All Chapters of The Lycan King's Secret Triplets : Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

ValerieThe word was still in the air when the first shot cracked across the cliff.I did not wait to see where it landed. I threw myself forward and down, driving my shoulder into Elara's side before she could react. The blade came away from Jax's throat as both of them stumbled sideways."Jax, run!" I shouted.He scrambled free, his wrists still bound. I grabbed the back of his shirt and hauled him with me toward the rocks at the cliff's edge, away from the open ground where the rogues' rifles were already tracking.Behind me, the night exploded into noise. There were more shots. The bark of rifles overlapping each other. Over it all, a roar that I recognized as Dimitri's, already shifted, already moving.I pulled the silver dagger from my boot and cut the rope binding Jax's wrists in two strokes."Stay low," I told him. "Stay behind that rock and do not move.""Mama….""I mean it, Jax. Behind the rock."He dropped down without arguing this time. I turned back toward the fight alrea

NathanI had followed the royal transport from the city, keeping a careful distance, not entirely certain why I bothered until the convoy turned off the main road and began climbing into the mountains.By the time I reached the base of Obsidian Peak, the road was already blocked by fallen rock, exactly as the attendant at the gas station had warned the others. I abandoned my car and climbed the opposite face instead. It was a longer route, but a clearer one, guided mostly by the sound of gunfire once I drew close enough to hear it.I crested the ridge on the east side just as the fighting below reached its worst point."That is considerably more rogues than anyone mentioned," I said to no one in particular.I made my way down toward the fight, keeping low. I found Dante pinned behind a cluster of rocks, blood soaking through his fur, a boy crouched directly behind him."Nathan?" Dante managed, startled. He turned his head slightly, wincing as the movement pulled at whatever wound was

Elara The child had never mattered.I understood that fully now, in the space of a single breath, airborne above the shelf of rock with the dagger gripped tight in my hand. The ritual, the blood, the heart cut from the Sun-Luna's chest, all of it had been Rogers's obsession. A careful plan built on prophecy and politics and the slow accumulation of power.I had never needed any of that.I only needed Dimitri dead.If the King died by the soul-dagger, the bloodline that mattered would die with him. Not through some elaborate ritual requiring years of preparation, but through a single blade forged specifically to end exactly what he was.The curse would not matter anymore. The prophecy would not matter. Nadia's scrolls, the council's debates, Valerie's bloodline and her three precious heirs, none of it would matter once Dimitri was gone. Once the throne sat empty and ready for whoever moved quickly enough to claim it.I had moved quickly enough.Below me, his back was fully exposed. Bl

ValerieThe pain had settled into something strange, distant from me now, as though it belonged to someone else's body instead of my own.I understood, somewhere in the fading clarity of my own thoughts, exactly what was happening. And exactly what was not happening.This was not the ritual Rogers had planned. There was no altar beneath me. No circle of elders chanting ancient words. No ceremonial blade wielded with careful, practiced precision according to some prophecy written a thousand years before my birth.There was only a cold stone beneath my back. Rain mixing with blood. And a dagger that had never been meant for me at all, buried deep in my side by a woman who had aimed for someone else entirely.No heart-blood ceremony. No willing sacrifice offered with raised hands and solemn words.Just my body, moving faster than thought, placing itself exactly where it needed to be."Valerie." Dimitri's voice reached me from somewhere close. It sounded strange now, muffled, as though I