Todos los capítulos de Surrogate for the Lycan King : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Chapter 91: Marcus POV "The ledgers from the third era don't match the current treasury reports, Marcus," Zeus’s voice echoed in my head, raw and heavy with the truth of Aurelia’s journal.I held the thick leather folder tighter against my ribs as I walked down the dim archways of the high archive corridors. The air smelled of old dust, dried ink, and cold stone. My mind was still spinning from what Zeus and Kelsey had shared with me earlier. The entries in Queen Aurelia’s hidden diary didn't just tell an old story; they laid out a blueprint. Generations ago, an unknown force inside the royal court had played a long, silent game of sabotage against the throne.Zeus had given me a single order: dig into the high court's modern administrative files. See if any current noble family was copying the exact methods of that ancient shadow.I pulled open the iron-bound door to the main historical record room, stepping into the quiet darkness. The royal library was usually empty at this hour,

Chapter Ninety-Three — Distracted by Desire"You're biting your lip until it bleeds, Kelsey."Rowan’s voice cut through the fog in my brain as she slapped a stack of freshly laundered linens onto the edge of my chamber table. I jumped, my hand flying away from my mouth like I'd just been caught doing something illegal."I am not," I lied immediately, pressing my thumb against my bottom lip where it still felt hot, swollen, and entirely too sensitive."You are," Rowan said, not even looking up as she began sorting the cloth. A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "You've been doing it since two days ago. Care to tell me what has you looking like a spooked rabbit?""Nothing," I snapped, perhaps a little too sharply. I turned around and stared hard out the window, pretending to be deeply fascinated by a dull grey cloud drifting over the palace courtyard. "Nothing is wrong. I'm fine. Everything is fine.""Right. And the sky is green."Rowan chuckled softly, shaking her

Chapter Ninety-Five — The TrapZeus POV I had given her forty-eight hours to keep pretending that the kiss had never happened.For two full days, I stood back and watched her maneuver through the palace like a shadow trying to outrun its own reflection. She ducked into side corridors the exact moment she heard me walking towards her direction. She buried her face in ledgers whenever I entered the council chamber, suddenly consumed by grain counts, border patrol logs, and tax rolls. She avoided me as though I might burn her, keeping to the far side of the room and pulling away whenever I came too close.It was ridiculous. Her discomfort was transparent and entirely useless.I knew exactly when her composure had cracked. The moment I kissed her in this very study, silencing her sharp tongue and leaving all her carefully built defences in ruins. She had tasted sweet, stubborn, and completely intoxicating, and I hadn't been able to get the memory out of my head. She ran because, for once

Chapter Ninety-Seven — Out in the OpenKelsey's POV I stood against the wall in the library for a long time after the door clicked shut behind him.My lips still burned where his thumb had traced them. My heart was pounding a wild, frantic rhythm against my ribs, and my legs felt like water. I had wanted to fight him, to throw his words back in his face, but he had stripped away every single excuse I had been hiding behind for the past two days.Lie to me all you want, Kelsey... but don't lie to yourself.I pressed my cold palms against my cheeks, trying to extinguish the heat flaming under my skin. I couldn't lie to myself. Not anymore. I hadn't run because I was angry. I had run because the sheer weight of what was happening between us scared me far more than any ancient curse or corrupt council ever could.Sleep didn't come easily that night, but for the first time in weeks, my dreams weren't filled with blood locks or dark vaults. They were filled with golden eyes, the warm scent

Chapter Ninety-Nine — The Sovereign’s Verdict Zeus's pov The doors of the High Council chamber closed shut behind me, the sound echoed off the long marble pillars like a clap of iron. I walked into the hall at my own pace, my leather boots hitting the polished floor with each step. The air smelled of old parchment and expensive wax, mixed with the nervous sweat of the thirty senior lords waiting inside. They had clearly hoped I would arrive late, but I had no intention of giving them that satisfaction. As I entered, every conversation died instantly. The hushed whispers that had been filling the vaulted chamber vanished, replaced by an oppressive, suffocating silence. I didn't spare a glance for the lesser lords seated in the lower tiers. My eyes swept straight up the raised dais to where Malakai sat among the executive elders. He looked entirely undisturbed, his dark ceremonial robes draped neatly over his shoulders, his hands folded loosely over a folder resting on his desk. Hi