The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 238

: Ashes of the past

Birgid stood at the top of the castle, heart pounding in her cars as she stared down at the 150 feet below. She released a shaky breath, fingers fidgeting at the hem of her royal dress.

The wolfsbane had taken a toll on her. She felt weak, her wolf silent. Falling from here would end everything, and she would be gone once and for all.

It had been more than a week since the coffin incident. The death of Toran, though Arianna had said it would free her, still left her feeling empty.

Like a vessel drained of night.

Everything was over.

Arianna’s scream from back then wouldn’t stop ringing in her head. The king was dead, and the realm would continue to

crumble.

What was the point of living?

Brigid lifted her dress and climbed onto the cold stone. The wind brushed past her, cold against her delicate skin.

“If I could go back,” she muttered, tears blurring her vision. “I would have been a good daughter to you, Selene…” she croaked. “I would have… I would have never been so selfish and greedy. I would have made things right when I had the chance.”

Her tears trickled down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

Then she looked up to the sky, eyes slowly fluttering closed and just as her leg slipped to fall, someone reached out and dragged

her back.

Brigid fell hard, scraping her knees. She shot a look at the elegant, strange woman who had saved her.

She double–checked the closed door. How had she gotten in?

“Who are you?” she struggled to speak, fists clenched.

It had taken so much to let go and now it was all rinsed away by this woman.

“Your nemesis,” the woman replied.

Brigid froze at the familiarity of the voice. Even the word.

The woman crouched before her, expression stoic like the devious maid Brigid knew in the palace. It couldn’t be her

She stretched out a hand. “You still have something to live for.”

Brigid slapped the hand away, shifting back. “I don’t know you. And I need some privacy.”

“You really still don’t know who I am, my lady?” she smirked.

Brigid finally whispered the name in her head. “Gatha?”

“That’s right,” Gatha smirked.

“How…?” She stared in shock. The woman’s face had changed even her clothing.

“Allow me to introduce myself properly. I’m Lady Gatha, Lord Merek’s wife. I’m not a head maid, that was just a magical mask I got from the mage.”

Brigid’s lips parted. “Lord Merek’s mate?…”

“Before you lash out. I’m taking you to your daughter. They’re in the West. All five of them.”

Brigid blinked, her heart thudding louder than before. “W–What did you say?”

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Gatha’s smirk softened. “You heard me. All five of them. Safe. Hidden. Growing.”

“I don’t understand. You… you said they were dead. You-

“I lied,” Gatha said without remorse, rising to her feet and dusting off her robes. “I needed you broken. That was the only way to fool those in power, to make you believe it too. And you did, qui convincingly.”

Brigid scoffed. “How can I trust you? You work for Lord Valoreth. Why are you telling me this now?”

“You don’t have anything to lose now, Brigid, do you? Just a minute ago you were about to end your life. Your time for redemption has come and I’m taking you to your daughters.”

Tears stung Brigid’s eyes as the weight of it crashed into her chest

Lady Gatha handed her a vial. “For the wolfsbane. A carriage in the south wing yard is ready. Get Amy and follow her there. It’s up to you to trust me or not.”

For the first time in years, the woman gave her a small smile. Genuine, even though it vanished after a second.

As she left, Brigid glanced down at the vial, her fingers clenching around it.

{Dragon Realm}

Ever since that heated rut session under the full moon, Lylah felt like an addict every time she laid eyes on her mate.

Maybe Nyx was right about her. She was a freak, and Lucas didn’t mind. He gave her what she wanted. A lot of it.

Literally, every corner of their room had heard her moans, the sexy grunts of her male, and the slap of their skin crashing against each other as they fucked.

The past few days had been the best of her life, moments she never wanted to end.

He had listened to her story and told her it was okay, that she had only done what she needed to survive. Told her she was still

the same little wolf he’d want.

Every night, his arms wrapped around her, charging her nerves with his warmth. Sometimes, he sang her a gentle song, one he

said he’d learned from his mother.

He had a beautiful voice, and the fact that he could play the hurdy–gurdy stunned her to the core. The was his fingers moved freely against the strings, made her smiled.

How talented.

Right now, he was seated under the night sky, looking perfect in a simple commoner’s tunic, surrounded by children.

Rheal sat in front of him, all of them listening to his music with a large fire crackling behind them,

Lucas now had a good relationship with the Ouroboros, helping them out as they waited for Arianna’s message. He was especially close to Rheal, who was now learning a few combat skills from him.

Lylah sat across from them, mesmerized by his voice. A few other ladies were watching too, but none dared to cross the line, thanks to her possessiveness and jealousy.

But something bothered her these days. Was Lucas truly over Mearina, his first love?

She knew she shouldn’t be thinking about it, especially since Meanina was dead, but Lucas had once been shattered by her. Rageful, broken, and mourning for years before the downfall.

She had seen it. The way he had grieved back then.

Could he really be over her?

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A coughing sound pulled Lylah from her thoughts. She flicked her aze to Drakora, who was given her. Sylra then led her gently back to the house.

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drinking from a cup that Sylra had

Lately, Drakora had barely come outside. Her arms were always wrapped around her body, insisting it was just the winter. But her skin had paled.

Was Drakora unwell?

Lucas’s music ended with a gentle note. The kids clapped and cheered. A few of the women joined in the applause, but Lylah just sat and stared. He caught her gaze and winked.

“Uncle Lu, can my father sing too?” Rheal asked.

“No. Duncan has a terrible voice,” Lucas said.

Rheal pouted while Cal chuckled.

“Now I see where you got your awful singing from, Rheal…”

“Be quiet,” Rheal snapped, and Cal shut his mouth immediately.

Lucas blinked. Damn.

“But your father is talented in many ways especially in strategy and ruling. And, well… he’s a great dancer too. You should see him on the dance floor. He owns it.”

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