Lahat ng Kabanata ng Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Alara’s POVThe throne hall had never felt this heavy before. Not even during war councils. Not even when crowns were challenged and bloodlines questioned.This—This was different. Because the enemy we faced didn’t belong to one territory. He didn’t respect borders. Didn’t care for alliances. Didn’t wait for declarations.The Shadow Alpha had turned the entire world into his hunting ground. And now… They had come.One by one, the Alphas entered the hall.I stood beside Xavier at the center of the hall, my hand resting lightly against his arm. His presence was steady, controlled, but I could feel Marcus beneath the surface — alert, watching.Ronan stood slightly behind us, silent but attentive, his sharp gaze scanning every face that stepped forward.These weren’t weak men. Nor uncertain leaders. Each one carried the weight of their pack on their shoulders. Each one had seen loss and endured it. And that was what made this moment so significant.They weren’t here to compete. They were

Alara’s POVThe lie did not begin as a command. It began as something softer. Something that could pass as truth if repeated enough times.“I’ll be traveling beyond the inner borders in three days.”I didn’t announce it. I let it slip.Just loud enough for the wrong ears to hear.The chambermaid froze for half a second as she folded the silks on the divan. A guard stationed by the archway shifted his stance ever so slightly. Neither spoke, neither reacted, but I saw it. The moment the whisper took root. That was how information moved in places like this — through people. By the time I stepped out of my chambers, I knew it had already begun to spread.Xavier was waiting for me at the end of the corridor. He hadn’t needed to be told. He could feel the shift. His gaze met mine, dark and unreadable, but there was something beneath it — something sharp, protective, and dangerously restrained.“It’s done?” he asked.I nodded once. “It’s moving.”His jaw tightened, just barely. “Good.”Bu

Alara’s POVThe morning felt wrong. Sunlight spilled across the palace courtyard in soft gold, catching on polished stone and steel armor alike. The banners along the high walls stirred gently in the breeze. Servants moved quietly along the edges, careful not to disrupt the formation already taking shape.It should have felt like any other departure. But nothing about this was routine or safe.I stood at the top of the palace steps, the weight of a hundred watchful eyes settling against my skin like something tangible. Warriors lined the courtyard in precise rows, their armor gleaming, their stances rigid.Too many. Too visible. Exactly as planned.“You look like you’re about to walk into a war, not a journey.” Xavier’s voice came low beside me.I didn’t look at him.“Maybe I am.” I added softly. “We both are.”His presence shifted slightly closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him, steady and grounding despite the tension coiled beneath it.Marcus was restl

Ronan’s POVThe silence after battle was always worse. Not the kind that followed victory. Not the kind that settled with relief.This one was hollow. We hadn’t lost the fight. But we hadn’t won it either. And that sat heavier than any defeat I had ever carried.The temporary encampment had been set up just beyond the tree line, far enough from the ambush site to regroup but close enough to monitor any movement. Fires burned low, not for warmth — but for light, for visibility, for control.Because no one trusted the dark anymore. Not after what we had just seen. I stood near the center of the camp, arms crossed, watching as the wounded were treated and the fallen were laid out in a quiet, growing line.They were too many.“They hit us where it would hurt,” one of the warriors muttered nearby.“Like they knew,” another replied.I didn’t interrupt. Because they weren’t wrong.They knew. And that was the problem.My gaze shifted toward Xavier.He stood at the far edge of the encampment,

Rylan’s POVI didn’t believe in coincidence.Not when blood had already been spilled and patterns had begun to form where there should have been none.So when things started lining up too neatly, I stopped trusting what I was being told. And started watching instead. The palace hadn’t settled since the ambush.It looked intact. Guards rotated. Messengers moved. Orders were given. But beneath all of it—There was a fracture.And I intended to find it before it split us apart completely.********I started with the records. I didn't expect to find something obvious but lies leave traces. Even when they’re careful. Even when they’re buried.Movement logs. Guard rotations. Messenger routes. I went through all of it, looking for patterns.At first, there was nothing evident. Everything seemed in place. But the more I read, the more something began to itch at the back of my mind.A delay here. A reroute there. A missed check-in.Individually? It was all insignificant. Together? It was som