Semua Bab The Lycan's Temporary Vow: Desired By The Lycan King: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Cedric, The Pack Healer pressed two fingers against the thick bandages wrapped around my knees and delivered the sentence in that calm, clinical voice that always scraped against my nerves. “Alpha, you cannot walk for six months. Use the wheelchair for every movement.” The pain did not lessen. It felt as if thousands of needles had been driven straight into the marrow of my bones. The slightest shift of weight sent white-hot agony racing up my spine until my vision blurred at the edges. My Alpha Wolf kept throwing itself against an invisible wall of dark energy, clawing and snarling without success. Cold sweat soaked through the sheets beneath me even though my skin held no fever. The air in the room smelled of antiseptic and my own blood. I seized the healer’s wrist. My claws punched through skin and drew a thin line of red. “Something is wrong with my soul. Do something. It feels like a filthy dark aura is boring into my wolf’s veins. Do fucking something.” He stepped

Novaretta, "So you want me to deal with a few inconvenient people in your household if necessary?" I asked, my nail tapping once against the glass table. The sharp click cut through the quiet of the study. "May I ask who they are?" Corvus leaned back in his chair, composure unbroken. Late afternoon light from the tall windows caught one side of his face and left the other in calm shadow. His presence filled the space without effort, the same dangerous quiet he had carried since the woods. "Anyone who defies your authority." I froze. For a full second I was certain I had misheard, that the words must carry some narrower meaning I had missed. Absolute authority. In a royal household. Offered to a woman he had met only twice. He noticed the shift in my expression and leaned forward just enough for the weight of his aura to sharpen. "I mean what I said. In this household, the next three hundred and sixty-five days will be under your absolute authority." He reached into his jacket a

Novaretta,Corvus was a monster.That was the final conclusion I reached after sitting through the meeting with his elders and ministers. In every pack I had ever known, the elders held the upper hand when major decisions were made. They spoke, the alpha listened, and the rest of the room followed. Here it was the opposite. Sitting in his chair while he occupied the one beside me, I watched him dismantle every ego in the room within minutes. For the first time I saw elders forced to answer for their own responsibilities instead of hiding behind tradition and age. Their carefully maintained authority cracked under the weight of his cold questions and even colder silence.I, his newly appointed Lycan Queen, paid almost no attention to any of it. Soft mushy dessert sat on a small plate in front of me, pale cream and fruit layered in delicate folds. I ate without care, letting the sweetness settle on my tongue while political knives were drawn and sheathed around the long table. The fact

Cedric,I could barely move. The bones had been crushed by that bastard, and now I could barely feel anything from the waist down. My Alpha Wolf was fighting with everything it had to heal me, but the recovery would take at least six months. Even then, I might never run the way an Alpha should. The thought alone made my blood boil. I was Cedric Valedor. I did not get broken. I broke others.I slammed the glass I had been holding against the wall. It shattered into pieces. A few sharp fragments cut my cheeks, but I did not care. Pain was nothing compared to the humiliation burning through me. How dare this happen to me? I had built this pack. I had given that woman everything, and this was the thanks I received.“Cedric.”A few voices came from outside. I turned my head toward the door as it slowly opened. My mother stood there with the Starwoods behind her. Behind them was a man in a sharp suit, carrying a black leather work bag. The sight of them made my jaw tighten. Of course they w

Novaretta, “I will handle it.” Corvus muttered coldly, but his hand was already closing around my wrist and pulling me right behind his tall protective figure. The grip was firm, almost proprietary, the kind of hold that said the next person who stepped closer would regret it. I couldn’t help but grin. Did this guy have a secret crush on me? The thought was ridiculous and entertaining at the same time. “Stop thinking so highly of yourself. He is the Lycan King.” Star rolled her eyes inside my head, her tone dripping with exasperation. I stuck my tongue out at her mental presence and followed him outside. The corridor smelled of polished wood and faint citrus cleaner. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows, catching on the gold embroidery of Corvus’s black coat. He moved like a storm given human shape—controlled, heavy, and dangerous. The moment we stepped into the open hall, a woman around twenty-five rushed toward us. Behind her trailed two elderly she-lycans and four bo