All Chapters of THE LYCAN KING’S OBSESSION : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Is he ever going to come meet me? I sat on the freezing stone floor, drawing meaningless patterns in the dirt with my trembling fingers, desperately trying to distract my mind from the agonizing hollow in my stomach. I had been trapped in this cold cell for over a month now or maybe longer. I don’t really know. Time had lost all meaning in the dark. But the worst part wasn't the passage of days; it was the psychological torment of how our tiny scraps of comfort were systematically stripped away. First, they took the mattress, leaving us to sleep on the jagged cold stone. Then the thick blankets vanished. Finally, the meals stopped coming entirely. Toby and I were starving, our bodies eating themselves from the inside out. Lately, even the thin, stale bread and watery soup given to the other prisoners bypassed our cell entirely. I lay awake at night, clutching my bruised ribs, wondering if this was the Lycan King's way of slowly killing us without wasting a blade. Or his way of

Fredrick was suddenly thrown to the wall with an invisible force. As the light disappeared. He quickly stood up and straightened himself before hurriedly leaving the dungeon. “Lillian, what just happened?” I asked “I’m confused too. I don’t know had just happened, whatever it was, worked in our favor or else our mate would have rejected us. “Hmm, that’s true.” I nodded. Few hours later, the door of my cell was kicked open with a heavy thud. Toby and I quickly jumped to our feet. I stared at the woman looming over me, her chest heaving with a quiet, simmering fury. From the cold, amber-brown color of her eyes, I recognized her instantly, she was the warrior from the border patrol, the one who had watched me collapse into the mud with absolute disgust. Up close, she was breathtakingly beautiful. She had long, midnight-black hair framing a flawlessly sculpted face. Looking at her, a familiar, bitter ache settled in my chest. It felt as though everyone in the Lycan Pack was ble

I had left the pack house that morning determined to ignore the ghost of the fated pull dragging at my every step. Something raw and primal kept clawing at my chest, demanding I turn around and go down to the dark cells, but I ruthlessly suffocated it. I was the almighty Lycan King. I had a summit with neighboring alpha factions, and I refused to let an insignificant, broken Omega rogue disrupt my kingdom's future. Yet, the moment our convoy crossed the pack borders, a dark, suffocating foreboding settled deep into my gut. “Something is wrong, Fredrick,” Vane warned, his mind-link heavy with an uncharacteristic, restless panic. “Drop it,”I commanded my wolf, pushing the unease aside. “Kendra is in full control. Nothing can go wrong.” But half-way to the summit, the discomfort in my chest sharpened into an agonizing knot. The bond was violently thrashing, screaming a warning so intense that my grip shattered the leather of the steering wheel. Unable to ignore the instinct, I

I sat on the edge of the massive mattress, my trembling hands folded tightly across my lap. I didn't know what to do with myself in the quiet. I couldn't see Toby yet—the guards told me the pack nanny would bring him soon, but the forced isolation was making my chest tighten with anxiety. My eyes wandered around the space. I had never been in a room this grand in my entire life. The walls were a soft, pristine cream, a massive wardrobe was built seamlessly into the far wall, and a dark oak door stood slightly ajar, revealing a glimpse of a private bathroom caked in marble. The bed beneath me was colossal, the sheets impossibly soft against my raw, sensitive skin. A heavy crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, catching the light. To anyone else, the room might have seemed simply elegant. To me, it felt terrifyingly vast. It was a room fit for a Queen—a title I was fundamentally unfit to wear. My thoughts drifted heavily to Fredrick. I wondered with a hollow ache if he wo

Zita left after some time, and Toby hadn't been brought back to the room. After lying under the soft covers for an hour, the suffocating silence of the grand room became too much to bear. I needed to see Toby. I needed to ensure he was safe. Ignoring Fredrick’s explicit command to stay put, I slipped out of the room. A cold dread gripped my stomach at the thought of what the King would do to me if he found out I had disobeyed him, but a darker, hollow part of my mind whispered: What can he do to you that hasn't already been done? Another beating? More torture? You are already used to it. His promise from the forest floor—I won't harm you—echoed in my mind, but I ruthlessly discarded it. Power always hurts the weak. He would break his word eventually. I stepped into the grand corridor, pulling the door shut behind me. The hallway stretched out endlessly in both directions, a maze of identical, heavy oak doors. I turned back, carefully studying the distinct grain of the wood and