The Lycan King's Secret Daughter novel Chapter 28

28 /30

SYLRA’S POV

He stood in front of me, his voice shaky, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t yet name.

Then I charged.

I didn’t think as I just moved.

My hands gripped his collar and shoved him back a step. “Did you manipulate my father?” I demanded, my voice tight with fury.

Rovan didn’t resist. His arms stayed limp at his sides, like he knew he deserved it.

He shook his head slowly. “No. I swear—I was just as shocked as you.”

Before I could decide whether or not to believe him, a low chuckle echoed from behind me.

The King.

My father.

Still seated on his obsidian throne, watching us with something dangerously close to amusement.

“Look at you two,” he said, motioning toward us with his ringed hand. “Still at each other’s throats. Still charged with every ounce of unresolved desire. You turned my daughter into this firestorm, Rovan—and she still likes you. I can see it in her eyes.”

I let go of Rovan and took a sharp step back.

“I would never be with him again,” I snapped. “Not after everything he did. Not after what he let his mother and sister do to me.”

The King raised a hand. “Sit.”

I hesitated, jaw clenched, still breathing hard.

“Please,” he added, softer now.

I sat.

So did Rovan—though his body looked rigid, like he didn’t know what to do with his hands, his eyes, or himself.

There was a stretch of quiet before I finally asked, “You said something about a test?”

Rovan turned toward him too, clearly trying to piece together the same puzzle.

“What test?” Rovan asked.

The King leaned back, folding his hands. “Elene.”

We both blinked.

“Elene?” we echoed.

He nodded. “She was the test. I sent her to Blackmaw for two reasons. First—because I needed Sylra to leave that pack on her own. If I’d taken her by force, her rage would’ve been pointed at me.”

I stiffened, eyes narrowing. “You manipulated me.”

“I guided you,” he said coolly. “And the second reason… was to test him.”

Rovan blinked. “What?”

“Elene reported back to me regularly,” the King continued. “She told me how distracted you were. How you lost focus after Sylra left. How… obsessed you seemed.”

He tilted his head at Rovan. “She also told me something else. That you never touched her.”

Rovan’s jaw twitched, but he said nothing.

The King went on. “Even when she made herself available—deliberately, I might add—you refused her. Left the room without a second glance.”

“What?” I whispered, staring at Rovan.

He turned to me, face suddenly raw, stripped of all ego. “It’s true.”

I blinked, taken aback.

“You never touched her?”

He nodded, his voice quiet. “Not once.”

“Why?”

He let out a breath. “Because I couldn’t get you out of my head. The moment you walked out of Blackmaw, everything cracked. That night, I didn’t know you’d left. I swear. I was in a Pack meeting, and when I came to your quarters, you were already gone. I overheard my mother and Neressa laughing, saying they were glad you were gone. That they’d finally won.”