Todos os capítulos de Surrogate for the Lycan King : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Chapter One Hundred and One: His precious Little Menace Zeus’s POV“Shut up and kiss me again Zeus.” She said boldly. The taste of her was still on my tongue when I pulled back just enough to see her face.Kelsey’s green eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, lips parted and already swollen from the way I’d taken her mouth. Her fingers were still fisted in the front of my shirt like she expected me to vanish if she let go. I could feel the rapid, uneven rise of her chest against mine. Every breath she took pressed her breasts into me, soft and full and maddening.I slid one arm fully around her waist and lifted her.She made a small, startled sound that turned into a breathy laugh as I set her on the edge of the desk. The scrolls shifted and tumbled to the floor but I didn’t care. My ceremonial coat was already half-unfastened; I shrugged it off and let it drop, leaving me in the dark linen shirt beneath.Her knees fell apart for me as I moved closer, allowing me to step between them unt

Chapter One Hundred and Three — The Shadow's MandateMalakai's POV "The reports from the compatibility hall are quite clear on paper, Lord Malakai, yet the practical reality within these walls suggests a very different truth."I traced a gloved finger along the rim of a cold silver chalice, keeping my eyes fixed on the flickering green flame dancing in the bronze brazier before me. Across my private study, Elder Thomas shifted nervously in his high-backed chair, his hands clenching and unclenching against the fabric of his dark robes. Thomas was a useful instrument when properly tuned, but like most men on the high council, he lacked the stomach for the long, quiet game. He wanted loud arguments and immediate decrees; he did not understand that true control was built in the silence between heartbeats."The King continues to shield her," Thomas muttered, his voice raspy with irritation. "He pushes his new administrative directives through the committee without our usual review, bypass

Chapter One Hundred and Five — The Obsidian AltarMalakai's POV"A secret is only as safe as the blood you spill to keep it buried."I muttered the old family proverb aloud into the damp, freezing air of the underground cellar, my hand steady as I slid the iron bolt out of the stone wall. The thick slab groaned on its rusted hinges, parting to reveal the dark, steep staircase leading down into the bowels of my family estate.While I waited for word from Kael in Oakridge, my mind found no rest. The pieces on the board were moving too fast. Zeus was tightening his grip on the council, and the human girl—Kelsey—was beginning to anchor herself too deeply into the heart of the fortress.I stepped through the threshold, pulling the door shut behind me, plunging myself into absolute silence.The steps down were long, winding down through layers of damp earth and ancient bedrock that had been hollowed out centuries before my birth. At the bottom of the stairs lay the altar room. It was a cave

Chapter One Hundred and Seven — Weight of the CrownROWAN POVThe heavy wooden doors of the royal laundry wing finally swung shut behind me, sealing in the scent of boiling water, heavy lye, and endless piles of linens that had threatened to suffocate me for the past ten hours.I let out a long, ragged breath, rolling my shoulders back as the cool evening air hit my face. My arms ached, my lower back throbbed with a dull, persistent fatigue, and my fingers were wrinkled and sore from scrubbing down the third-tier banquet cloths. Working as Kelsey’s primary handmaid was a privilege, but it was also a relentless, sun-up-to-sun-down trial of physical endurance. Between managing her wardrobe, assisting Varian in the apothecary when the drafts got too heavy, and keeping the east wing running without a single flaw, my days were entirely consumed by other people's needs.The gardens were my only escape.Whenever the noise of the palace grew too loud, whenever the heavy politics of the Lycan

Chapter One Hundred and Nine — The Whispers of OakridgeMalakai's POV I stood by the tall arched window of my private chambers, looking out over the dark expanse of the outer estate. The night air was freezing, but I barely felt it. My eyes stayed fixed on the courtyard below until the heavy velvet drape behind me rustled, signaling that my primary scout had slipped into the room completely unannounced.The scout dropped to one knee on the cold stone floor, pulling back his dark cowl. "Lord Malakai. The journey held a great deal of danger, but I have returned from Oakridge."I did not turn around immediately. I poured myself a small measure of dark wine, letting the quiet rustle of my robes fill the heavy silence between us. "You were gone longer than anticipated. I do not appreciate delays when the fate of the high council hangs in the balance.""Forgive me, My Lord," the scout murmured, his voice tight with fatigue and lingering fear. "King Zeus locked down the entire perimeter of