Todos los capítulos de The Tyrant Lycan's Ruined Omega: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Xavier didn’t let me dress myself. He stood behind me in front of the tall mirror, already in black formal wear that made him look like he had been carved out of winter and money. I was still naked except for the Gleipnir. The metal sat warm against my throat. Every bruise from the night before showed clearly in the morning light. He watched my reflection while his hands moved over my body. Not sexual. Inventory. Like he was counting every mark he had left and deciding which ones the dress should hide and which ones the Gleipnir should frame. “Look at yourself.” I did. Dark red hair still messy from his hands. Mouth slightly swollen. Fingerprints on my hips. The dark bite on my shoulder. I looked exactly like what he had made me. For a second I wanted to cover myself. Old Luminara instinct. When they stare, you make yourself smaller. I forced myself to keep my shoulders back. I've survived six years without anyone dressing me, without anyone deciding what I look like. I've wal

The examination chamber sat deep under the palace, carved from the same black stone as the rest of Wintersaint. Cold. Windowless. Pale blue mage-lights lit it, making every face look bloodless.Twelve seats. Thirteen names had been called for the closed session.Astrid's seat was empty. The cushion untouched. Everyone noticed. No one mentioned it. In Wintersaint, an absence that obvious was a statement. She didn't need to watch the examination because she already knew what the mage would say — or because she had already argued against it somewhere we weren't allowed to hear.They made us stand in the center of the circle.Two royal examiners. One physician. One mage who specialized in old bindings. King Nikolai watched from a raised seat at the far end.The mage spoke first."Remove any clothing that interferes with the binding."Xavier's hand settled on the back of my neck. He unfastened the high collar of my dress himself, slowly and deliberately, until the Gleipnir was fully expose

Xavier left at dusk.I stared at the closed door, annoyed by how much I wanted him to come back.For the first time in days, I had the suite to myself. No guards hovering outside, no council members questioning my right to exist, no Xavier watching me as if I were another problem he couldn't afford to lose.You apologized to him. Ciel whispered.I picked up my glass. "I know."You knelt in front of him while Astrid's evidence was still on the table. You told him you were sorry his claim was threatened because of you."I was trying to help him."Were you? Or were you afraid he'd look at you differently if you didn't?I put the glass down.Ciel had been quiet since the examination. Now she seemed determined to make up for every word she'd swallowed."The decision was mine."The woman who survived The Pit wouldn't have knelt."I'm not that woman anymore."No. But she didn't crawl out of that place just to become someone else's possession.My jaw tightened.I walked to the window. Black b

The medical wing smelled of antiseptic, steel, and blood. Shirtless and bandaged, Matias leaned against the headboard, his pale face bruised but his eyes sharp with anger. An ignored drink sat nearby. Kaelen stood by the door while Atticus reviewed Matias's papers; Xavier closed the door behind us. Matias gave me a faint, crooked smirk. "Still wearing the jewelry, I see," he said. "I was starting to think the palace might have swallowed you.""You're one to talk," I answered. "You look like you lost a fight with a carriage.""I won," he corrected. "Barely. And I kept the important part."He nodded toward the papers in Atticus's hands.Xavier stepped forward. "Show me."Atticus spread the documents across the metal table: financial trails, encrypted emails, and a list of names. The Silverskiölds were involved, but they were no longer at the top.One name sat higher than the rest.Lord Edran Kane.King Nikol

Shortly after ten, a young attendant arrived with a silver tray and tea while I was halfway through the documents Matias had recovered from Kane's office. "Tea, my lady." "I didn't order any." "The kitchens sent it up." He set the tray beside my papers and stepped toward the door before I could ask for an explanation. "Who told you to bring it?" He paused. "I was instructed to deliver it here." "By whom?" "I don't know, my lady." He left before I could press him further. The door closed. Turning back to the documents, the faint scent of bergamot hit me, just as Ciel stirred uneasily within. Don't touch it. My hand stopped above the cup. Why? I leaned back in the silence, save for the ticking mantel clock. The tea and the tray looked completely normal, and that was exactly why I was worried. As I reached for the bell, Kaelen entered with a leather case, his gaze shifting from my face to the untouched cup. "You haven't drunk it?" "No. Ciel warned me." His expression