All Chapters of The Lycan king's Forbidden Obssesion: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Serena's POV I watched Alejandro fight. I watched him bleed, and I watched him refuse to die even when the poison was spreading through his veins. And in that moment, as Felipe raised his claws for what I thought was the final blow, something inside me shattered. I closed my eyes, because I could not watch. I could not bear to see the light leave his eyes. And so I let myself fall back into a memory, and a moment from the morning before everything changed. It was a moment when he was still whole, still strong, and still mine. I remembered the way he had looked at me, the way he had touched me that morning, and the way he had said goodbye without actually saying goodbye. I opened my eyes in the memory of that morning, before the battle. The morning before the arena, I woke to find Alejandro watching me. The light was pale and grey, filtering through the window

Serena's POV The crowd gasped. I heard it rise from the stands like a wave, and a collective intake of breath that seemed to shake the very air around me. I heard a woman scream, and I heard a man curse, and I heard a dozen different voices all speaking at once, and none of them made any sense. "What is he doing?" a noble shouted from behind me. "Why is he not fighting back?" "He has surrendered," another voice answered. "The king has totally surrendered." "This is madness," a third voice added. "He cannot surrender, he is the king." I wanted to scream at all of them. I wanted to tell them that Alejandro was not surrendering, that he was making a choice, and that he was doing something none of them could understand. But I could not speak, and I could not breathe. I gripped the edge of the royal box, and I felt the cold stone biting into m

Serena's POV Felipe's claws came for my face, and I did not flinch.I did not close my eyes, and I did not turn away. I stood there in the sand, with my heart pounding against my ribs and my breath caught somewhere in my throat, and I watched death coming for me without a single tremor of fear.I had spent my whole life being afraid. I had been afraid of my father, and afraid of my stepmother. I have been afraid of the guards, the nobles, the court, and the endless parade of people who had looked at me like I was nothing worth saving. Fear had been my companion for so long that I had forgotten what it felt like to stand without it.But in that moment, in the cold sand of the arena, with Felipe's silver claws slicing through the air toward me, I was not afraid.Because Alejandro was behind me, and that was enough.Felipe's claws were a breath away from my skin when the world shifted. One moment he was in front of me, and the next he was gone, ripped sideways by a force I did not see c

Serena's POVThe arena was still loud. The crowd was still screaming, and the guards were dragging Felipe toward the gates.The noise was overwhelming, a wall of sound that pressed against my ears and made it hard to think. Nobles were on their feet, shouting and gesturing, their voices blending into a chaotic roar. Some of them were cheering for Felipe, some of them were cursing him, and some of them were just screaming because they did not know what else to do.I looked at the crowd, and I saw a thousand faces staring back at me. Some of them were pale with shock, and some of them were twisted with anger. But some of them were soft with something that looked like respect.No one spoke, no one moved, and the silence was louder than any cheer.Felipe was on his feet, barely. The guards had pulled him up by his unbroken arm, and they were dragging him across the sand toward the exit. His broken arm hung useless at his side, and blood was still dripping from the wound, and his face was

Serena's POV I pulled back from Alejandro, and I looked at the arena. The court was still there, the nobles were still in their seats, the guards were still standing at attention, and the healers were still hovering at the edges of the sand. And Felipe was still chained to the iron gate, watching us with his dark, hateful eyes. I looked at Felipe, and he looked back at me. His dark eyes were full of hatred, and his lips were still moving behind the gag, and I knew that if he could speak, he would be screaming. He was not defeated, and he was not broken. He was just waiting for his next chance. I looked away. The moment between Alejandro and me had been real, but it had not stopped the world from turning. There was still a judgment to be delivered. There was still a sentence to be pronounced, and Alejandro was still bleeding. I did not want to let go of him, a