The Lycan King’s Broken Mate
Haga Krisztina darkness insidewhy am i still here just to suffereven in darkness, she chose to risefalling into the darkness
I did not flinch, yet the air froze in my chest.
“She… she is your daughter,” I whispered.
His gaze darkened.
“And whom do you think she inherited her power from? Do you believe the Moon’s embrace alone can make her rule with her dreams?”
Pause. Softer, almost tender:
“I am her father. The shadow she never knew but always felt. And now it is in you as well. What I touched, blood never forgets.”
I closed my eyes. Two visions flared: Nyra in the council, eyes blazing, hands guarding her belly; and me, long ago, a boy who came here begging for aid.