บททั้งหมดของ My Alpha Lost Me To The Lycan King : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

**King Alaric**Seraphina's soldiers closed the ring tighter, and for a breathless moment, no one in that clearing seemed certain whose side the steel was actually pointed toward."You'd threaten the crown's mate," I said, stepping forward despite Elise's hand catching briefly at my sleeve, "in the middle of a battlefield you just claimed to be cleaning up?""I'd remind the crown," Seraphina said coolly, "that a bloodline capable of tearing weapons from soldiers' hands with nothing but rage and instinct is precisely the kind of unregulated power the council has spent centuries legislating against. Ashgrave's methods were crude. That doesn't make his underlying concern baseless.""My underlying concern," Elise said, stepping forward despite the blood still drying on her palm, "is that everyone in this clearing keeps discussing my bloodline like a resource to be divided rather than a woman standing directly in front of you."Seraphina's gaze flicked to her, something almost admiring ben

**King Alaric**The ring felt suddenly heavier on my hand than it had in thirty-two years of wearing it."That's not possible," I said, though even as the words left me, some old, buried unease stirred beneath them — a discomfort I'd never examined closely enough to name. "This signet has passed through my bloodline for six generations. My father wore it. His father before him.""And where did *his* father claim it came from?" Elise's mother asked, her voice steadier now despite the tremor still running through her hands. "Because the sigil etched into that ring isn't Lycan craftsmanship, Your Majesty. I'd know it blindfolded. My own mother traced that exact design into my palm when I was a child, teaching me which bloodlines to trust and which to fear."I turned the ring slowly in the torchlight, studying the twin fangs curved around the central emblem — a design I'd never once questioned, inherited without ceremony, simply *known* to be the crown's mark since before I could speak."

**King Alaric**The words landed like a blade to the chest, and for one furious heartbeat I nearly forgot the fresh binding still warm in my blood."Corwin's granddaughter," I said. "Lyra.""Yes, Your Majesty. The healers moved her south an hour ago, exactly as you ordered, along a route we believed secure.""Secure from Ashgrave's forces," Elise said sharply, "not from Lucia, who knows every route this palace has ever used because she spent months here pretending to be an ally."Corwin, still bound and guarded near the hall's edge, let out a broken sound. "Lyra. Moon Goddess, not Lyra—she has nothing to do with any of this, she's a *child*—""She has everything to do with it," I said grimly, "the moment Ashgrave realized she's the exact kind of leverage that turned his own steward against a king he'd served for twelve years."I turned to Reyes, who straightened instantly despite the exhaustion carved into his face, some fragment of the trust I'd nearly lost tonight already rebuilding

**King Alaric**The words on that scroll rearranged everything I'd believed about twenty-six years of friendship into something considerably uglier.*The child will draw the healer's power from her more efficiently than any blade could. Ensure the ambush coincides with the caravan's departure. Once she collapses from the strain, Ashgrave's men should find little resistance in retrieving what remains of value.*No signature. There didn't need to be one. I recognized the elegant, unhurried hand from a thousand childhood letters, a thousand court missives, a lifetime of correspondence I'd never once thought to scrutinize this closely."She knew," I said, my voice gone flat and cold in a way that frightened even me. "She knew exactly what pushing Elise to heal someone would cost her. She *planned* for it.""There's more, Your Majesty." Reyes's face had gone ashen in the pre-dawn light. "Priestess Ysolde was carrying instructions for after tonight, in case the ambush succeeded. Isabeau int

**Elise**The vision had torn through me the moment I woke, sharp and disorienting, golden threads of the binding still humming faintly beneath my skin.I saw Claire's face. Saw ledgers, formulas, the careful, methodical betrayal of years I'd trusted her completely. And beneath it, woven through like a second current, I saw something far worse — the binding Alaric and I had sealed only hours ago, its ancient threads stretching outward from my blood in ways I hadn't understood until this exact, terrifying moment."Alaric." I struggled upright the instant he burst through the door, ignoring Maeve's protest and the exhaustion still dragging at every limb. "The binding — it's not contained to just us. It's tied to my entire bloodline's gift, and Fertiva-X was built from that same gift."He crossed the room in three strides, taking my hands carefully in his. "Explain. Slowly.""When I sealed the rite with you," I said, forcing my thoughts into order despite the fog still clouding them, "I