All Chapters of Sold to the Lycan King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Morwenna's POVSmoke curled from the eastern towers, faint but rising. It hadn’t come from the fires Leofric and I had quelled. This was new. Distant. Controlled. Like a signal.I stood on the edge of the battlements, wind tugging my hair loose, the cracked shard tight in my grip. Below, the army at the gates didn’t move, didn’t shout. They waited. Aedric waited. And beside him, that obsidian-eyed woman remained unnaturally still.Sabine joined me, her cloak billowing. “They won’t wait long.”“Then they’ll die tired.”She glanced sideways. “That power you tapped into... it left a mark. On you. On him. It’s not done.”I didn’t answer. I knew. I could feel it now, slithering under my skin. Something half-awake. Half-hungry.Leofric was in the war chamber below, drafting last defenses with what remained of the loyal High Guard. He thought we had time. I didn’t.“You knew she was coming,” I said to Sabine, eyes fixed on the obsidian woman.Sabine hesitated. “I dreamed of her. Before you e

Leofric's POVSmoke bled into the sky, curling into the clouds like a promise we couldn't keep. The edge of the ruins stank of blood and wet ash. Bodies of rogues lay broken in the mud, teeth bared in death, eyes glassed over. But none of them were her.She stood beneath the twisted arch of what used to be a temple gate, draped in a cloak of night. Obsidian eyes met mine, and the same pulse that had flared between Morwenna and me thrummed faintly in the air. It wasn’t power. It was recognition.Morwenna stepped beside me, breath sharp in her throat. "She’s waiting.""For you."The woman didn’t speak. Not yet, she looked at Morwenna like a historian might study an ancient text—curious, reverent, but also calculating. She moved with a grace that made the earth hold its breath."Daughter of ruin," the woman finally said. Her voice didn’t echo. It struck.Morwenna didn’t flinch. "Who are you?""The one who came before. The one you might become."I moved slightly in front of Morwenna, just

Morwenna's POV Smoke curled around me like a living thing, rising from the wreckage of the council chamber. I stood at the edge of the broken dais, staring at the blood-soaked stone where the High Seer had fallen. His robes still smoked. No one moved him. No one dared speak.I had spoken the ancient words. The ones etched into my bones. And the curse answered.Behind me, the silence cracked. I heard Leofric’s boots scuff over the shattered marble as he approached. His steps were slower than usual—he was still recovering from the last backlash. From me."You shouldn't have done it," he said, his voice low."They voted to strip me of my title. Sabine too. What other choice did I have?"He didn’t argue. That terrified me more than shouting would’ve.I turned to face him. "They were going to sentence me. For what I might become.""And now they're ashes.""Not all. Just enough."I could feel it now—the power stirring under my skin, restless and aware. The celestial side of me had awakened

Morwenna’s POVStarlight pulsed from the gashes across my arms, dripping in slow, shimmering rivulets that hissed when they met the frozen stone. Every breath scraped like broken glass in my lungs, but I was back in my body, alone—if clinging to your own sanity can be called alone. The third me, the mirror me, the prophecy’s puppet—all gone or caged somewhere deep. I could feel their claw marks on the inside of my mind, still hot and weeping. Yet my heartbeat was my own again, and that was enough to stand.Leofric steadied me with a hand on my shoulder. His palm trembled, though he tried to hide it. Around us the courtyard lay in tatters. Sabine’s spell circle sputtered, its runes fading beneath drifting ash. A dozen guards knelt, blades raised against shadows that no longer existed. For one breathless moment it felt like the world had paused, shocked by what had nearly slipped through.I lifted my gaze to the gate. The celestial woman and the girl—my other faces—were gone. No portal,

Morwenna's POVPain didn’t come with screams anymore. It came with silence, with stillness so vast it felt like being trapped in the echo of a star dying. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or dead, but I floated inside a memory that wasn’t mine and yet entirely was.Flashes: a battlefield soaked in gold light, Leofric crumbling under the weight of some unseen force, Sabine's voice shouting spells in a language I didn’t know I knew, and then the girl with my face, that third version of me dragging me deeper into the fracture of time.When I opened my eyes, the world was sideways.Stone beneath me. Cold, wet and alive.I was in the ruins of the inner sanctum. The place where the Old Kings once spoke to the stars.But I wasn't alone.Leofric knelt beside me, covered in blood that wasn’t his. His eyes locked on mine like he didn’t believe they were real. "You're back.""Back from where?"He didn’t answer. Just pressed his forehead to mine, breathing like he was afraid I had vanish if he bli