All Chapters of Mated To My Enemies! Lycan Kings Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mira POV I had just finished dressing and was heading toward the meeting hall when Adela, my ever-attentive aide, appeared at my side, her expression unreadable. She fell into step beside me, her hands clasped in front of her as she matched my stride. “Luna,” she said in a quiet tone, “there are people waiting to see you. They say they are from the clan’s shrine and claim to be the Voice of the Moon Goddess.” I slowed my steps and turned to her, my brows furrowing. “The Voice of the Moon Goddess?” The title itself was unfamiliar to me, but I had learned enough in my time here to know that the Moon Goddess was sacred to the people of Blackwood. Even in Kilmore, there were those who believed in her divine will, though I had never paid much attention to the spiritual side of things. Adela nodded. “Yes, My Lady. There are six of them, and they insist that they have an important message for you.” My curiosity deepened. “Did they say what the message is?” “No, My Lady,”

Mira POV Lucian’s eyes—those once familiar eyes—were now completely taken over by the beast. “Lucian!” Damien shouted, standing protectively in front of me as the monstrous creature roared, its claws dragging along the stone floor with terrifying force. He thrashed, wildly, furiously, knocking over everything in his path like a storm unhinged. Furniture flew into the walls. Metal cracked. And still, Lucian didn’t slow down. Damien tried again, reaching out not with words, but with something deeper—his connection to Lucian. “Come on, brother. You’re stronger than this,” Damien growled through gritted teeth, his voice rough with effort as he dodged the claws that came inches from tearing through him. “Fight it. This isn’t you.” But Lucian didn’t hear him. Or worse… he didn’t care. He lunged. Damien shoved me back, intercepting the blow. I screamed as they both crashed into a workbench. The wood shattered under their weight. I scrambled to my feet, heart pounding, li

Mira POV I was frozen, completely bewildered. My heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear the rest of their voices. Deep down, I had a hunch about this before, a quiet suspicion gnawing at my thoughts when I started connecting the fragments of everything I’d read and heard. But I had hoped, foolishly hoped, that I was wrong. That it wasn’t true. Yet, here it was, unfolding right before my ears. Lucian was cursed. I pressed my palm to my chest, trying to steady my racing heart. “Impossible,” Rowan snapped, his voice sharp with disbelief. “It can’t be. Magic? Witches? You’re speaking madness, Damien.” Damien’s tone was grave as he responded. “Then give me a better explanation. Tell me, Rowan, what else explains this? We’ve used every known herb and remedy, and yet he’s only gotten worse.” “You know as well as I do,” Rowan argued back, a growl curling beneath his words, “witches haven’t been seen or heard of in decades.” Their argument escalated, voices rising a

Mira POV I stood there, caught like a child with her hand in the honey jar. My mind scrambled for a believable excuse, but there was none. Kai’s stare pinned me to the spot, sharp and expectant. I swallowed, realizing there was no point in lying anymore. “I was going to the shrine,” I confessed, lifting my chin slightly, trying to salvage my dignity. “To meet with the Voices of the Moon goddess.” His eyes darkened instantly, his jaw tightening. I could feel the storm brewing in him, the way his chest heaved slightly as he fought to control his reaction. “To do what exactly, Mira?” His voice was sharp, but beneath it, there was something else — something like disappointment. “After everything I’ve told you? You still thought it wise to go behind my back?” I hated the way guilt twisted in my chest, but I held my ground. “I needed to understand,” I shot back, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I needed to understand what the moon goddess was trying to tell me. You mig

Mira POV To me, the shrine looked less like a place of worship and more like a dark, towering fortress. Its extravagant height scraped the sky, and sharp spires clawed at the clouds like talons ready to tear them apart. The whole place gave off an ominous presence, not at all the peaceful, serene haven I had imagined. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I followed Rowan inside. The moment we stepped through the arching doorway, I felt eyes on me. Curious eyes, cautious eyes. Despite that, the people there greeted us with warmth, even reverence. The devotees dipped their heads respectfully, hands clasped together in front of them. It felt strange, to be welcomed so generously in a place Kai had always painted as dangerous. There were not many worshippers. Only a few knelt silently in prayer, their lips moving soundlessly as if afraid to break the brittle silence. Most of the others were disciples in simple robes, busy with tasks around the shrine, tending to the few