Chapter 41

The obsidian smoke twisted in the center of the sunlit room, coiling like a living thing that refused to be warmed by the morning light. The temperature in the suite dropped further, frosting the windowpanes, turning our breath into thick plumes of white."Who sent you?" Kaelen's voice vibrated through the floorboards, a low growl that shook the dust motes in the air. The gold fire in his eyes flared so intensely the air around his broadsword shimmered. "The Directorate is gone. The Obsidian Spire is ash."The black shroud hissed, a dry, rattling sound that scraped against the inside of my skull like iron filings dragged across a magnet."The Directorate were children playing with matches in the dark," the shadow rasped, its voice layered with hollow echoes that seemed to come from somewhere very far away. "They believed the void-magic was theirs to command. They believed the boy was a battery for their petty political ambitions. They were blind. The True Sovereign does not seek a thr

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Chapter 42

The heavy iron double doors of the royal council chamber swung open with a slow groan, breaking the tense silence that had hung over the long mahogany table for hours. Jaxon crossed the threshold, his plate armor dulled with dust from the outer bailey, a thick leather-bound ledger tucked under his arm.Kaelen didn't look up from the map spread across the table. He stood at the head of the chamber, shoulders squared, hands flat against the parchment, studying the western ridge where the Obsidian Spire used to stand. The gold fire in his eyes had settled into a steady amber, but the tension in his jaw gave away the sleepless night we'd all just had.I sat to his left, leaning back with a heavy ceramic mug of black coffee cooling between my palms. Leo was down in the royal apartments with a trusted guard detail, but the smoke-entity's words — ‘The True Sovereign has crossed the veil’ — were still echoing in my head, demanding answers the old stones of the keep didn't seem in a hurry to g

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Chapter 43

The tectonic hum vibrating through the flagstones of the Northern Keep grew into a deafening roar, shaking the air until our teeth ached. Above us, the jagged tear in the sky widened further, bleeding a sickly violet light across the bruised clouds and throwing long, distorted shadows over the enforcers scrambling along the high battlements.I gripped the hilt of Marcus's broadsword, boots sliding an inch across the trembling stone as a void-chilled gust swept through the bailey. The air tasted like ozone and old dust, with a metallic pressure that sat on my chest like an iron weight."Kaelen!" I shouted over the rising gale. "They're coming through!"He didn't answer right away. He stood rooted in the center of the bailey, braced against the shuddering keep, his molten gold eyes locked on the center of the fracture. The fury radiating off him was so intense it melted the frost forming around his boots, little wisps of steam curling up into the cold."Jaxon!" Kaelen barked, his voice

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Todos los capítulos de The Lycan King's Secret Heir : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 43

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43