Todos los capítulos de The Kings Forbidden Mate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The next day passed in a blur of guarded silence.Caelan remained confined to the royal wing suite under heavy watch. Lucien sent meals, fresh clothes, and a stack of old scrolls about lycan law, but the king himself stayed away. Caelan understood why. The council was watching every move. Any open meeting between them would only fuel the accusations.He spent the hours reading the scrolls, tracing the ancient clauses that bound kings to female mates and pure bloodlines. Every line felt like a chain tightening around his throat. The royal blood in his veins hummed in protest, stronger now with the collar gone.By evening his nerves were raw.The note from Rowan still rested in his pocket. He had read it so many times the ink had begun to smudge.Midnight tomorrow. West wing. Choose freedom or watch him burn.Midnight was only hours away.As the moon climbed higher, Caelan paced the room. The bond pulled constantly toward Lucien, a warm, steady presence somewhere above in the royal cham

Dawn arrived cold and unforgiving.Caelan stood beside Lucien in the grand council chamber, dressed in simple black tunic and trousers provided by the king’s personal servants. The silver armbands on the guards behind them marked them as royal protection, but they offered little comfort against the sea of hostile eyes.The High Council sat in a half-circle of carved stone seats. Twelve noble alphas and senior betas watched them with open suspicion. Lord Veyra occupied the central position, his wrinkled face set in grim lines. The countess from the western packs sat beside him, her sharp gaze flicking between Caelan and the king.Rowan lounged in a side seat reserved for royalty, his green eyes bright with interest. He looked perfectly relaxed, as if the fate of the kingdom were merely entertainment.Lucien stood tall, one hand resting lightly on the small of Caelan’s back. The touch was possessive and protective at the same time. The bond between them hummed with tension, still vibrat

Lucien moved like lightning.In one fluid motion he rolled off the bed, claws extended, body positioned between Caelan and the balcony. A low, savage growl rumbled from his chest, filling the room with raw alpha power.Caelan sat up quickly, heart pounding. The bond screamed danger, sharp and urgent.The balcony doors stood slightly ajar. Moonlight spilled across the stone floor, outlining a dark figure crouched on the railing. The intruder wore black leathers and a hooded cloak. A silver dagger glinted in one gloved hand.“Stay behind me,” Lucien ordered, voice low and deadly.The assassin did not speak. He launched himself forward with terrifying speed, dagger aimed straight for Caelan’s throat.Lucien met him halfway.The two alphas collided in a blur of motion. Lucien’s claws raked across the assassin’s chest, tearing through leather and flesh. The intruder twisted away, slashing with the silver blade. Lucien dodged, but the tip caught his shoulder, drawing a thin line of blood.T

The great hall was packed by sunset.Nobles, high-ranking betas, and selected alphas from the major packs filled the long tables and galleries. Torchlight flickered across black marble and silver banners, casting long shadows that made every face look sharper, every expression more dangerous. The air was thick with the mingled scents of dominance, ambition, and barely contained hostility.Caelan stood at Lucien’s right side on the raised dais, dressed in formal black trimmed with silver thread. The fresh mating bite on his neck was deliberately left visible, still slightly red and swollen. Every wolf in the hall could smell the completed bond: thunder and storm mixed with jasmine and ancient royal pine. The scent was unmistakable.Lucien wore his full royal regalia, black velvet and silver, the crown of the Lycan Sovereign resting on his midnight hair. His hand rested possessively on the small of Caelan’s back, thumb brushing slowly against the fabric as if to remind both of them — an

The private dinner stretched late into the night.Caelan sat across from Lucien at the small table in the royal chambers, the candlelight painting soft gold across the king’s sharp features. The completed bond hummed steadily between them, a warm, constant presence that made every glance feel heavier, every touch more charged.Lucien poured more wine into Caelan’s goblet, his movements deliberate and unhurried. “You barely touched the venison. Are you unwell?”Caelan shook his head. “I am simply… adjusting. Yesterday I was a hidden omega. Today the entire court knows I wear your mark. It feels unreal.”Lucien set the wine down and reached across the table, taking Caelan’s hand in his. His thumb stroked slowly over Caelan’s knuckles.“It is real,” he said quietly. “You are mine. And I am yours. The court can rage all it wants. The bond does not bend to their laws.”Caelan squeezed his hand. “But the packs do. The southern border has already refused tribute. The Shadow Crown is using my