Todos os capítulos de The Lycan King’s Forgotten Wife: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

ARDEN POVMy eyes opened to pale gray sunlight pouring through the wide glass window.The chair beside my bed was empty. The dark wooden legs rested on the rug, but the seat was bare. No coat hung over the back. No footsteps lingered on the floorboards. Ronan was gone.The small glass jar of blue moon-root balm sat on my nightstand next to a damp white hand towel. Beside the jar lay a folded piece of heavy cream paper, stamped with the silver crest of Aurelian Tower.I sat up slowly. My neck throbbed with a dull, aching heat. I reached up and touched the skin below my jaw. The blue ointment had dried into a thin, cool film, but the outline of Garrick's heavy fingers was already turning dark purple against my skin.I picked up the paper and unfolded it.The typing was sharp, black, and perfectly aligned:To the Medical Detail,A routine security audit of the lower service corridors is under way. Guard Garrick has been released from service following a failed audit. All other staff will

ARDEN POVShe pulled back, her hands gripping my arms firmly as her sharp eyes searched my face in the dim streetlight. She gasped when her gaze caught the edge of the dark medical wrap peeking out from beneath my high collar."What did they do to you?" Mira’s voice cracked, her eyes widening with rising panic. "What is that on your throat, Arden? Did they hurt you?""No, it's not what you think," I said, catching her wrists gently to calm her trembling hands. "It's a long story.""Starting with how Darius traded me like a sacrificial pawn to keep his corporate license," I said bitterly, guiding her toward the sheltered overhang near the basement service entrance. "The Lycan council needed someone who could purge synthetic rot, and my blood worked. But I couldn't write or text you—guards were posted outside my door twenty-four hours a day. I had to bribe a laundry maid with my last saved change and a promise of five hundred dollars just to get a basic charging cord smuggled.""Five hu

ARDEN POV"I told them no!" the clerk said, his eyes wide with genuine fear. "I had never seen either of you before tonight! Please, lady, you need to go. If they find out I talked to you, I will lose my job!""Thank you," I said softly, pulling my medical badge off the counter.Mira and I turned and walked quickly out of the office, letting the heavy door click shut behind us. We moved down the dimly lit hallway until we reached the quiet shelter of the emergency exit stairs.Mira grabbed my arm, her expression tight with sudden anxiety. "Arden, this is dangerous, what of the guards, If they realize you were here, they’ll lock down Aurelian Tower completely.""Which means I need to get back before my guard detail realizes I'm missing," I said, patting the pocket where the USB drive rested. "I have what we came for.""How are you getting back?" Mira asked, looking down at my soaked boots and thin jacket. "You can't walk four miles in a torrential downpour, and waiting on a late-night

ARDEN POV"I don't need anyone to protect me," I said, bracing my feet against the floorboards. "And I didn't ask Ronan to protect me.""Liar!" Celeste spat. Her dark mascara smudged slightly at the edge of her left eye. "You came back here to steal everything that belongs to me. You want my position. You want my title. You want the court to forget who I am!"A slow, cold smirk touched my lips, sharp and entirely devoid of warmth."I never wanted to come to this place, Celeste," I said, holding her desperate glare without flinching. "If you have any doubts, feel free to ask your beloved father. But then again, you already know the real reason I'm standing in this hallway—I practically saved you."I let the smirk linger, watching the color drain from her face as the truth settled heavily in the air."So by all means, continue on with your lies," I added softly, my voice dripping with quiet contempt. "Keep building your life and taking what isn't yours on a foundation of pure deception.

ARDEN POVMy jaw tightened. "That is a lie. She was waiting outside my door. She shoved me first, and""Three court ladies have already signed written statements confirming her account," Lucian interrupted smoothly. "They swear they saw you attack Lady Celeste without warning. The court is assembled, and King Ronan is waiting for you.""Three court ladies?"I let out a sharp, incredulous scoff that echoed off the cold stone walls of the hallway. I knew I wasn't losing my mind, and I certainly wasn't blind. If we were counting actual witnesses to the spectacle in that corridor, the total headcount during the scuffle hadn't even reached two people. There was me, there was Celeste, and a few seconds later, there was Mercy—the terrified laundry maid who had dropped her metal tray of towels into the puddle of broken ceramic. That was it. One trembling human being trying her best to clean up a mess and escape before Celeste could have her fired. Not a crowd. Not an audience. Just one terrif