The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 259

As Lucas made his way to the event, he halted at a distance, his gaze sweeping, across the Grand Hall. The place was lavish, filled with meals and drinks.

Cheers and laughter echoed through the air. The scent of fine cologne lingered.

Lord Merek, Lord Atheon, Lady Gatha, and many others were seated among the crowd. Expression bright.

King Duncan was present, seated on the throne, clad in a fine royal robe that matches with his son, Rheal on his lap, catching the attention of many guests.

But the father and son were simply speaking to each other.

Lucas smiled at the sight. His survival and Rheal’s existence had truly shocked the realm and beautified it as well.

But where was she?

Wasn’t she supposed to be here? Arianna would soon be crowned.

He sighed and stepped away to find her. An instinct kicked in. Lucas felt he knew where she might be.

The barracks.

The small yard where he had trained her. A place the met. And he was right.

She was there, her back turned to him. And-

Holy hell.

He almost didn’t recognize her in that dress. He wouldn’t have, if not for her scent.

She must have caught his scent too, because she turned to look at him. Lucas’s breath hitched, heart pounding in his ears as he took in the sight of her.

Her gown shimmered in the daylight, a soft silver–gray fabric that clung to her delicate frame in smooth silk.

It was sleeveless yet elegant, trimmed with delicate black embroidery that curled like vines at the edges.

A single slit ran along her right leg, revealing dark combat boots beneath–just her style. The neckline curved gently, framing her collarbones and revealing a hint of cleavage.

Jewelry glinted softly. Her makeup was light. Her hair was styled and adorned with stony crystals. Even her tattoos looked

stunning.

She was breathtaking.

Lucas took slow steps down the small stairs, his gaze locked on her as he struggled to steady his breath.

“My Lord,” she muttered, fidgeting with her fingers. “Arianna made me wear this.”

He moved closer. His 6’4” frame towered over hers. A hand lifted to cup her face.

It was taking everything in him not to claim those rosy red lips of hers, and he knew she felt the same from the way her breath hitched and her heart pounded.

“You look beautiful, Lylah,” he whispered.

“And you look handsome, my Lord,” she smiled.

He took her hand and gently pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I’ll lead you to the hall.”

The moment they stepped in, a hush slowly fell across the crowd.

259: Coronation,

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All heads turned.

Lucas and Lylah.

Their presence commanded attention without effort. Every eye followed as they walked side by side, the Beta in his black and silver regalia, and the woman beside him in that silver–gray gown

A sight many hadn’t expected.

Some gasped. Some murmured. A few smiled knowingly.

But Lucas didn’t care.

He led her through the crowd, ignoring every stare. His hand never left hers.

Lylah held her breath, aware of the many noble eyes on her, but her chest calmned the moment Lucas gave her fingers a light squeeze. She looked up. He glanced down. Their eyes met.

Ahead, Queen Arianna appeared catching everyone’s attention. She was led to the altar, escorted by Elder Varyn and the High Seer.

Her dress trailed behind her, woven with the purest threads of the realm, the crest embedded across her chest and sleeves.

She stood tall and graceful, her gaze catching Lylah’s for a second before a proud smile spread across her lips.

Lylah smiled back.

Rheal stood beside his father who held a golden crown carved from ancient moonstone.

The music rose gently, soft drums and the hum of horns filling the space.

Lucas led Lylah to the front row, where seats reserved for the high circle stood. Without hesitation, he pulled her seat for her.

She blinked at him.

“I’m not letting you hide in shadows,” he whispered close to her ear.

She sat down slowly, her heart fluttering like it hadn’t in years.

And then the ceremony began.

The Seer stepped forward, calling in her aged voice. She spoke the sacred words of the moon realm.

Arianna stepped forward.

Duncan watched her, his gaze never leaving hers. His heart was full as they stood before each other.

They spoke their oaths, Duncan’s voice rising within the court in a powerful tone.

“With this crown, I name you Queen of the Moon Realm, my mate my strength, the light that guides this kingdom. Rule beside me, as it was always meant to be.”

Then he placed the crown upon her head, sealing her fate.

Cheers erupted across the hall. Applause thundered from both the wolves and the Ouroboros among the

Sylra couldn’t stop her tears. Cal and Eshara were seated beside her, clapping with the others.

“This is so emotional. I’m going to cry,” Eryz muttered beside Falcon, who shot him a look. Then his gaze flicked toward Nyra ahead, wiping her tears, her eyes fixed on the royal podium. Arianna turned to everyone, and one by one, they fell to their knees and bowed in acknowledgment.

259: Coronation

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