The Lycan King's Secret Daughter novel Chapter 27

ROVAN’S POV

I told myself I’d walk away, far from Sylra and Caelan. Let her have her moment, her crown, her future.

But I didn’t leave.

I stood just out of sight, behind the marble arch near the east wing gardens, where the torches burned low and the shadows gave me cover. I saw them—felt them—as they spoke.

Then I watched him lean in. Watched her bury her face in his shoulder.

And I heard him.

“Rovan still loves you, Sylra.”

The words weren’t loud, but they struck like lightning.

And instead of rage… I went still.

“Alpha Rovan,” a voice called behind me, pulling me out of the fog. I turned sharply.

It was one of the royal guards, eyes downcast. “His Majesty requests your presence in the throne chamber.”

I hesitated for a beat, casting one last look toward the pair disappearing through the west corridor, before nodding stiffly. “Lead the way.”

The walk felt longer than it was. Every step was a weight, every hallway echoing with something I couldn’t name. By the time we reached the throne room, I’d replayed every moment with Sylra a thousand times in my head.

The guard pushed the heavy doors open, and there he was—King Maelric, seated on his obsidian-carved throne, eyes sharp and unmoving.

“Your Highness,” I said, bowing.

“Come forward,” he said.

I did, slow and steady, until I stood at the base of the steps leading up to his seat.

“Do you know why I called you here?” he asked.

“No, Your Highness.”

The King studied me. “What do you want from Sylra?”

I blinked. “Pardon?”

He didn’t blink. “You’ve hovered like a ghost these past few weeks. Watching from shadows. Stirring tension. So I ask again—what is it that you want from my daughter?”

I took a breath. “I want her forgiveness. I want to make amends for everything I didn’t say… for everything I failed to be when she was my mate.”

The King didn’t flinch. “You failed her publicly. You allowed your bloodline to drag her name through the dirt. She nearly died running from a bond you treated like a convenience.”

I swallowed hard. “I know.”

He leaned forward slightly. “So why now?”

“Because I see her clearly now. Not as Luna. Not as my pack’s trophy. But as who she truly is.”

The King’s eyes narrowed. “She is more than you deserve.”

“I know that too.”

A long silence followed. The tension in the room was thick, the air almost hard to breathe.

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