บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan Ceo Unclaimed Twins: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I closed my eyes. For three years, I had used my mother's ancient spell to suppress my royal aura. I had made myself smell like water and dust. I had made myself look small so the global Lycan hunters would never find the last daughter of the silver line.No more.I let the mental wall drop.A sudden, freezing wind seemed to rush through the closed office. The lights overhead flickered once, twice, then stayed dim. Deep within my spirit, a roar louder than any Alpha's wolf woke up. It was pure silver energy.Kaelen gasped. He staggered backward, his knees hitting his heavy leather chair. The glass of whiskey on his desk began to vibrate. Small cracks spread across the crystal face of his expensive wall clock."Violet... what... what is this?" Kaelen stammered. His eyes grew wide with sudden, primal fear. His inner wolf was trying to force him to his knees. The air in the room became too heavy to breathe. "Your scent... it's...""My name is not Violet," I said. My voice sounded deeper

The terminal hallway was dead silent. The royal guards stood frozen like stone statues. Nobody dared to breathe.King Dominic did not put Leo down. His massive arm held the four-year-old boy securely against his chest, his large fingers gently smoothing over the glowing silver fur on the child’s small hands. Leo did not look scared at all. He reached out and touched the gold royal crest pinned to Dominic’s custom-tailored suit jacket."Seraphina," Dominic repeated, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration that made the marble floor hum under my feet. His golden-brown eyes burned into mine with a terrifyingly possessive intensity. "I will ask you one more time. Whose children are these?"My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird. The cool, untouchable corporate auditor mask I had worn all morning was cracking from the inside out."They are my children, Your Majesty," I said, my voice tight but clear. I stepped forward, holding out my arms to take Leo back. "They are

The static in the walls died down as quickly as it had begun, leaving a silence in the penthouse so absolute it felt heavy. I didn't move. My instincts, honed by five years of surviving in the cutthroat corridors of Apex Global, screamed at me to analyze the environment before making a single sound. I pulled the children toward the center of the room, away from the decorative moldings where the transmission had originated."Leo, Lyra, stand behind the sofa," I whispered, my voice barely audible. They obeyed instantly, their young faces mirroring a maturity that was far beyond their four years. They knew something was wrong; they could feel the shift in the air pressure as clearly as I could.I didn't panic. Panic was a luxury I had surrendered the day Kaelen threw me into the rain. Instead, I began to "audit" the suite. I walked the perimeter, my hands gliding over the velvet drapes, the oak panels, and the expensive art hanging on the walls. I wasn't looking for a door; I was looking

"Run!" I screamed, grabbing the twins and diving back into the corridor just as the cell wall exploded outward.Black, viscous smoke filled the air, smelling of rot and ancient dust. Kaelen didn't chase us; he stood in the doorway, his body contorting as he spoke in a language that sounded like tearing metal. The corridor lights flickered and died, leaving us in total darkness."Mommy, they're here!" Lyra yelled.I didn't look back. I sprinted toward the elevator, but the doors were already sealed. We were trapped in the lower dungeon levels. I could hear the sound of boots—dozens of them—approaching from the main entrance. The Council hadn't just been watching us; they had been waiting for us to expose our location.I turned into a storage alcove, pulling the twins behind a stack of crates. I needed a distraction. I tapped into the server again, using the last of the King’s override code to trigger the prison’s fire suppression system.Whoosh.Thick, white fire-retardant foam filled

I stared at the monitor, my fingers flying across the keyboard. The technician was paralyzed, not by a physical strike, but by the sheer, overwhelming feedback I was pouring into his headset. I had rerouted the palace’s audio-loop to blast him with a frequency that would make his own teeth ache. He slumped over the console, unconscious."Mommy, what are you doing?" Leo asked, his eyes reflecting the blue light of the screens."I’m finding out where they sent the data," I said, my focus singular.I scrolled through the files. The Council had been archiving everything—not just our audio, but our biometrics, our heart rates, and, most disturbingly, the fluctuations in the twins' silver energy. It wasn't just research. It was a roadmap for weaponization.I hit the "Archive Transfer" log. The destination wasn't a standard government IP address. It was a private server located in the Imperial Dungeons—the same place where Kaelen was being held.My breath hitched. Kaelen.I hadn't thought ab