The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 139: Chapter 139
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NEXT MORNING]
Lylah gasped awake from her sleep, her body drenched in sweat as she sat up.
The damn dream again—haunting her. And the most annoying part? She still couldn't remember what it was about, but it was terrifying… it felt close and unpredictable.
And just like every time Arianna came to her mind immediately after.
Could the dream be about her?
Lylah groaned as her head throbbed, so badly that her vision blurred for a moment. Her stomach twisted with nausea.
A hangover?
But she had no ale last night during the celebration. Why did her body feel as though she had downed a full gallon?
She looked up, to her room wondering how she got in here last night.
Her door suddenly swung open. The jovial female warrior from last night stood in the doorway.
“Why are you up so late? Training is about to start. You don’t want to get into trouble with the new head warrior, do you?”
“Right,” Lylah nodded and quickly prepared herself for the day. She put on her new training attire—one that had been delivered last night—and headed to the training ground.
Fortunately for her, the new head warrior hadn’t appeared yet.
“Lucky you,” the female warrior muttered. "Are you alright though? You look a little pale. Don’t tell me you’re falling sick.”
“I don’t know,” Lylah sighed. “Did the juice last night have any ale in it?”
“No,” she shook her head. “You never had a drop of ale. Amy doesn’t drink either and she had a lot of it after you left.”
Lylah glanced at Amy, who was sweeping a distance away. She left and to her.
Amy sighted her from the distance. “Hey, Lylah. I hope you enjoyed last night’s celebration.”
“Yeah, thanks to you. Uhm, Amy, you drank only the juice last night, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I don’t drink ale. It makes me act too funny. I’d end up embarrassing myself.”
“Did you feel funny? Like your head about to split, memory loss, and nausea?”
Amy shook her head. “I had none of that. I feel completely fine—same goes for others who drank it,” she said, her tone laced with concern. “Did you feel funny?”
“Yeah, kinda. Like I had a gallon of ale,” Lylah said, and Amy looked genuinely confused. Before she could respond, the head warrior arrived and Lylah had to return.
•••••••
“So, how is your training going?” Lucas asked as he walked with Lylah.
“Pretty tough, since I have no wolf,” Lylah sighed. All her bones ached from the intense sessions. This was only her second day.
“You should get used to it. There are harsher trainings ahead.”
Lylah nodded, though her mind had been a bit absent for the past two days. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what was making her feel so unsettled.
She could barely sleep.
“Is there something my Lord wants to tell me?”
Lucas paused, pulling out a tiny letter. “From your sister.”
Lylah’s eyes lit up immediately as she received and red through.
“She’s already reached the pack. She mentioned they’re all fine and asking about me,” she said before Lucas could ask. “She’ll be back soon—she didn’t say when, so I guess it’ll be a surprise. And... she said I shouldn’t cause trouble.” Lylah pouted. “Why does she always think I cause trouble?”
“Well, you do,” Lucas replied.
“Not all the time.”
“But mostly,” he said, continuing to walk. Lylah quickly followed.
“Why is the Grand Lord the one delivering this?” she asked.
Lucas stiffened slightly—or maybe she imagined it.
“I got a message myself and happened to ask if there were any others. Since I was going to see you, I decided to take yours and deliver it myself. I didn’t want him to disturb your training.”
Lylah blinked. That didn’t really sound like a convincing excuse.
“So that means you wanted to talk to me, right?”
“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you," he admitted. "Listen closely.”
Lylah stepped closer, peeking at him from the side with a cute smile.
“What are you doing?” Lucas asked.
“Listening closely, my Lord.”
“Stop.”
“Right.” Lylah returned to a respectful distance, though her smile still lingered.
“I found out what kind of wolf you’re going to have, Lylah. It’s a late bloomer, but I think it’s only fair you know the name.”
“Huh… what is it called?”
“It’s called the Attack Wolf. They’re a rare kind, given by the Moon Goddess. She chooses special people to bear them, usually among those with Alpha bloodlines—people who have fire in them,” he explained. “I’m not surprised you have this kind of specialty.”
Lylah was stunned. This was her first time hearing anything like that. “So what does the Attack Wolf do?”
“Just like the name suggests—they attack. They act impulsively in the face of threats, never giving their enemies a chance, no matter what—even if it costs them their last breath.”
“Wow, that sounds like me,” Lylah chuckled. “Wait, did you look this up just to let me know? If so, that is so sweet of you, dear Grand Handsome Lord.”
Lucas sighed. There she goes again.
“Wait!” A realization hit Lylah. “Does that mean your head guard, Falcon, is also…”
“A son of an Alpha, yes. He chose to join the Citadel as a soldier.”
