All Chapters of Owned By The Rogue King: The Stepfather's Claim: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

IVARA TWO YEARS AGO "Ivara, I need you at the palace immediately.. You're wasting time!" My father barked, grating on my last nerve. He's literally in my room, and he's shouting like he's miles away. "I'm coming, father!" I groaned, shoving one last hairpin into my mess of a bun. "Could you hurry up?!" "Mind you, you're the one who told me to look my best for this parade! I'm literally trying, so can you let me be?" I snapped back, my patience wearing thin. He huffed, his hand tightening on the doorknob. "You have ten more minutes." With that, he left, slamming the door shut with a finality that made my teeth rattle. Fucking hell. Like I even wanted to be there. Getting married to the golden Alpha King, Lucian, sure wasn't on my list of life plans. I turned back to face my mirror, hoping that I looked a bit undone so Lucian would at least discard me. Just as I picked up another hairpin from my drawer, my eyes drifted to a small portrait on top of the drawer. I picked it up, a h

​IVARA"You said you'd be taking me to Lucian and my father!" I hissed, my voice echoing off the damp, narrow walls of the dark passage. I dug my heels into the cold stone, my chest heaving with a mixture of betrayal and raw panic. I felt like a fool to believe him, to expect anything resembling honesty from a Rogue King.Silas stopped so abruptly I nearly slammed into the broad expanse of his back. He turned, his massive frame nearly swallowing the flickering torchlight. "Shut up and follow me, Ivara," He growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to rattle my very bones. "There are some things you need to know first."He didn't wait for me to breathe. He turned back and continued deeper into the bowels of the underground palace, the air grew colder and smelt of old iron and wet earth. Finally, he came to a halt before a pair of towering, iron studded oak doors at the end of the corridor.He turned back to my face, the shadows of the passage playing over the rugged, lethal planes

IVARAThe word father didn’t just echo—it detonated.It shattered something fundamental inside me, like glass cracking under pressure too immense to survive. My gaze flicked between Lucian and Silas, searching for denial, for anger, for anything that would prove this was another twisted lie.But Silas didn’t speak.And that silence said everything.“No…” My voice came out hollow, barely more than breath. “No, that’s not possible…”Lucian smiled.It wasn’t the charming smile he wore at court. This one was wrong—too wide, too pleased, like a man watching the world burn exactly as he’d planned.“Oh, but it is,” Lucian said, stepping forward. Blood still dripped lazily from his fingers, splattering across the polished floor. “Didn’t he tell you? Didn’t your precious Rogue King explain what he really is?”Silas moved then—just a fraction—but enough to place himself fully between me and Lucian. A wall. A shield.A secret.“Stop talking, Lucian,” Silas growled, his voice low and lethal. “You

Chapter EightIVARAThe silence didn’t last.It never does.By the time dawn bled weak light through the shattered windows of the lower citadel, everything had already begun to change.Not just around me.Inside me.---I hadn’t slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again—the light bursting from my body, the force of it, the way the world bent. I felt it too, still lingering beneath my skin like something alive.Waiting.Watching.Hungry.“You’re going to wear a hole into the floor if you keep pacing like that.”I stopped.Slowly.Silas leaned against the far wall, one arm braced above his head, the other wrapped tightly around his ribs. The bandages were fresh—but already stained through with blood.“You should be lying down,” I said.“You should be resting,” he shot back.We stared at each other.Neither of us moved.Neither of us listened.Typical.---“I want answers,” I said finally.No hesitation this time. No soft edges.Just truth.Silas exhaled slowly, dragging a hand

Chapter TenIVARAThe air outside the citadel felt different.Charged.Like the world itself had taken a breath—and was waiting to see what I would do next.---We didn’t leave immediately.Silas insisted on it.Not because he was weak.But because, for once… he was thinking ahead.“You don’t walk into a war blind,” he said.“I’m not blind,” I shot back.“You’re new,” he corrected.That stung more than it should have.---Training Begins“Again,” Silas said.I clenched my jaw.“I am doing it again.”“No,” he replied calmly. “You’re forcing it again.”“There’s a difference?”“A big one.”---Heat flickered under my skin—the Lunar Heart responding, restless, reactive.I reached for it—Too fast.Too hard.The energy surged, wild and uneven, snapping outward like a whip of light that cracked against the stone wall beside us.The impact split the surface.Dust rained down.Kael, leaning lazily against a pillar, raised an eyebrow. “Subtle.”I glared at him. “You’re not helping.”“I’m not t