The Lycan King's Secret Daughter novel Chapter 23

SYLRA’S POV

“Release her,” Rovan demanded, his voice carrying the authority of someone used to being obeyed. His eyes, those familiar amber eyes I’d spent years trying to forget, locked on the guards holding my wrists. “Now.”

The pressure on my arms vanished immediately. I stepped back, rubbing circulation back into my hands, aware of how every person in the room was watching us.

“You have no authority here,” Alrik snapped, stepping forward with his hand on the hilt of his dagger. “This is Summit territory.”

Rovan’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. “And yet, here I am.”

My father raised his hand, silencing the growing murmurs. “You claim to know who’s responsible for this attack, Rovan? Speak, then.”

I watched Rovan carefully. “I’ve been tracking suspicious activity along the western border for weeks,” Rovan said, stepping further into the room. He pulled a crumpled map from inside his jacket, unfolding it on the table beside Caelan’s bed. “Three days ago, I intercepted a conversation about an assassination planned during the Summit Hunt.”

“And you didn’t think to warn anyone?” I demanded, unable to keep the accusation from my voice.

His eyes met mine, something flickering in their depths that I couldn’t read. “I tried. My messenger never reached you. Found him with his throat cut a mile from your gates.”

A chill ran down my spine. Father leaned forward, examining the map where Rovan had marked several locations with red ink.

“These camps,” Father said, pointing to the markings. “You’re certain?”

“I’ve seen them myself,” Rovan replied. “Mercenaries, mostly. Some rogue wolves. All heavily armed and organized.”

“Convenient,” Alrik interjected, his voice dripping with skepticism. “You appear out of nowhere, just in time to witness a plot against the Blood Princess?”

Rovan’s face hardened. “I never left these lands, Alrik. Just because you didn’t see me doesn’t mean I wasn’t watching.”

The implication hung heavy in the air. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, whether from anger or something else, I couldn’t say.

“If what you say is true,” my father said slowly, “why target Sylra now? Why during the Summit Hunt?”

“Because there’s nothing like a dead heir to destabilize a kingdom,” Rovan answered grimly. He pulled something else from his jacket—a silver medallion on a chain, its surface etched with a symbol I recognized immediately.

My breath caught. “The Silent Fang.”

“A faction that doesn’t want to see the Blood Princess take the throne,” Rovan confirmed, placing the medallion on the table. “They’ve been growing in power for months. This attack wasn’t random—it was calculated. Designed to look like an outsider job but it’s not.”

Alrik scoffed loudly. “This proves nothing. For all we know, you planted this evidence yourself.”

“Enough!” Father’s voice cut through the argument. “Rovan, you have evidence that clears my daughter?”

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