All Chapters of Sold To The Ruthless Lycan King : Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

​Lyra's POV​The grand throne room felt even colder than the raging mountain blizzard outside.​Its vaulted ceiling disappeared entirely into deep, shifting shadows, supported by towering black marble pillars carved with the likenesses of snarling, ancient wolves. At the far end of the hall, the Lycan King's throne stood on a raised dais of jagged obsidian, glinting dangerously under the dim torchlight.​Everything about this room was explicitly designed to remind visitors of one absolute truth.​Power. Absolute, terrifying power.​I stood trembling at the foot of the dais, an iron chain clipped firmly to the heavy metal collar around my neck. It wasn't because Kael feared I would suddenly turn and run.​It was because appearances mattered in the Northern Court. A slave remained a slave, no matter how well they fought in the snow.​Beta Cassian stood as rigid as a statue to the King's right. Rows of heavily armored guards lined both sides of the vast hall, their expressions completely

​Lyra's POV​Varek's heavy boots kicked uselessly in the cold air, suspended three feet above the packed snow.​Kael held him aloft by his bare throat with a single hand. One hand.​The Black Fang leader's face had turned a deep, unnatural purple, his gnarled fingers clawing frantically and helplessly at the King's massive wrist.​"Put him down!" one of the remaining, terrified mercenaries suddenly shouted, raising a sword with trembling hands.​Kael's crimson eyes slowly shifted toward the man. The raw, predatory promise in that look was so severe that the mercenary immediately took a forced step back, his blade lowering.​Kael looked back at Varek, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly calm register. "Put you down?"​Varek's bloodshot eyes twisted with pure, suffocating panic.​Kael's grip tightened further. "No."​The horrific sound of cartilage and bone grinding filled the quiet courtyard. Varek's eyes bulged in their sockets.​I flinched, my whole body jerking back.​Kael notice

​Lyra's POV​The howl came again.​This time, the entire throne room violently shook.​Dust and fine mortar fell from the high, dark ceiling in heavy sheets. The massive candles lining the hall flickered erratically before dying out, plunging the room into chaotic shadow.​Somewhere far beyond the fortress walls, desperate shouts of soldiers echoed through the howling wind.​"Close the inner gates!""Get to the eastern wall now!""Where is it coming from?!"​Another bone-chilling howl answered them from the darkness.​Closer. Terrifyingly closer.​My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped bird. I couldn't draw a proper breath into my lungs.​Something was moving inside me.​It wasn't my heart rate spiking. It wasn't the frantic adrenaline racing through my blood. It was something else entirely. Something ancient, heavy, and vast. Something that had been sleeping deep within my soul for nine long years.​Kael turned sharply toward the trembling guard at his feet. "How many are ou

​Lyra's POV​The fortress had never sounded like this.​Horns screamed relentlessly from every granite tower. Steel clashed furiously down the dark stone corridors. Orders thundered like artillery from one end of the frost-covered mountain to the other.​The entire palace had ceased to be a home—it had become a weapon.​And I was standing directly at the terrifying center of it.​Kael walked beside me, his broadsword drawn and dripping with dark blood from the earlier skirmish. "Stay close."​I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. "I can fight."​His sharp crimson eyes flicked toward me briefly. "I didn't say you couldn't."​"Then why do you keep ordering me around like I'm made of glass?"​"Because you are completely inexperienced with the power waking up inside you."​I scoffed loudly. "And you are thoroughly annoying."​Cassian, marching directly behind us with a tightened grip on his double blades, suddenly let out a sharp cough. It sounded suspiciously like a smothered lau