Todos los capítulos de The Wolf Kings choice : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

My stepmother lay crumpled against the splintered wall, coughing up blood from the violent kinetic shockwave of Lycan's shield. Yet, even with her body broken and her pride shattered, her survival instincts remained as toxic as ever. Seeing Lord Silas raising his sword and signaling his heavily armed squad to advance, she panicked. She knew that associating with us right now was a guaranteed death sentence. Ignoring the agony in her ribs, she dragged herself across the dusty, blood stained floorboards. Her heavy iron chains rattled against the wood as she crawled toward Lord Silas’s boots like a pathetic, wounded animal. "Lord Silas, please... wait!" she wheezed, leaving a trail of smeared blood behind her. She craned her neck to look up at the furious Armory Lord, completely turning her back on me. "You heard her! You heard the ungrateful wretch! Amy is no longer a member of my family. I have formally disowned her!"Silas paused, his cruel eyes flicking down to the groveling woman

The heavy, silver-loaded firearm trembled in Regina’s blood-soaked hands. The metallic click of the hammer pulling back echoed like a death knell in the ruined blacksmith shop. "Regina, you are out of your mind!" I shouted, my voice tearing through my throat. I tried to step forward, but Lycan’s massive, unyielding arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me firmly pinned behind him. Regina let out a shrill, hysterical laugh that sounded like shattering glass. Her eyes were wide, bloodshot, and completely devoid of sanity. "Out of my mind?" Regina spat, her chest heaving as she kept the barrel aimed directly at Lycan’s heart. "Victor and I paid dearly for this! Look at the humiliation you’ve caused us! Look at the fortune we lost today, all because of your pathetic defiance! Now, I am going to make the two of you suffer for every single bit of it."Realizing that Lycan’s Shadow Guard was momentarily frozen by the threat of the silver bullets, Victor finally found a shred of his rotten

"He... he is just a blacksmith," Silas stammered, his voice a hollow, broken rasp. The Armory Lord was bleeding profusely into the mud, his hands frantically clutching the charred, smoking stump where his right leg used to be. His mind simply could not bridge the gap between the impoverished peasant he had sneered at all morning and the terrifying, royal deity standing before him. "He is a blacksmith!" Silas screamed, his eyes rolling wildly in a desperate search for a reality that no longer existed. "He fixes horseshoes! He has nothing! How can he be the Crown Prince?!"Lycan didn't even dignify the pathetic, bleeding man with a glance. With a careless, powerful flex of his shoulders, Lycan completely shattered the remaining iron and silver links that had draped over him. The heavy metal clattered uselessly to the floorboards. He instantly turned his back on the Armory Lord and dropped to his knees right in front of me. His massive, calloused hands moved with a terrifying speed a

Through the swirling blue fog of the mystical glass, the Overall Emperor let out a heavy, resigned sigh. He could see the absolute, unyielding determination burning in his grandson's crimson eyes. Lycan would burn the entire world to ash before he let anyone threaten his mate. "All right, you stubborn whelp," the Emperor finally conceded, his deep voice vibrating through the quiet underground room. "Have it your way. Keep her hidden until the capital is secure. But I will not allow my new granddaughter-in-law to enter this family empty handed. The welcome gift I cooked up for her... I have instructed Vane to drop it off at your little blacksmith shop's backyard as we speak."Before Lycan could protest the extravagant gesture, the magical connection severed. The blue light within the glass artifact faded to a dull, ordinary gray. Lycan dragged a heavy hand down his face, letting out a breath he felt like he had been holding for hours. But before he could even process his grandfather'

It had been four days since Lycan had packed his heavy leather bag and marched out into the freezing winter snow to head to the border. The underground forge had felt terribly empty without him. Without his deep, comforting voice, his warm hands, or the way he would gently pull me into his chest at the end of the day, the silence of the house had become too loud. I missed him terribly, but I didn't want to just sit around doing nothing while he worked so hard to provide for our unborn baby and me. I wanted to help. I wanted to be useful. That gentle determination was what led me to find work in town at a high-end boutique. The store was a beautiful, elegant place, filled with the kind of luxury I had only ever seen from afar. The polished wooden walls were lined with racks of breathtaking silk dresses and heavy velvet winter gowns. Across the room, glass shelves held beautiful, handcrafted leather bags with gleaming silver clasps. And arranged beautifully in the center of the