All Chapters of The Lycan king's Forbidden Obssesion: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11: The Carry

We stood there in the snow for what felt like hours, though it was probably only minutes, with his hand outstretched and my back against the tree and the frozen wind howling between us like a living thing that wanted to tear us apart.I did not take his hand, and I did not run either. He did not move, and the snow fell on both of us, soft and silent and endless.Then he stepped forward.I flinched, pressing myself harder against the tree trunk, but he did not reach for me. He did not grab my arm or wrap his fingers around my throat or do any of the things I expected him to do. He just bent down and scooped me up into his arms like I weighed nothing at all, like I was a child who had fallen asleep during a long journey and needed to be carried the rest of the way.I fought him.I kicked and thrashed and pushed against his chest with hands that were too cold to feel, with arms that were too tired to matter, and with a body that had give

Chapter 12: The Advisor

The morning after the boots appeared outside my door, I woke to the sound of someone entering my room without knocking. I sat up so fast that my head spun, pressing my back against the headboard and pulling my knees to my chest, ready for whatever new cruelty the day had brought. But the woman who stood in the doorway was not a guard, not a noble, and not anyone I had seen before in the weeks I had been trapped in this frozen castle. She was old. Her hair was silver, pulled back from her face in a braid that hung over one shoulder, and her skin was pale and lined with wrinkles that spoke of centuries rather than decades. Her eyes were grey, like mine, but sharper and brighter, and they looked at me like I was a puzzle she was trying to solve. She did not ask permission to enter. She simply walked inside, closed the door behind her, and stood at the foot of my bed with her arms crossed o

Chapter 13: The Gift

The day after Ramona visited me, a servant came to my room carrying something draped over her arms like it was made of glass instead of fabric. She did not speak, she just laid the bundle on the foot of my bed and left, closing the door behind her without a sound. I stared at it for a long time. The fabric was black, so dark that it seemed to swallow the light from the fire, and when I reached out to touch it, my fingers sank into wool so soft that I had never felt anything like it. I pulled the cloak toward me, and the weight of it was heavy in my hands, even heavier than anything I had owned in my entire life. It was lined with fur, thick and dark fur that smelled like pine and snow and something else, something wild. The stitching was perfect, with each seam straight and tight, and the clasp at the neck was made of silver, cool and smooth against my fingers. I did not understand.

Chapter 14: The Captain

The cloak became part of me after that night. I wore it everywhere, even when I was alone in my room, because the weight of it was comforting and the warmth of it was steady and the smell of it reminded me that someone in this castle wanted me alive. I did not know what to do with that knowledge, but I held onto it anyway, like a drowning man holding onto a piece of driftwood in a stormy sea. The first time I walked through the halls wearing the cloak, the nobles stared. They had always stared, of course. Their golden eyes had followed me from the moment I arrived at this frozen castle, watching and waiting and whispering about the human whore who had somehow caught the king's attention. But this time was different. This time, their stares were not just curious or cruel. They were hungry. I pulled the cloak tighter around my shoulders and kept walking, with my head down and my eyes on t

Chapter 15: The Truth

Ramona came to my room the next day, and I knew from the look on her face that she was not here to offer comfort or advice. Her grey eyes were darker than usual, and the lines around her mouth were deeper, and she moved like someone who was carrying a weight that had been pressing on her shoulders for a very long time. She did not knock. She simply walked inside, closed the door behind her, and stood at the foot of my bed with her arms crossed over her chest. Then she sat on the edge of the mattress without asking, and the old springs creaked under her weight. I pressed my back against the headboard and pulled my knees to my chest and waited. The fire crackled in the hearth, throwing shadows across her face that made her look older than she already was, and I realized that I had never asked how old she actually was. Hundreds of years, probably, or maybe more. "You need to know what happ

Chapter 16: The Morning After

I woke to the smell of bread and honey, and for a moment I forgot where I was. The mattress was soft beneath me, and the blankets were warm, and the fire had been relit sometime while I was sleeping, casting orange light across the ceiling in dancing shadows. I could have been anywhere. I could have been back in my mother's cottage, waking to the smell of her cooking, believing that the world was still a place where good things could happen. Then I saw the stone walls, and the frost on the window, and the tray of food sitting on the table where no tray had been the night before. I sat up slowly, my back aching from where I had pressed against the headboard, and my legs stiff from being pulled up against my chest for so many hours. The cloak had fallen off my shoulders sometime in the night, and I pulled it back around me, feeling the warmth of the fur against my neck and the weight of the wool on my back. T

Chapter 17: The History Lesson

Ramona came to my room again the next day, and this time she did not sit on the edge of the bed or stand by the window or look at me with those sad grey eyes that made me feel like a wounded animal being studied from a distance. She pulled the wooden chair from the corner of the room and set it beside the fire, and she motioned for me to sit across from her on the floor. The chair was old, older than anything I had ever seen, with carved arms and a faded cushion that had once been red but was now the color of dried blood. "I am going to teach you something," she said. "Not about the king, or the bond, or the court. I am going to teach you about this land, about the war, about the treaty, and about the sacrifices." I did not move. I sat against the headboard with my back to the wall and my knees pulled to my chest, and I watched her arrange the chair and settle into it like she was preparing for a long conve

Chapter 18: The Training Yard

The window was high in the wall, hidden behind a tapestry I had pulled aside, and from this vantage point I could see the courtyard of the ice Castle below without being seen. The stone was cold against my palms, and the glass was frosted at the edges, but none of that mattered. Not when Alejandro was down there, moving like a storm made flesh, like something ancient and deadly that had no business being so beautiful. He was training with his guards. Ten of them, maybe twelve, all in leather armor with swords strapped to their backs and the kind of grim determination that came from knowing they were about to be humiliated. They circled him like wolves circling a stag, but the stag had claws and teeth and three hundred years of practice. The stag had killed more men than they had ever met. One guard lunged, his wooden sword swinging toward Alejandro's ribs. Alejandro sidestepped like he had all the time in t

Chapter 19: The Rival's Gift

I was walking back to my room after another supervised walk through the halls, with my mind still full of the image of Alejandro breaking that guard's arm, when I heard voices coming from the throne room. The doors were open, which was unusual, and torchlight spilled out into the corridor like liquid gold, painting the stone floor in shades of orange and red. I should have kept walking. I should have gone back to my room and closed the door and pressed my back against the headboard and pretended I had not heard anything. That was what survival looked like. Keep your head down, make yourself small, and do not invite trouble. But something pulled me forward, something that felt like curiosity and fear and that quiet part of me that had been waking up ever since I arrived at this frozen castle. I stopped in the doorway and looked inside. The throne room was crowded with nobles, more than I

Chapter 20: The Question

I found Ramona in the library the morning after Felipe brought Lady Veronica to the castle. The library was quiet this morning, nothing like the day I had seen Alejandro standing in the shadow of the bookshelf, watching me with those burning golden eyes. Today, the shelves stretched from floor to ceiling in peaceful silence, packed with books so old that their spines were cracked and their pages were yellowed with age. Dust motes floated in the pale light that streamed through the tall windows, and the air smelled of paper and ink and something else, something ancient and forgotten. Ramona was sitting in a tall chair by the window, with an open book in her lap, but her grey eyes were not moving across the pages. She was staring out at the snow, watching the flakes fall against the grey sky, and she looked as tired as I felt. The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers, and the room was cold, even colde

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