บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire Lycan King's Rejected Heiress : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Luca's POVWe moved steadily up the winding road toward the great gates. No one blocked our way. The soldiers and mages who had stood against us stood aside now, shields lowered, staffs resting on the ground, faces soft with doubt. Some watched wide-eyed as we passed; a few stepped forward to join our line, leaving the ranks they had served all their lives.Valerius remained where he had knelt, still bowed under the weight of everything he had learned. He did not follow, but he did not stop us either — an old man who had spent his life guarding walls, now facing the truth that walls were never what saved anyone.Lord Kaelen walked beside me, eyes fixed on the iron doors ahead. "Elara has sealed herself inside," he said. "Every ward, every ancient defense will be raised. She believes that if she holds the Citadel, she holds the truth — that keeping us out keeps the world safe. She does not understand she is only holding onto a memory of safety that ne

Luca's POVThe shell of light blew apart in a storm of shattering brilliance, fragments fading fast into thin air. The roar died instantly, replaced by the groan of strained stone. The whole structure shuddered, towers swaying, dust pouring from every ledge. Elara vanished from the battlement, swept back by the force of her own magic breaking loose, and the heavy iron gates groaned wide, buckled open by pressure they were never built to hold.Deep inside the mountain, a low, trembling hum rose up — not hostile, but hurt and confused, the ancient power shaken loose from the rigid shape forced upon it for centuries. It surged outward now, no longer commanded to divide, simply moving as it was meant to: vast, warm, alive, seeking balance and wholeness.Lord Kaelen's voice rose over the noise. "She bound it to one purpose too long! She twisted it until it could not bear the strain! Now it is free — and it will not be controlled again by fear or pride or

Luca’s POVWe stepped out from the great archway and into sunlight that felt softer, warmer, brighter than any I had ever known. The high walls stood still, but they looked different now — no longer cold barriers meant to keep people in or out, but strong stone that had held history and now stood ready to hold something new. The sharp, rigid lines carved into every surface had softened into flowing shapes, curves and loops and crossings that looked like rivers, or roots, or hands clasped together. The glow that once burned pale and harsh along the battlements now shone gold and gentle, spilling light wide across the slopes and fields below.People waited everywhere. Soldiers and mages who had once stood against us stood mixed with villagers, farmers, travelers, and families who had followed us here. They stood in no order, no ranks, no separate groups — just crowds of people, shoulder to shoulder, faces turned upward, eyes bright and wide, watching us come out. No one shouted. No one

Luca’s POVWe reached the valley floor as dusk settled soft and warm over the land. Lights glowed from every house and hall, strung along streets and paths, bright and welcoming. People came out to meet us — elders, workers, children running fast with laughter, their voices clear and happy in the cooling air. No one wore symbols of rank or status. No one stood apart or waited for permission to speak. They came as equals, as family, as one people bound not by laws or lines, but by trust and shared purpose.We walked straight to the great central square, where a wide open space had been cleared and prepared. New foundations stretched out around it, marking where schools, meeting halls, and places of healing would rise in the months ahead. Here, in the heart of everything we built, every direction led outward — toward fields, toward forests, toward roads that ran far beyond our borders to lands we had yet to know.Seraphina stepped up beside me, her gaze moving over the work in progress,

Luca’s POVThree days passed, and the air grew heavy with waiting. Messengers traveled out and back, riding hard across plains and hills, carrying words of peace and invitation to every border and every throne. We sent no demands, no threats, no claims of power. We only asked: come and see. Walk our roads. Speak to our people. Look at what we have built, and judge for yourselves whether it is danger or blessing, chaos or life.Most messengers returned with answers of caution or curiosity. Some lands sent delegates, small groups of elders and observers, men and women chosen to watch and listen and report back. But from the great kingdoms to the east and south, from the councils that still held fast to the old ways, came only silence. Then, on the third morning, riders arrived — fast, dust-covered, their faces tight with urgency.They brought word: armies were moving. Not raiding bands or border guards, but full forces, organized and disciplined, marching steadily toward our lands from