All Chapters of The Lycan king's Bride : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The throne pulsed with silver veins of power, the shadows curling around it like living tendrils. Lillian could feel it in her bones—the weight of what was about to happen. She was meant to sit there.Meant to claim what had been lost. But at what cost? The first queen stepped closer, her silver eyes locking onto Lillian’s. “You hesitate.” Lillian clenched her fists. “I know what this throne does. I remember what it did to me before.” The queen’s expression didn’t change. “And yet, you returned.” Aedric stood at Lillian’s side, his sword lowered but ready. “She came here to stop this, not become another sacrifice.” The queen barely glanced at him. “She does not need a sword at her side. She needs the truth.” Lillian’s chest tightened. “And what’s that?” The queen raised a hand, gesturing to the obsidian seat. “The throne is not just power. It is a trial. A test of will. You were never meant to rule with darkness, Lillian. You were meant to conquer it.” Lillian’s pulse pound

Lillian stood before the kneeling court, her heart pounding in her chest. They had chosen her—not a throne, not an ancient prophecy, but her. But loyalty, she knew, could be as fleeting as the moonlight. She had broken the chains of the past, but now she had to lead. She took a slow, steady breath, letting her gaze sweep over the nobles, warriors, and advisors who had ruled under the shadow of the Moonborn Throne for generations. Some had knelt out of genuine loyalty. Others, she knew, were watching carefully, weighing their next moves. “The throne is gone,” she repeated, her voice carrying through the hall. “But this kingdom still stands. Our people still need protection. And I will not abandon them.” A murmur spread through the gathered court. An older noble—Lord Veldrin, one of the most powerful voices in the council—rose from his knee, his sharp eyes narrowing. “You speak of ruling without the throne’s power, but what does that mean for us? The other kingdoms feared us beca

The First ThreatThat evening, as the city settled into uneasy calm, a scout arrived at the palace—his face pale, his breathing ragged. “Your Majesty,” he gasped. “A force marches on our western border. Banners of House Durnath.” Lillian’s blood ran cold. House Durnath. A rival kingdom, one that had long feared the power of the Moonborn Throne. It seemed they had wasted no time in testing her rule. She straightened, fire burning in her veins. “Summon the war council,” she ordered. “We ride at dawn.”The storm had come. And Lillian was ready. ----------------------------------------------The war chamber was a hive of tension. Candlelight flickered over the map as Lillian, Aedric, and her generals studied the incoming threat. The scouts’ reports confirmed the worst—House Durnath was not just testing their defenses. They were marching with an army. “A full legion,” General Cassius murmured, tracing the path of the advancing forces on the map. “They’re not raiding. They’re planning

The war tent fell into a charged silence after the agreement was struck. Aedric’s golden eyes burned into Gavriel, his posture tense, but he said nothing—for now. Lillian withdrew her hand, leveling Gavriel with a measured look. “You’ve secured an alliance. But know this—I will not be controlled, nor will I be used.” Gavriel’s smirk remained, but there was something sharper beneath it. “And that is precisely why I chose you.” Aedric exhaled harshly, stepping forward. “Enough.” His voice was a growl, rough from battle and barely contained fury. “We have won today, but the true war has not yet begun. House Durnath was only the first of many who will seek to challenge her claim.” His gaze flicked to Lillian, something unreadable flashing across his face. “We should return to the capital, strengthen our defenses, and prepare for what’s coming next.” Lillian nodded, her mind already moving three steps ahead. “Agreed. Fenros, oversee the wounded and ensure our dead are honored. Aedr

The council meeting adjourned, but the weight of treachery lingered in the air like the scent of a storm before it broke. As the lords and ladies filed out, murmuring amongst themselves, Lillian remained seated at the head of the table, her fingers tapping against the wood in thought. Aedric stood beside her, his golden eyes scanning the chamber. "At least one of them knows more than they're saying." "At least one?" Lillian scoffed, shaking her head. "I'd wager half the room has secrets they'd rather die than reveal." Lord Darius lingered near the doorway, his expression unreadable. "The timing of Gavriel’s assassination is no coincidence. His death was meant to send a message—to you, and to every noble who would consider supporting your reign." Lillian exhaled slowly. "Then it's time we send a message of our own." Cassian, standing with arms crossed, furrowed his brows. "You mean retaliation?" Aedric smirked. "She means control. If we strike blindly, we risk making enemie