All Chapters of Corrupted By The Lycan King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kiera"Open the door! Royal guard! State your emergency!" a gruff voice roared from the hallway.Oh fuck! The guards heard what I did.Panic clawed at my chest. If the guards came in and saw the splintered table and smelled the unmistakable scent of forbidden magic, they would realize that I was practicing forbidden magic which would prove a connection the last attackers who used magic and I would be dragged to the dungeons before sunrise.And I could not afford to let that happen.I quickly leaped to my feet, waving my hands frantically to fan away the smoke. I stomped out the glowing ember on the broken wood with my boot.The pounding on the door grew harder. "Lady Kiera! Open this door immediately or we will break it down!""I'm coming!" I shouted back, my voice cracking.I grabbed a heavy ceramic water pitcher from my washstand, lifted it high, and purposely smashed it onto the stone floor, letting water spill everywhere. Then I threw the deadbolt and yanked the heavy door open.T

Kiera"How do I find out why Lenora's family is targeting me? And how do I know if Alistair is really a monster?" I asked with desperation clawing up my throat.Sarah sighed, walking over to place a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I don't have all the answers, Kiera. To find out what Lenora's family wants with you, we would somehow need to reach them, or find surviving records of Lenora's inner circle outside of Alistair's censored archives. As for Alistair... listen to me very carefully." She looked deep into my eyes. "In this palace, you can trust no one. Not the King, not Damian, not even the council. You can only trust yourself. You hear me?"I nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in my throat."If you want to keep practicing your magic," Sarah continued, lowering her voice to a whisper, "you cannot do it here. You must sneak out to the old training woods beyond the eastern perimeter wall at night. It's wild, untamed land, and the palace wards don't reach out that far. You can trai

KieraWhen I woke up, the bright morning sunlight was streaming through the heavy velvet drapes of Alistair’s private bedchamber. My throat still felt raw from the smoke, and my limbs were heavy with exhaustion, but the terrifying memory of the fire rushed back into my mind like a cold wave.I sat up abruptly, throwing off the blankets.Across the room, standing near the washbasin, was Alistair. He had his back turned to me, stripped down to his waist. My breath caught in my throat.The skin across his broad shoulders and back was an angry, blistered mess of deep burns and raw red scabs, the direct price he had paid for charging through the wall of roaring flames to pull me out of my burning room yesterday.He was holding a jar of medicinal salve and a strip of clean linen, trying awkwardly to reach a particularly bad burn on his left shoulder blade. Every time he moved his arm, his jaw clenched, and a harsh hiss escaped his lips.My anger from yesterday… the bitter memory of him call

Kiera "You are dismissed, Sarah," Alistair said, his voice flat and authoritative, cutting through the heavy tension in the room.Sarah bowed her head respectfully. Before she turned to leave, she cast one final, piercing look in my direction, it was a silent, desperate warning that screamed of the danger I was in. Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out of the bedchamber, closing the heavy oak door behind her.As soon as the click of the latch echoed through the room, Alistair let out a sharp sigh. He stood up from the edge of the mattress, his broad, bandaged shoulders straining slightly as he reached for a fresh dark tunic resting over the back of a chair. He began pulling the fabric carefully over his head, wincing ever so slightly as the cloth brushed against his fresh, raw burns.My heart gave a violent, sickening lurch, hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.My room.The forbidden Lycan magic grimoires and spellbooks were still hidden right be

Kiera The heavy oak door of Alistair’s bedchamber clicked shut behind us as he led me back from my quarters. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, caught in a chaotic storm of conflicting emotions. When Alistair had insisted on inspecting my room earlier under the guise of security sweeps, I had braced myself for absolute ruin. I had expected him to slide open the hidden wardrobe panel, pull out the forbidden grimoires, and look at me with betrayal and disgust.Instead, to my utter shock, he had found nothing.The compartment had been completely empty. A dizzying wave of relief had washed over me then, because he hadn't found my secret; I hadn't been exposed. But that fleeting relief had instantly curdled into a cold, paralyzing dread. If Alistair didn't find the books... where were they? I certainly hadn't moved them. Someone else had taken them.Now, standing in the dim, amber-lit warmth of his private chambers, I was trapped between the terror of the missing grimoires an