All Chapters of The Lycan 's King Forsaken Mate.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Writer PovWith frantic gasps, Damon's chest rose and fell as he lay stretched across the stone sidewalk. As he strained to push himself up, blood oozed from the severe gash on his cheek and stained his lips. However, Kael had already placed his boot on his shoulder, forcing him back down with such force that he let out a new groan of pain. As the event played out, Rhea remained motionless, her heart thumping in her chest. The battle had been vicious—one-sided, quick, and merciless. She would concede that Damon had tried, but he had little hope against Kael. The Lycan King had battled with a cold, calculated rage that allowed no space for mistake; he was too strong and too accurate.After spitting blood onto the floor with a cough, Damon looked up at Kael with a look that was equal parts angry and resigned. He uttered the words, "Kill me," in a hoarse but defiant voice. "Or are you too cowardly to complete what you began?"Kael's lips curled into something that seemed almost delighte

Writer POVAs Rhea stood in the open training yard, the cold seeped through her flimsy tunic, and the morning air was harsh and merciless. In sharp contrast to Kael's castle's polished hallways, the stone beneath her feet was uneven and rough. She was surrounded by warriors, whose faces ranged from inquisitive to downright contemptuous. She felt the pressure of their stares as she swallowed forcefully. It was more than just training. This was an opportunity for them to witness the alleged weak Omega's self-humiliation. With his arms folded across his wide chest, Kael stood at the edge of the yard. His voice was sharp as he spoke, but his face was still unreadable. "Rhea, do you want answers? Next, earn them. Here, strength is the only factor that counts.She was aware of this. An examination. A penalty. Perhaps both. However, she refused to give up. An imposing figure with a sneer on his face advanced as a warrior. She recalled his name: Garrick. One of Kael's most devoted warriors

Rhea pov.There was an oppressive silence on the battlefield. The iron odor of death permeated the air, which smelled of blood and rot. Crimson seeped into my flesh like ink spread across paper as I stood in the middle of it all, my bare feet sinking into the slippery ground.In front of me, corpses extended in all directions; wolves, Lycans, and soldiers of all types, their bodies contorted in pain, their dead eyes gazing into space. I turned with cautious, hesitant steps, my pulse thumping in my chest, and a shiver ran down my spine.A whisper—a voice that seemed both familiar and alien—was carried by the howling wind.*Rhea.*I turned abruptly, and she was standing there.Originally, Jacqueline was the Luna Queen.At the same time, she was frightening and beautiful. Her dazzling golden eyes met mine with a ferocity that chilled me to the bone, and her silver hair fell over her shoulders. She was dressed in a flowing white robe that had not been touched by the blood all around us, b

Rhea pov.The floor was covered in long, swirling shadows as the candlelight flashed against my chamber's stone walls. It was too quiet in the room. Ever since the competition, I had been plagued by a persistent feeling of uneasiness. After proving myself, I should have felt triumphant, even empowered. Rather, I felt as though I were a pawn being maneuvered across an invisible board. With a sharp gasp, I combed through my tangled hair. Sleep had eluded me because my mind was too preoccupied with Kael's unreadable face, the warriors' whispers, and the indisputable fact that something inside of me was shifting. quicker than I could manage. More quickly than I could comprehend. The silence was broken by a gentle sound.Muscles coiling like a drawn bowstring, my whole body tensed. It wasn't loud; it wasn't even clear enough to qualify as a knock. But I heard it. A slight ruffle against the door's wooden surface. a change in fabric. a presence.Slowly, I stood, my bare feet making no sou

Rhea povPerhaps it was only the uneasiness that was curling in my stomach, but the castle halls were colder that night. I couldn't sleep since my thoughts were still clouded by what Kael had said the previous evening.*Either you are my greatest weapon or my greatest weakness.* I didn't have much time to think about that comment, but it hung around my neck like a thick chain. Something didn't feel right. Like a storm edging in before the first clap of thunder, the atmosphere inside the stronghold had changed. I sensed being observed. hunted. The Lycan Elders usually seemed to pause their conversation when I walked into a room, and I wasn't sure when I first noticed the whispering. The way their gaze stayed for an excessive amount of time. It happened. And I was determined to discover what it was. The --- With my bare feet making no sound on the cold stone, I walked carefully down the darkened hallways. I would have my head if Kael had discovered that I was skulking around the co