All Chapters of Corrupted By The Lycan King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kiera"Because he blew my cover, My King!" Brandon snapped defensively. "Dimitri found out I was watching him. Three days ago, his men ambushed my scout camp. They didn't kill me—instead, they gave me a direct message to deliver to you.""What message?" Alistair demanded."Dimitri says you need to set up a face-to-face meeting with him immediately," Brandon whispered, the room falling dead silent. "If you don't meet with him on his terms, he promised to bring total war, blood, and absolute ruin to your doorstep."The king became very quiet after that, and even when I asked him what all these meant for us, he didn’t respond. He just led us out of the armory and left me at my quarters before retreating to his study.Ten minutes later, I couldn't take it anymore. The heavy weight of the secrets in the armory, combined with the way everyone had been looking and whispering at me all night, made my skin crawl. I marched right up to Alistair's private study, where he was pacing back and fort

KieraThe heavy oak doors of the grand hall slammed shut behind us with a final, echoing thud, cutting off the muffled whispers, gasps, and judging stares of the elder nobles and military commanders. But even with the doors closed, the sound of Lord Malakor’s venomous ultimatum still rang loud and clear inside my head, vibrating against my skull like a persistent, agonizing bell.One month.Just thirty days. That was all I had. If I could not magically uncover concrete evidence, track down the shadowy forces using my name, and prove my absolute innocence before the sunset of the 30th day, I would be dragged back to this very hall to face the executioner's blade or be cast out into the brutal, unforgiving deadlands of banishment.How the hell was I supposed to do this?My knees suddenly felt terrifyingly weak, and for a fleeting, terrifying second, the polished stone floor seemed to tilt violently beneath my boots. And the reality of my situation crashed down on me with the force of

KieraTen minutes later, I was sneaking quietly through the dark, shadowy corridors of the eastern portrait gallery. The palace was mostly silent, save for the faint, distant sound of patrolling guards marching their rounds down the main halls.I slipped quietly behind a massive, dusty oil painting of an ancient Lycan king, pushing open a hidden door that revealed a narrow, winding stone staircase heading down into pitch blackness. The air grew instantly colder and heavier, smelling strongly of damp stone, dust, and centuries of forgotten history.Holding my breath, I crept carefully down the winding steps until I reached the very bottom sub-level. The hallway down here was terrifyingly dark, lit only by the faint, flickering glow of a single wall sconce.Right where Sarah had told me it would be, an unmarked, heavy oak door stood like a monolith embedded in the stone wall.My heart hammered wildly against my ribs like a trapped bird. With trembling hands, I inserted the heavy iron ke

KieraThe heavy oak door of my bedchamber clicked shut, locking away the cold, drafty corridors of the palace, but it did nothing to seal out the chaos spinning wildly inside my head. The memory of the dossier, the photographs of my teenage years, the detailed surveillance logs, and the cold royal seal stamped across the cover was burned behind my eyelids like an unheeding flame.Susan and Elara immediately entered my room and crowded around me as I collapsed on the edge of the mattress, my legs finally giving out under the sheer weight of exhaustion and shock."Kiera, tell us everything," Susan urged, her hands resting firmly on my shoulders. "What happened down in the archives? Why did you look so pale when Alistair brought you back up?"I swallowed hard, trying to steady the wild rhythm of my heart. I looked between their worried faces, deciding right then and there to hold nothing back. I told them about the secret sub-level, the locked glass cabinet, and the horrifying dossier b

KieraHe was just a beast. A dangerous, broken beast whose heart remained forever married to a ghost. And I was a fool for ever thinking otherwise.The next morning, I woke up with puffy eyes, a heavy headache, and a heart further hardened into ice.Susan and Elara sat by my bedside, quietly talking in hushed tones. When they saw me stir, they rushed over with cool cloths and warm tea, listening as I sobbed out every horrifying detail of what happened in Alistair's shrine room…. the portraits, the candles, his cruel words telling me I was nothing compared to Lenora, and the terrifying moment his fist cracked the stone wall right beside my head."The arrogant bastard," Susan growled, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles turned white. "If he were standing here right now, I'd break his other hand."Elara, however, looked down at her hands with a soft, melancholic expression. She reached out, gently patting my arm. "Kiera... I know it hurts. And he was wrong to lose control like that