All Chapters of The Cursed Lycan's Plus-size Obsession : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Levante,After taking some rest, I entered my study. Everything had remained under control, and since Louis would take over the position of Lycan King soon, I wanted to revisit every report from the last ten years. That way he would not have to dig through the files from the very beginning. The desk was already stacked with the thick binders I had requested earlier; the scent of old parchment and ink filled the quiet room.Serenity was still sleeping in our bedroom, looking thoroughly exhausted. I had watched her for a long moment before leaving, the soft rise and fall of her chest the only movement. I chose not to wake her during the lunch hour. Once I finished here, I would cook something light myself.I had just opened the first file when a knock sounded at the door.“Levante, it’s Lunaria.”I rose and opened it. She stood there holding a basket of fresh fruit, the bright colors a sharp contrast to the dark wood of the study. She stepped inside, glancing toward the hallway that led

Levante, I pushed past the nurse before she could finish speaking. The metal door swung open under my hand and the bright lights of the emergency room hit me like a physical force. Machines beeped in sharp, uneven rhythms. Healers moved quickly around the bed, their voices low and clipped. Serenity lay in the center of it all, her skin far too pale against the white sheets. An oxygen mask covered the lower half of her face. IV lines ran into both arms. Blood-soaked gauze still sat near her shoulder where they had worked to close the wound. My feet stopped moving for half a second. The sight of her like that, so still, so small under the harsh lights, knocked the air from my lungs. Then I was at the side of the bed. One of the senior healers looked up, ready to order me out, but something in my expression made him change his mind. He only said, “Stay clear of the lines.” I nodded once. I did not trust my voice. Her hand rested on the sheet, fingers slightly curled. The fingertip

Levante,The royal healer stood at the foot of the bed with a grim expression that immediately told me the news would not be the kind I had waited all night to hear.“The toxin isn’t leaving her body. But she is stable now.” He kept his voice low, professional, yet the weight behind the words was impossible to miss. “We failed to find the antidote. Please do something before it’s too late.”All night I had remained in the same chair beside her, her cold hand resting inside mine, waiting for the moment her eyes would open again. The healers had given cautious positive updates through the dark hours. Her blood pressure had held. The internal bleeding had stopped. I had allowed myself the dangerous thought that by the time dawn broke she might wake, look at me, and complain that I had not slept.Instead the senior healer was telling me it could still be too late.“Can you recognize the poison?” I asked. My voice came out cold and flat.“No. I have no idea what kind of toxin this is. But

Levante,Xavier’s call came less than forty minutes after I returned to the medical wing. Martin still stood near the ICU doors, arms crossed, jaw locked. Ivan remained a quiet presence against the wall. The moment my phone vibrated I stepped away from them and answered.“We have him,” Xavier said. “He tried to leave the city through a private airstrip under a false name. We intercepted the vehicle on the service road. He’s uninjured and being brought to the lower facility now.”“How long?”“Twelve minutes.”I ended the call and turned back to the others. “Sean is in custody. I’m going down. Stay here. The moment anything changes with Serenity, call me.”Martin’s eyes narrowed. “Bring the antidote back. Nothing else matters.”I gave a short nod and left.The corridors of the palace felt narrower than usual. Every step carried the weight of the messages I had read earlier and the image of Serenity’s pale face under the oxygen mask. The cold focus that had settled over me during the fir

Levante, I stayed where I was, one hand carefully wrapping around hers, the other resting lightly against the edge of the mattress so I would not crowd her. The monitors continued their steady rhythm, calmer than they had been in days. Her breathing was even. The faint color that had returned to her cheeks the day before looked stronger now under the soft light of the recovery room. Minutes passed. Lunaria quietly stepped back to give us space, though she did not leave the room. I kept my eyes on Serenity’s face, afraid that if I looked away the small smile might disappear. Then her lashes fluttered. Once. Twice. Her eyes opened slowly, heavy and unfocused at first. She blinked against the light, and her gaze drifted until it found mine. For a moment she only stared, as if she needed time to remember where she was. Then her fingers moved weakly inside my hand. “Levante…” The sound of my name in her voice, hoarse, quiet, but real, hit me harder than any blow I had taken in