All Chapters of Discarded by the Alpha, Claimed by the Cursed Lycan king : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

LORA'S POV "I have to admit, they genuinely exceeded their father's reputation. They are the youngest and quickest successors to overcome the Truthbound Maze," Ronan confessed, unable to conceal the respect and pride woven into his voice. Syrah smiled brightly at him, her once young face now more mature, her eyes holding more insight far beyond her age. “We did really well, didn’t we, Uncle Ronan?” Ronan blinked slowly. “Uncle?” he repeated softly. A low laugh left his lips, filled with surprise and amusement. He looked at me, silently asking if I was really okay with it. I curved my lips into a smile. "You and Jasper were nearly like siblings. I don't find anything strange about them calling you that." "Mom, I'm starving," Mira suddenly announced, his voice sounding more deeper than before, startling me for a second. "Me too, Mom," Syrah added, rubbing her belly dramatically. I let out a gentle laugh, running my fingers through their hair. "Come along, both of you. I

LORA'S POV Supper finished quietly, a rare and lovely time where we stayed together, not as broken parts from a painful past, but as one true family. It felt unreal. For many years, I had told myself that living without Jasper was unavoidable, that raising our children alone was my only future. But now, we were here. A complete family at last.Destiny had pushed us through many painful trials, throwing one cruel hardship after another at us. The Moon Goddess, with all her knowledge, had created a road filled with sorrow and yearning. But somehow, through everything, we still found our way back to each other. After supper, we brought the children to their separate rooms. They were so excited, especially after they understood they no longer needed to stay in the same room. I already knew Jasper would spoil them endlessly, trying to make up for all the time he had lost. Immediately Syrah and Mira settled in their rooms, I turned to walk toward my chamber, but a firm yet gentle hand s

LORA'S POV The day began peacefully, full of smiles, comfort, and the sweet happiness of being together. The twins argued playfully about who would eat the final slice of fruit; Jasper observed them with amusement while drinking his coffee, and for a short while, everything seemed flawless.But the moment breakfast finished, reality returned. There are works and duties we have to do. The twins had a huge number of studies to make up for. History, politics, battle tactics, and fighting skills—every lesson was important in shaping them for the positions they would someday hold. There was no place for mistakes, no chance for a normal and slow childhood. They were heirs of the realm, and that responsibility carried a heavy cost.Honestly, Syrah was the older twin. I delivered her only seconds before Mira. But according to the kingdom's rules, a daughter could only rule if there was no male heir. That meant Mira was the next future king. Still, the responsibility of ruling was not only h

LORA'S POV I looked at the silver blade in my hands, my fingers wrapped around the handle. The metal made my body shake, not only because it was cold but because of what it stood for. Silver could kill our kind. It was a weapon strong enough to bring even the most powerful wolves and Lycans down. But right now, it was not for war. It was a mark of loyalty, responsibility, and a queen’s promise to her king and her people. Holding the blade meant more than custom. It was a promise. A queen was not only a woman beside the king. She was his power, his protection, and the person who stood by him the most. The sword in my grip showed that loyalty. It reminded me that I was giving my life to the throne. During the crowning event, every future queen walked through the long path of the great hall while carrying the royal blade. It was not done to show strength but to test her heart. The heaviness of the sword and the danger behind it showed the burden she would carry as queen. Every st

LORA'S POV “What’s going to happen to her?” I asked as we stayed seated in the middle of the huge hall. Blood covered the floor, but somehow everything felt calm now. The blood stains, spreading across the ground , were proof that the fight was finally over. The guards had already carried the dead bodies away, but the damage was still easy to see. Even with the smell of blood hanging in the air, I felt calm now after the earlier tense hours. Maybe it was because I finally knew my children were safe. “There’s no other punishment for what she did except death. She’ll be executed before sunrise,” Jasper said. I swallowed hard as his words settled deep inside me. Death. It felt too cruel, even for someone like Sandra, who had brought nothing but pain and suffering into our lives. I should have felt relieved. Maybe even happy. But instead, I felt a hollow in my chest. Jasper tightened his hold on my hand, like he could feel the war inside my heart. “She chose this,” he said quietly.