All Chapters of The Lycan king Forbidden Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sergio's POV  The morning light was pale and grey when I opened my eyes. The fire had died completely, the room was cold, and my body was stiff from lying in the same position for too long. I did not remember falling asleep, and I did not remember Leandro leaving.I actually thought he had left, but I was wrong. He had not left.He was sitting in the chair across from the bed, and his golden eyes were watching me, and his hands were wrapped around a cup of tea. His hair was messy, and his shirt was rumpled, and there were dark circles under his eyes that had not been there before.He looked very tired. More tired than I had ever seen him."You are staring," I said. My voice came out cracked, due to the shouting last night.Leandro did not smile. He just stood up, walked to the bed, and he handed me the cup of tea. The warmth seeped into my cold fingers, and I held it tightly, as I breathed in the steam

Sergio's POVThe days after the confession passed differently than the ones before.I noticed small things that I had never noticed before. I noticed the way the morning light turned the snow on the windowsill into something that looked like diamonds, the way the tea tasted different depending on which servant brewed it, and the way the guards outside my door shifted their weight from one foot to the other when they thought no one was watching.I had spent so much of my life hiding, making myself small, and not noticing anything because noticing meant being present, and being present meant being vulnerable.But I was tired of hiding.I started keeping a small notebook on the table beside my bed. Every morning, I wrote down one thing I was grateful for. Some days it was the warmth of the fire, and other days it was the taste of honey in my tea. Once, it was simply the fact that I had woken up without a nightmare.It felt strange at first, like I was pretending to be someone I was not.

Sergio's pov  Leticia did not flinch. She knelt on the cold stone floor with her hands bound and her wrists bleeding, and she looked at Leandro like she was not afraid of him."I betrayed a castle full of monsters," she said. "And I am not sorry for that. I am sorry that I got caught, and I am sorry that I will not be able to send more warnings. But I am not sorry for trying to save lives."Leandro's hands curled into fists on the arms of his throne."You knew the punishment for treason," he said."I knew," Leticia said. "I also knew that if I did nothing, people would die, children would die, and families would be torn apart. And I could not live with that."She looked at me, and her grey eyes were sad."I am sorry, Sergio," she said. "I did not mean to drag you into this.""I sentence you to exile," Leandro said. "You will be taken to the frozen waste and left there. If you survive, do not return."

Sergio's POV  I thought about Leandro, sitting on his throne with his cold eyes and his cold heart. He had chosen the law over mercy, and he had chosen the court over me.I had trusted him, and I had believed that he was changing, and that he was becoming something better. But I had been very wrong.I knew I had to go back inside. So I turned, and I started walking toward the castle gates.And then I saw him.Leandro was standing in the snow, with his golden eyes fixed on me, and his dark coat blending into the shadows. His face was pale, and his jaw was tight, and he looked like he had been standing there for a long time."Sergio," he said.I stopped walking."I tried to find you," he said. "I looked for you after you left, and I wanted to explain.""There is nothing to explain," I cut him off."There is," he said. "I did not want to do it. I really did not want to exile her, but I had

Sergio's POVElara's words stayed with me long after I left her chambers that night. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and I turned them over and over in my mind like stones in my palm. "Start by watching, start by listening, and pay attention to the people around him."I thought about Ramiro, sitting in his chambers, plotting his next move. I thought about Leandro, on his throne, blind to all the danger closing in around him. And I thought about myself, sitting in the shadows, invisible to everyone who walked past.I had spent my whole life being invisible. I had made myself small, quiet, and unnoticeable. It had been my shield, my armor, and my way of surviving.But now I realized that invisibility was not just a shield, it was also a weapon.I could not sleep that night, so I walked through the halls, with my bare feet silent on the cold stone floor. The castle was quiet at this hour, and the only sounds were the distant howl of the wind and the soft crackle of the torches bur