“Oh, I see… That explains why he’s one of the strongest guards and how he earned your trust,” she muttered.
After spending some time talking with Beta Lucas, instead of heading back to the barracks, she went to the maids’ quarters.
“I haven’t seen Brigid in two days,” replied a maid when she asked about her.
For some reason, Lylah felt Brigid might know what happened to her that night, since all she could remember was being on her way to her room—and nothing else.
She recalled the female warrior bursting in without knocking, which meant her room had been unlocked.
She never left her room unlocked.
Lylah climbed up onto one of the rooftops and gazed at the night sky, feeling the cool breeze brush her skin.
She often did this to calm her nerves.
A soft grunt sounded from below, prompting her to look down. She spotted the head maid carrying two buckets of water. The woman had dropped them momentarily to rest.
Without hesitation, Lylah climbed down from the rooftop and landed softly on her boots.
Selene almost flinched. Seeing it was Lylah, she sighed. “You scared me.”
“Let me help.” Without waiting for the head maid’s reply, she picked up the second bucket.
“I never asked you to—”
“I wasn’t asking,” Lylah cut in, not glancing back.
Selene muttered, “She’s just as stubborn as her sister described.”
“Aren’t you tired from the training?” Selene asked, noticing Lylah refused to leave even after helping her bring in the water.
“No… I’m fine,” Lylah shook her head, helping with more water. She needed the distraction anyway.
“Have you seen Brigid anywhere?” Selene asked suddenly, and Lylah shook her head telling her she hadn't seen her in the last two days.
Lylah soaked a cloth and beginning to clean Selene’s desk.
“You don’t have to help me clean my room. It’s getting late already.”
“It’s my choice. Again, I wasn’t asking,” the girl said with a smile.
“Hey, Lylah, did something happen to Brigid?” Selene asked. When Lylah stayed quiet, as if contemplating whether to speak or not, Selene added, “Brigid is like my daughter. I’ve watched over her since her parents died when she was a kid. I’m worried, and I should know what she’s up to… shouldn’t I?”
Lylah nodded, giving in. “There was this incident with Beta Lucas on the full moon. Brigid acted really strange. She was desperate.”
Selene squinted. “Tell me everything, Lylah.”
Lylah began to explain everything from the start. While listening, Selene’s expression remained blank.
“And you? Why did you ask me to stay away from her?” Lylah asked in return.
“Because her with Toran.”
Lylah’s brows furrowed. “Toran? The dumb ex-king’s mistress’ brother? Toran Venis?”
“Mhm,” Selene nodded, and Lylah felt as though the air had left her lungs.
They continued to work. Selene decided to clean her private inner room. It had been a long time since she’d stepped in there.
It was quite dusty, so she focused on it. Then her eyes landed on her safe. She figured she should clean it too.
But just as she was about to unlock it, she noticed it was slightly open. Someone had accessed it.
She swung it open, and a loud gasp escaped her lips.
Lylah, deep in thought, heard the sound and rushed to check on her.
“Is everything alright, Madam Selene?” she asked the older woman, who was staring at an empty safe.
“It was there last week,” Selene muttered under her breath, eyes wide as she reached inside—but it was still empty.
“What is it you’re looking for?”
Selene glanced back at Lylah.
“The Book of Old Tales… the one that contains information about the Ouroboros,” Selene said, visibly disturbed. “It held secrets and…”
Lylah’s frown deepened while Selene felt her chest tighten. Her voice dropped low in despair.
“…It’s gone.”
Lylah gasped awake from her sleep, her body drenched in sweat as she sat up.
The damn dream again—haunting her. And the most annoying part? She still couldn't remember what it was about, but it was terrifying… it felt close and unpredictable.
And just like every time Arianna came to her mind immediately after.
Could the dream be about her?
Lylah groaned as her head throbbed, so badly that her vision blurred for a moment. Her stomach twisted with nausea.
A hangover?
But she had no ale last night during the celebration. Why did her body feel as though she had downed a full gallon?
She looked up, to her room wondering how she got in here last night.
Her door suddenly swung open. The jovial female warrior from last night stood in the doorway.
“Why are you up so late? Training is about to start. You don’t want to get into trouble with the new head warrior, do you?”
“Right,” Lylah nodded and quickly prepared herself for the day. She put on her new training attire—one that had been delivered last night—and headed to the training ground.
Fortunately for her, the new head warrior hadn’t appeared yet.
“Lucky you,” the female warrior muttered. "Are you alright though? You look a little pale. Don’t tell me you’re falling sick.”
“I don’t know,” Lylah sighed. “Did the juice last night have any ale in it?”
“No,” she shook her head. “You never had a drop of ale. Amy doesn’t drink either and she had a lot of it after you left.”
