Alle Kapitel von THE LYCAN KING’S SCARRED PRIZE: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

The silence inside my head was louder than the explosion that had collapsed the mountain.The vibrant, golden thread that had woven our souls together during the True Mate Claim didn’t just snap—it vanished into a freezing, echoing vacuum. The phantom weight of Dominic’s wolf, that ancient, possessive alpha beast that had roared in tandem with my own mroczna magia, was gone.I looked down at the man lying in my lap. Dominic’s jaw was still clenched, his broad shoulders still stained with his own dark blood and the ash of his kingdom, but his eyes... his eyes were completely wrong. The brilliant, molten gold rings that had once commanded an entire nation of shifters had bled out into a flat, ordinary, hollow human brown.He didn’t look like a King anymore. He looked like a ghost.“Elena...” he whispered, his voice losing that deep, subsonic vibration that used to make the floorboards rattle. It was just a man’s voice now—hoarse, fragile, and laced with an unadulterated terror he had ne

The air inside the lower levels of the Neutral Scrapyards didn’t smell like rust anymore. It smelled like bleach, ozone, and copper.“Step inside, little star,” Nora’s voice was smooth, completely devoid of the familial warmth she had faked hours earlier. She shoved Elena into a reinforced containment cell. The transparent walls hummed with an invisible electric current—an energy-dampening field specifically designed to suppress magical frequencies.Elena slammed her palms against the reinforced glass, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. “Nora, stop this! He is the Alpha King. If his pack tracks him here, they will burn this entire sanctuary to ash!”Nora stopped, turning slowly. She adjusted the cuffs of her dark tactical jacket, looking at Elena with a mixture of pity and cold resolve. “His pack is currently fractured, fighting off Vanguard’s clean-up crews. They don’t know where he is. And frankly, they won’t care when we deliver what they actually need—a cure

"Get your filthy hands off me!” I shrieked, twisting violently against the iron grip of the two Vanguard soldiers.The heavy, neon-blue stasis-cuffs chafed against my wrists, sending jagged pulses of localized electromagnetic energy straight into my nervous system. It felt like a thousand needles freezing my blood, locking my mutated void magic deep within the marrow of my bones. I couldn’t channel a single shadow. I couldn’t summon a single blade of mrok.I was completely helpless, dragged across the sterile white tile like a piece of discarded livestock.“Dominic! BREATHE! Please, God, breathe!” I screamed back over my shoulder, my voice cracking into a ragged, desperate sob.Behind me, on the vertical steel gurney, the man I had spent my entire life hating—the man I had just realized I couldn’t live without—remained deathly still. The continuous, agonizing flatline tone of the heart monitor echoed off the metal walls, a cold, digital death knell.Beep-----------------------His che

The world was coming apart in a shower of white-hot iron and screaming sirens."Get in the back! Move or I will let him dissolve your spine!" I roared, my voice barely audible over the deafening groan of the buckling steel ceiling.I didn't wait for Malakai’s answer. I grabbed his gold-trimmed royal collar with my left hand, using the heavy chain of my stasis-cuffs to choke him as I violently hurled him into the passenger bay of the Vanguard transport. He hit the reinforced floor plates with a pathetic, breathless gasp, his aristocratic face pale and streaked with soot. The mighty prince who had engineered an empire’s betrayal was reduced to a shaking coward, staring at the front windscreen in absolute horror.I threw myself into the pilot’s seat. The dashboard was a chaotic playground of flashing crimson warning lights, every digital gauge spinning into the red. The electromagnetic pulse from Dominic's transformation had fried the primary navigation array, but the main engine sequenc

The spots in my vision were expanding, turning from a bruised purple to a deep, final velvet black.My lungs burned, screaming for oxygen that wouldn't come. Dominic’s grip around my throat was a hydraulic vice, completely unyielding, his blackened fingers burying into my skin. He didn't look like a king. He didn't even look like a monster. He looked like an empty vessel, his solid-black eyes staring right through my face, reflecting nothing but the sterile green static of the hijacked dashboard.“Dominic... please...” I tried to scream through our mind-link, but the connection was a deafening wall of white noise. The virus-psychosis had completely severed his consciousness from the tether. He was going to choke the life out of his scarred prize, and he wouldn't even remember doing it."Hold on!" Malakai yelled, violently wrenching the steering thrusters to the right.A high-explosive missile from the lead Vanguard drone detonated ten yards from the front bumper, the concussive shockw