The Lycan King's Secret Daughter novel Chapter 25

SYLRA’S POV

I followed the commotion to the great hall, pushing through the crowd that had gathered. What I saw stopped me cold.

Alrik lay sprawled on the stone floor, blood pooling beneath him, bubbling from his lips with each labored breath. Father knelt beside him, his expression grim. Rovan stood a few paces back, his face unreadable.

“What happened?” I demanded, dropping to my knees opposite my father.

“Poison,” Father replied tersely. “He collapsed moments after fleeing the clinic.”

Alrik’s eyes found mine, wide with panic and something else—resignation. He clutched at Father’s sleeve with bloodstained fingers.

“I didn’t—” he gasped, blood spraying with each word. “I didn’t want this.”

“Save your strength,” Father ordered, but we all knew it was too late. The poison was working too quickly, his skin already taking on a grayish hue.

“They promised….” Alrik continued, desperate to speak despite the blood filling his lungs. “Promised me power. When she…when she took the throne.”

“Who promised?” Father demanded. “Who was behind this?”

Alrik’s eyes rolled wildly. “Tried to…prison Caelan. Keep him quiet. But I took…wrong cup.” A bitter laugh escaped him, ending in a wet cough. “Poetic. Justice.”

His gaze locked with mine one last time, hatred and fear warring in their depths.

Then, with a final, rattling breath, Alrik went still. The light faded from his eyes, leaving nothing but empty shells staring up at the vaulted ceiling.

Silence fell over the great hall, heavy and oppressive. I didn’t realize I was trembling until Rovan’s hand came to rest on my shoulder, steadying me.

“He confessed,” Father said quietly, rising to his feet. “But he died before naming his co-conspirators.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said, staring down at Alrik’s body. “They’ve shown their hand now. They won’t stop just because they’ve lost their inside man.”

Father’s eyes met mine, something like pride flickering in their depths. “No, they won’t. Which means neither can we.”

Hours after Alrik’s corpse had been removed from the great hall, I could still smell his blood in my nostrils.

Father summoned me to his private chambers as dawn broke over the mountains. The Summit attendees had been confined to their quarters, the compound locked down tighter than a prison. No one in, no one out until we sorted through this mess.

I knocked once on the heavy oak door, the sound echoing down the empty corridor.

“Enter.”

I pushed the door open to find Father standing by the window, silhouetted against the pink-gold light of sunrise. He didn’t turn when I entered, his gaze fixed on something in the distance.

“Is Caelan stable?” he asked.

“The doctor says he’ll recover,” I replied, closing the door behind me. “The wolfsbane was diluted, meant to weaken, not kill.”

“And Rovan?”

I hesitated. Rovan had disappeared shortly after Alrik’s death, taking his thousand wolves with him. No goodbye, no explanation. Just gone, like smoke in the wind. Typical.

“He left,” I said, keeping my voice neutral. “Said he needed to track down the rest of the assassins before they scattered.”

Father nodded, unsurprised. “He always did prefer the hunt to the aftermath.”

An uncomfortable silence stretched between us. I perched on the edge of a chair, waiting. Father had never been one to rush a conversation, especially a difficult one.

Finally, he turned from the window. The lines on his face seemed deeper than they had been yesterday, the silver at his temples more pronounced. For the first time, I saw my father as others must—not just the Lycan King, but a man worn thin by decades of rule.

“You’re wondering why I summoned you,” he said, moving to the carved desk that dominated the room.

“I assume it has something to do with Alrik’s betrayal,” I replied. “Or the assassins. Or the fact that half the Summit probably wants me dead.”

A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “Your mother had the same gift for understatement.”

The mention of my mother sent a familiar pang through my chest.

“What’s our next move?” I asked, leaning forward. “We can’t keep the Summit leaders locked down forever.”

“No,” Father agreed, lowering himself into his chair. “But we can use this opportunity to accelerate our plans.”

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