The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Speech

*It’s a good thing. We’ll have more of it. Let’s go see cor mate,” responded

“Nyx, you’re the worst.”

*That’s why you love me. Tell me, you didn’t enjoy last night.”

Lylah rolled her eyes as she walked toward the window.

The ghost of Lucas‘ touch still lingered on her skin. The memory of how he pinned her over sent the blood in her veins igniting. her core clenched.

Fuck. After being wrecked, she still wanted it.

Was it this addictive?

The sky was bright outside. She was still in the North Wing Good

She sighted a cloak and put it on before heading out. Legs apart, her strong warrior walk had disappeared.

There was no sign of Arianna. She was glad, knowing her sister wouldn’t let her leave like this. She went to the nearby barn to steal a horse.

“Lylah.”

Lylah sucked in a sharp breath. Head crooked to the side–and there was Falcon.

“Where are you going? Lady Arianna wants you to rest.”

“Well, she’s not here, and I want to see Lucas.” Lylah began untying the rope that bound the horse.

“I’ll come with you. Your sister asked me to take you there if you insist.”

Lylah didn’t argue. She didn’t have the strength to.

They rode toward Falcon’s abode instead of the forest. As if knowing what she was thinking, he spoke.

“His state’s improved. His pulses are returning,” Falcon said. Soon, they dismounted the horse and entered the abode.

And there he was–Lucas, unconscious.

Lying on the wooden bed. Body thinner than it should be. His once broad and firm shoulders had lost some of their strength, skin pale. The poison must have taken a toll on him.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and despite the hollowness of his frame, he still looked beautiful.

Hair longer, dark lashes resting against his cheekbone.

Lylah took slow steps to him, holding his hand into hers. A smile spread on her lips. Tears she couldn’t control traced down her

cheeks.

At least… he was alive.

“Do you want to be alone with him?” Falcon asked.

She didn’t reply with words, only gave a small nod.

When the door shut, she climbed gently onto the bed beside him.

Her head rested on his chest, her body curling toward his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Then she shut her eyes, listening to his heartbeat.

Chapter 212: Speech

“Dear Lord… Dear mate,” she whispered witliva smile, entanglinger fingers with his.

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{Moon Realm}

Noise rose among the subjects. The field was vast, yet unable to contain them. The space in between two bodies was tight.

It was time for the Gathering. The King had been forced to arrange one due to the protests. They never stopped. The leaders, including Elder Varyn, hadn’t backed down despite the bloodshed the palace soldiers had caused to silence them. It only fueled them more.

The gates had been impossible to break that day. That didn’t mean they would stop trying. They’d burn down whatever needed to be burned until a solution was found.

The soldiers struggled to keep the raging people in place. Most of them were already destroyed, inside and out due to the hell they’d been through. Among them were some crying. The hungry enes hoped the palace would at least pour out some grains.

Females did their best to stay in safe spots, avoiding the eyes of devious males.

Finally, he stepped out.

King Toran Venis. Eyes hollow and lifeless, skin slightly pale. One look, and anyone could tell the male wasn’t well. Even the make–up couldn’t cover it.

Subtle whispers echoed within the crowd, most wondering what had happened to him. A few who had seen him several times at the Arena felt he had gotten worse.

Toran had been punishing himself, barely eating, barely sleeping. It wasn’t just the voices haunting him anymore. Now, it was Brigid.

Last night, she had been found unconscious in her cell, fallen into a vegetative state due to poor nutrition and lack of water.

All the meals sent to keep her alive, she had been burying them under the soil just to do one thing.

To kill herself.

The thought of it squeezed Toran’s heart in the worst kind of way. Guilt gnawed at every inch of his soul.

Since the day she insisted on disobeying him, refusing to leave the cell, he decided not to visit, but secretly sent good meals to her, waiting until she would come back to him herself. She loved luxury, after all.

But he was wrong. She had gone to the extreme, just to leave him alone.

He had seen her lean frame, pale skin, dirty and messy hair. She had almost lost her life. It hurt. So bad.

She was all he had and she hated him this much.

And he had caused it.

What was the use of being well when his woman was fighting for her life?

Lord Valoreth stepped beside him, still as narcissistic as ever.

“Don’t forget the line. Address the people as a King after I’m done with my speech,” he said, voice low, almost a whisper.

Toran’s fist clenched while Valoreth stepped forward, raising his hand as he began.

“People of the Realm,” Valoreth’s voice boomed, falsely noble. “The King has heard your cry.”

A few jeers came from the crowd, but he ignored them.

“We understand the suffering. The grief. The hunger. And I stand here today to tell you order will be restored. This unrest is temporary. The palace is working tirelessly to bring balance back to the Realm.”

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Chapter 212 Speechy

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Valoreth kept speaking, waving a hand, spouting promises of food distribution, improved shelter, and security. But no one clapped. No one smiled. They had heard it all before.

Then came the line Toran dreaded.

“And now… your King.”

The crowd hushed. All eyes shifted to Toran as he stepped forward His gaze swept over the broken faces, Mothers clutching thin children. Males glaring with hollow eyes.

The smell of fear, sweat, and desperation filled the air.

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