All Chapters of Forced To The Beast Lycan King: His Plump Little Wolf: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

**Eirian’s Pov**Vorath returned from his brief conversation with Kaelan with a moody expression. He tried to hide it, forcing his face back to normal, but I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes.I was tempted to ask what they had discussed, but I stopped myself. I had learned enough about him during my time here to know that Vorath opened up only on his own timing. Pressuring a man like him would only cause him to retreat further behind his icy walls. “Shall we?” He gestured at the heavy iron door.I nodded and followed him inside.The archive was full of dust and the smell of old parchment. The thick, papery scent filled my lungs as we crossed the threshold. He lit a few candles, and their weak glow revealed dust floating through the air. Shelves rose into the darkness on every side, packed tightly with ledgers and scrolls. Most of the writing on their spines had faded with age, making them difficult to read.“This section contains the oldest bloodline records,” Vorath expla

**Vorath’s Pov**The courtyard had dissolved into chaos by the time I reached it. Torches flared brightly in the dark as warriors shouted orders across the yard. Steel clashed with steel somewhere in the southern wall, the sound sharp and unrelenting in the cold night air.“My lord!” Kaelan's voice rose above the noise.He fought his way to me through the scattering guards. Blood had already soaked one sleeve, but he barely seemed to notice the wound.“Intruders. At least six of them. They came in through the eastern section using the old drainage grate. We thought it was too narrow for a man to pass through."“How many made it inside?”“Three confirmed. The others were killed in the breach.”He fell into step beside me as I moved toward the fighting, my blade already drawn in my hand. The years of war had trained my body to react without hesitation. My mind became cold and focused, taking in every movement around me.“My lord, they weren't trying to escape. They moved with a purpose

**Vorath’s Pov**I refused to allow anyone touch her.Bettin reached us within minutes, breathless and already giving out instructions to the healers following behind her.When one of my senior warriors stepped forward, reaching out his arms to relieve me of Eirian's weight, I violently turned my shoulder away from him. I didn't need to say a word; one look from me was enough. He instantly stepped back and bowed his head. I carried her myself. She was limp in my arms, her head resting beneath my chin, and her shallow, uneven breaths warm at my throat. The corridors blurred past, with the frightened, whispering faces of servants who had gathered at the sound of the alarm. Well, none of it mattered except getting Eirian to the healers.Bettin quickly cleared a table with a sweep of her arm, and I placed Eirian on it as gently as my shaking hands allowed. I refused to move away. My fingers remained loosely wrapped around her smaller hand as Bettin began examining her."My lord, I need s

**Vorath’s Pov**"Tell me who hired you." I sneered, my voice dripping with fury. "Or you'll lose the other arm as well. I have no patience for men who send blades after my Luna in the dark." The captured mercenary sat bound to a chair in the lower cell. His injured arm was bandaged tightly to his chest from the damage caused by Eirian's wolf the night before. His jaw was clenched, and sweat trickled down his forehead despite the cold air in the cell. His frightened eyes shot past me to Kaelan, who leaned casually by the door with his arms crossed, and his expression just as hard as mine."He won't break easily," Kaelan said as he drew near. "Professionals rarely do. Whoever hired him either paid enough to buy his silence or gave him a terrifying reason to fear speaking."I crouched in front of the mercenary until we were eye to eye. "Let me make this brutally simple for you," I whispered. “The fear you carry for your employer should not exceed the fear you carry for me." I leaned in

**Serelith’s Pov**The council chamber erupted in uproar as I made my way into the hall, pausing a bit near the doorway and listening carefully to their furious chatter. "He didn't even give us the courtesy of considering our request," Elder Aldric complained. His face was red with anger. "One paragraph, sharp as a blade and twice as insulting. He questioned our authority in front of the very courier we sent to him.""He humiliated Cormain," another council member added. I had never bothered to learn his name properly, as he held very little power. "A respected elder who nearly died serving this pack! Yet the Lycan King treats his recovery like a minor inconvenience instead of the serious matter it is." Now is the time, I thought, smoothing down the front of my dress. I forced a look of sympathy and profound concern onto my face before stepping out from the doorway and walking gracefully toward the center of the room. "Forgive my interruption, Elders. I couldn't help overhearing th