All Chapters of The lycan king’s regret  : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Kaelor’s POVI went to see the warden against my judgment, with Zareths protests still echoing in my ears as the prison gates closed behind me."Shes spent months proving she can't be trusted " Zareth had said. "Don't let her make you question yourself again."The problem was that Virelle had never been a liar. That was what made her so dangerous.She mixed truth. Lies together so well that by the time you figured out what was real and what was not it was too late.Virelle looked really different behind bars than she had in the palace. She was thinner and sharper without all the comforts that used to make her cruelty easy to ignore.Her eyes were still the same.They were cold and smart and always watching."You came " she said, looking almost happy. "I was not sure you would.""You have always thought I was more patient than I really am " I said. "You have always thought I did not care as much as I do."A small smile came to her mouth."Yes that is why I almost married you.""Just

Kaelor's POVThe blood on the paper was still wet, and the rider was breathing hard, so I grabbed him by his shirt and asked him where James was, because my hands were shaking and my wolf was scratching at my ribs, demanding answers, while the rest of the guards stood around us in total silence."They surrounded the lodges before we even got inside, Your Majesty," the rider said, coughing up spit and dust, "and James told us to run while he held the doors shut, so we ran, but there were too many of them, and we could not stay to help without dying too."Zareth stepped forward, her face turning pale as paper, and she snatched the bloody note from my hand with fingers that were trembling, but her eyes were burning with pure anger."We are going back for him," she said, and her voice did not shake at all, even though I knew she was terrified, because James was our friend and we could not just leave him to die in the dirt.Before I could tell her no, the council doors flew open with a lou

Alexander's POV The heavy iron gates of the palace swung shut with a loud crash behind Kaelor and Zareth, and I stood there in the courtyard watching them ride into the dark woods, because someone had to stay behind to make sure the castle did not fall apart while the king was away. "Do you really think they are going to make it back in one piece?" Mae asked, walking up beside me with her arms crossed over her chest, and her face looked just as worried as mine felt. "They have to," I said, turning away from the gates and starting to walk back toward the main entrance, "because if they do not, we are all dead anyway." Mae followed right behind me, her boots clicking loudly against the stone floor of the corridor, and she told me that standing around complaining was not going to help protect the palace from whoever was helping Virelle from the inside. "I am not complaining," I muttered, pushing open the heavy doors that led into the library, "I am just trying to figure out where t

Kaelor's POV The smoke burned my eyes and filled my lungs with ash as I ran across the clearing toward the collapsed building, and my boots crunched over broken glass and burning wood while my wolf howled inside my head because he could smell James's blood in the air. Sabriel told us he was trapped under the collapsed roof, and Zareth was right behind me with a roll of bandages in her hand, shouting for the guards to bring water and shovels to clear away the burning timber. "Over here!" I yelled to the men, throwing my weight against a massive oak beam that blocked the entrance, and my muscles strained against the heavy wood as I tried to lift it out of the way. Two guards rushed over to help me, grabbing the other end of the beam, and we heaved it aside together, sending a shower of sparks flying into the dark night sky. "James!" I shouted, crouching down near the gap in the floorboards where smoke was pouring out like a thick black cloud, "can you hear me?" For a second there

Alexander's POV The air in the underground archive room was thick with dust, and Mae sat across from me at the wooden table with a stack of old Thornwood journals spread out between us, her fingers tracing the faded ink on the pages while I tried to make sense of the strange numbers scribbled in the margin. "Have you figured out the cipher yet?" Mae asked, looking up at me with tired eyes, and her hair was messy from hours of leaning over the desk without a break. "Not yet," I muttered, rubbing my forehead with the back of my hand because my brain felt fried from staring at these stupid codes for the last two hours, "my father loved to make things as difficult as possible for anyone trying to read his notes." "Well, try harder," Mae said, tapping the paper with her pen, "because if we do not figure out who is leaking palace secrets to the Crimson Moon tonight, Kaelor and Zareth are going to walk right into another trap the second they get back." I grabbed the translation k