Todos los capítulos de The Lycan King’s Forgotten Wife: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Arden POVYears later I shoved open the heavy metal doors and stepped out into the freezing air. The sky was a pale, washed-out grey. Cold rain hit my face, making me shiver inside the thin, stiff cotton jacket the prison had issued me.Behind me, the iron gates of Irongate Prison slammed shut with a sharp, heavy bang. The thick bolt slid into place. The sound rang out across the empty gravel driveway, but I did not turn around.Seven years were finally over. I looked down at the wet gravel. My boots donated from the prison discharge bin—were worn, the leather peeling near the toes. In my left hand, I held a clear plastic bag provided by the intake clerk. Inside was everything the state allowed me to leave with: thirty-two dollars in crumpled discharge cash and a cheap, refurbished prepaid phone with a cracked screen that the prison social worker had handed me at the desk.Nobody was waiting for me. The road leading away from the prison was completely empty, stretching out between ta

Arden pov My heart hammered against my ribs as I grabbed the paper. My thumb smeared the fresh ink as I read the bold text printed across the middle:DISPOSITION: CLOSEDSUBJECT A (MALE INFANT) — TRANSFERRED / ADOPTED INTERNATIONALLYSUBJECT B (FEMALE INFANT) — TRANSFERRED / ADOPTED INTERNATIONALLYSTATUS: UNREACHABLE / RECORDS PERMANENTLY SEALED BY MARCELLIS BIOTECH LEGAL COUNSELI stared at the words, my vision blurring. "Adopted internationally? Unreachable?""It means they are out of the country," the clerk said, picking up her pen. "They were placed with private international guardians years ago. There are no contact addresses, no registry numbers, and no visitation pathways. The file is closed."I shook my head, my eyes scanning down to the bottom of the form.Something was wrong.The date of the transfer was listed as November 12th—two days before I actually gave birth. The official seal at the bottom of the form wasn't the emblem of the State Family Court; it was a generic co

Ronan POV My throat burned like I had swallowed hot coals. I sat at the head of the heavy mahogany table in the upper council room, my right hand resting flat against the dark wood. Across the room, two elders were arguing over land rights in the eastern territory, their voices rising with every passing minute. "The eastern border requires extra guards, Your Majesty," Elder Vane said, leaning over his papers. "The rogue packs are pressing closer." "The border is fine," I said. My voice sounded rough, even to my own ears. A sudden, sharp pain flared beneath my ribs. It felt like a thin silver blade digging directly into my side, twisting slowly. I tightened my jaw, pressing my palm harder against the edge of the table to keep my shoulders straight. My wolf, Aurel, growled deep inside my chest. He was agitated, pacing back and forth in my mind, but his strength felt strangely muffled—like trying to roar underwater. Heal it, I commanded my wolf. Nothing happened. The pain did not

Arden Pov I tapped Mira’s text with my thumb, standing on the wet gravel outside the Marcellis gates.Arden: I'm outside the main gates. Pick me up.Five minutes later, headlights cut through the heavy rain. Mira's sedan pulled up to the curb. I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, my wet clothes soaking the leather."Are you alright?" Mira asked, looking at my scraped knees and soaked hair as she drove away."Darius threw me out," I said, holding the prepaid phone tightly. "What did you find in the logs?""The paper trail for the adoption is buried under four dummy corporations," Mira said, keeping her eyes on the road. "I pulled two manifest entries pointing to a private transfer facility near the northern border, but I need time to cross-reference the driver names. You're staying at my place while I work."For three days, I stayed in Mira's apartment. She gave me clean clothes, warm meals, and a place to sleep. We sat at her table, comparing Marcellis Biotech's corpor

Arden pov "Worse," Lyle muttered, leaning against the doorframe. "Top-tier suits are wandering around Black Hollow. Not enforcement, either. Medical recruiters."I paused, needle halfway through a sterilization tray. "Recruiters? Down here?""They aren't looking for street medics to work a desk, Arden," Lyle said, his voice dropping to a low raspy whisper. "Word spread up the chain. The high-district hospitals—the ones catering to council families—are running into dead ends with whatever's going around. Their fancy certified staff can't handle non-standard toxins. They're scouring illegal clinics for unlicensed diagnostic talent—people who know rare cellular reactions and off-the-books chemistry without filing state reports."Lyle looked at me, his eyes sharp with an unspoken admission. "I told them I had a lead researcher working my night shift. Someone who sets a Lycan radius in seven minutes flat and actually knows rare toxicology."Before I could demand to know why he had put a s