The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Dead hope

At midnight, Lylah was sleeping when she heard a crackling noise outside her door. Her eyes fluttered open—she was a light sleeper.

Her chamber was crafted in a heavily guarded wing. After her room came thick steel bars securing all four walls, and another barrier that led to the cell beyond, locked heavily and guarded by strong soldiers who took shifts day and night.

She stepped out of bed to open the door, only to see a strange male standing on the other side of the thick bars.

He slowly removed his hood, revealing his face and Lylah stared at the familiar male with a blank expression.

“You’re Lylah Greystone,” he said.

“And you’re one of the Lords of the Emissaries,” she muttered.

“Yes. I’m Lord Atheon, Lord of the North,” he stepped closer–nearly crossing a dark border line.

“Careful,” Lylah warned. “Many have died crossing that.”

Atheon glanced down at the black line that stretched across the floor.

He gave her an assuring nod, raising both hands to show he meant no harm. But Lylah didn’t trust anyone.

“Why have you come?”

“Did you see the letter?” he asked, voice queit.

Lylah tilted her head, stepping forward until she stood right before the bars that separated them.

“Let me make this clear, Atheon. I don’t care about your status or your Lycan strength,” she said, taking another step closer, her voice sharper than a blade.

“If, by any chance, you’re here to fuck with me, I will rip your spine out through your mouth and feed your heart to the rats in this goddamn prison while you watch.”

“No. I’m not here to harm you. I just need your help. No–we need to help each other.”

“What?” Lylah raised a brow.

“Your sister’s body was never found. The place where they supposedly fell was discovered, and only the beast bird’s skeleton was recovered. The ground looked like an explosion had happened. They said her body was perhaps burned, but no one could give a tangible explanation.”

A beat of silence.

“The other Lords are restless. If her body was truly burned, why didn’t they find bones? Something strange happened. And since she was said to be the Dragon Goddess’s daughter, anything is possible–including the fact that she might still be alive… somewhere.”

Lylah stayed silent for a long time, her expression unreadable.

“She’s dead,” she deadpaned, and Atheon’s shoulders slowly slumped.

“And I’m not leaving here until I kill those bastards–then kill myself afterward.”

She turned to leave.

“Your sister is alive somewhere, Lylah. Let me help you escape. Let me help you find her. The realm is in danger.

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“What a lovely way to set me up. Really, Queen of cûnts. You stili think I’m that dumb little Lylah?”

Brigid felt her heart clenched. Lylah had lost that light in his eyes, in fact they all had.

“I have no reason to lie to you. And just like you, I badly want to ruin everyone who ruined me,” Brigid said, her voice trembling with heavy emotion. “I want to avenge my babies. And in doing so, I want to ruin their plan and destroy them with every chance I get.”

Brigid had overheard Valoreth and Damaris talking, and had one of her soldiers disguised to confirm the King’s body was locked in a silver coffin.

Lylah bit the inside of her cheek. “How about you prove it by stepping closer?”

Brigid froze, as expected. She remembered the last time she crossed the line–Lylah had nearly killed her. That line was drawn for that reason.

Lylah scoffed, but her amusement shattered when Brigid stepped over, approaching the bars.

Nyx immediately surfaced.

Lylah moved without warning. She grabbed Brigid by the robe, yanked her forward with fierce force, slamming her face against the bars while plunging her dagger deep into her.

Their faces inches apart, Lylah–half–shifted–sneered like a bloodlusting monster, while Brigid trembled in pain.

“Do it, Lylah. Kill me,” Brigid whispered, tears rolling down her face.

“Don’t fucking say my name!” Lylah growled, twisting the dagger deeper in her belly, her fangs flashing and eyes glowing blue.

Eyes of an attack wolf.

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