he'll want an explanation.”“Then give him one that keeps him focused on the crown. That is what he wants, after all.”I pushed open the door and stepped inside. After dismissing the other man, the representative turned to me.“Am I interrupting something?” I asked.“We were discussing arrangements for the ritual.”“Without Miguel?”“Your concern is touching, Charlotte, but you needn't worry about every decision he makes.”I folded my arms. “You promised Miguel the crown and me a place beside him as Luna Queen. Now you're making decisions behind his back while he risks everything to help you. Tell me what you're really planning.”“Sit down

RaguelI studied the symbols on the parchment Habeela and Zevran had brought back, an unpleasant memory stirring as I recognised them.“Where exactly did you find this?” I asked.“Inside the chamber beneath the eastern armory,” Zevran replied. “There were more markings on the walls, along with materials that appeared to have been prepared for a ritual. Whoever has been using that place didn't start recently.”“This symbol was present during the final battle,” I explained. “It was used by people who believed my rival had a right to the throne. We destroyed their stronghold, but we never found everyone responsible for supporting him.”Habeela leaned forward. “You think the faction survived?”“I think we were too quick to assume that defeating their leader meant we had destroyed everything he left behind.” I tapped the parchment. “If they've been preparing that chamber for years, the battle may have forced them to change their plans rather than abandon them.”Lyra studied the documents.

LyraI was pulling my hair into a tight bun on top of my head when I noticed Raguel watching me from across the room. Even though he was trying hard to look like nothing was wrong, the tiredness on his face was difficult to ignore. His shoulders were tense, and every few moments, he pressed his fingers against the edge of the desk as if he needed something strong to hold on to.“You're doing it again,” I said.He raised his eyes. “Doing what?”“Pretending you're fine when you can barely stand without holding on to something.”His expression tightened, and he straightened immediately, as if proving he could stand properly would somehow end the argument. “I'm perfectly capable of leading this operation, Lyra.”“I never said you weren't. I said you're not fine.” I walked towards him, stopping on the other side of the desk. “When was the last time you allowed the physician to examine you properly?”“That's not important right now.”“It's important to me.”He looked away, and the silence t

CharlotteI had learned a long time ago that the easiest way to survive around powerful people was to give them what they wanted to hear.The faction expected me to be frightened after my escape, and they certainly expected me to regret turning against them. I decided to use that expectation to my advantage.When I was brought before the representative, I kept my head lowered and my hands clasped in front of me, hiding how tightly my fingers were pressed together.“I've thought about what you said,” I told him. “I understand that I made a mistake by questioning your plans.”He watched me without speaking, and I forced myself not to look away. I couldn't afford to let him see how badly I wanted to get out of that room.“Have you finally understood where your loyalty should lie?” he asked.“Yes,” I replied. “If you still intend to give me a chance, I'll help you deliver Lyra to the chamber.”His expression remained unreadable, but I noticed the slight change in his posture. My sudden ag

LyraThe scouts' trail led us away from the palace and into a stretch of land where the trees grew so close together that they blocked most of the afternoon light. I rode at the front of our small team, following the marks the scouts had left behind while trying not to think about Raguel.I couldn't afford to let that fear distract me now. Miguel was missing, and if the faction had taken him, we needed to find out why.One of the scouts raised his hand, signalling for us to stop. Ahead of us, there was an abandoned tower with crumbling walls and a rusted gate. The place looked as though it had been left to decay for decades, but there were fresh footprints in the muddy ground near the entrance, and I could see the faint glow of a torch through one of the narrow windows.“This is where the trail ends,” the scout whispered. “We found signs of movement around the eastern wall, but we haven't seen anyone leave. Also, we heard voices when we approached, but we couldn't get close enough to