Lylah glanced at Amy, who was sweeping a distance away. She left and to her.
Amy sighted her from the distance. “Hey, Lylah. I hope you enjoyed last night’s celebration.”
“Yeah, thanks to you. Uhm, Amy, you drank only the juice last night, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I don’t drink ale. It makes me act too funny. I’d end up embarrassing myself.”
“Did you feel funny? Like your head about to split, memory loss, and nausea?”
Amy shook her head. “I had none of that. I feel completely fine—same goes for others who drank it,” she said, her tone laced with concern. “Did you feel funny?”
“Yeah, kinda. Like I had a gallon of ale,” Lylah said, and Amy looked genuinely confused. Before she could respond, the head warrior arrived and Lylah had to return.
•••••••
“So, how is your training going?” Lucas asked as he walked with Lylah.
“Pretty tough, since I have no wolf,” Lylah sighed. All her bones ached from the intense sessions. This was only her second day.
“You should get used to it. There are harsher trainings ahead.”
Lylah nodded, though her mind had been a bit absent for the past two days. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what was making her feel so unsettled.
She could barely sleep.
“Is there something my Lord wants to tell me?”
Lucas paused, pulling out a tiny letter. “From your sister.”
Lylah’s eyes lit up immediately as she received and red through.
“She’s already reached the pack. She mentioned they’re all fine and asking about me,” she said before Lucas could ask. “She’ll be back soon—she didn’t say when, so I guess it’ll be a surprise. And... she said I shouldn’t cause trouble.” Lylah pouted. “Why does she always think I cause trouble?”
“Well, you do,” Lucas replied.
“Not all the time.”
“But mostly,” he said, continuing to walk. Lylah quickly followed.
“Why is the Grand Lord the one delivering this?” she asked.
Lucas stiffened slightly—or maybe she imagined it.
“I got a message myself and happened to ask if there were any others. Since I was going to see you, I decided to take yours and deliver it myself. I didn’t want him to disturb your training.”
Lylah blinked. That didn’t really sound like a convincing excuse.
“So that means you wanted to talk to me, right?”
“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you," he admitted. "Listen closely.”
Lylah stepped closer, peeking at him from the side with a cute smile.
“What are you doing?” Lucas asked.
“Listening closely, my Lord.”
“Stop.”
“Right.” Lylah returned to a respectful distance, though her smile still lingered.
“I found out what kind of wolf you’re going to have, Lylah. It’s a late bloomer, but I think it’s only fair you know the name.”
“Huh… what is it called?”
“It’s called the Attack Wolf. They’re a rare kind, given by the Moon Goddess. She chooses special people to bear them, usually among those with Alpha bloodlines—people who have fire in them,” he explained. “I’m not surprised you have this kind of specialty.”
Lylah was stunned. This was her first time hearing anything like that. “So what does the Attack Wolf do?”
“Just like the name suggests—they attack. They act impulsively in the face of threats, never giving their enemies a chance, no matter what—even if it costs them their last breath.”
“Wow, that sounds like me,” Lylah chuckled. “Wait, did you look this up just to let me know? If so, that is so sweet of you, dear Grand Handsome Lord.”
Lucas sighed. There she goes again.
“Wait!” A realization hit Lylah. “Does that mean your head guard, Falcon, is also…”
“A son of an Alpha, yes. He chose to join the Citadel as a soldier.”
“Oh, I see… That explains why he’s one of the strongest guards and how he earned your trust,” she muttered.
After spending some time talking with Beta Lucas, instead of heading back to the barracks, she went to the maids’ quarters.
“I haven’t seen Brigid in two days,” replied a maid when she asked about her.
For some reason, Lylah felt Brigid might know what happened to her that night, since all she could remember was being on her way to her room—and nothing else.
She recalled the female warrior bursting in without knocking, which meant her room had been unlocked.
She never left her room unlocked.
Lylah climbed up onto one of the rooftops and gazed at the night sky, feeling the cool breeze brush her skin.
She often did this to calm her nerves.
A soft grunt sounded from below, prompting her to look down. She spotted the head maid carrying two buckets of water. The woman had dropped them momentarily to rest.
Without hesitation, Lylah climbed down from the rooftop and landed softly on her boots.
Selene almost flinched. Seeing it was Lylah, she sighed. “You scared me.”
“Let me help.” Without waiting for the head maid’s reply, she picked up the second bucket.
“I never asked you to—”
“I wasn’t asking,” Lylah cut in, not glancing back.
Selene muttered, “She’s just as stubborn as her sister described.”
“Aren’t you tired from the training?” Selene asked, noticing Lylah refused to leave even after helping her bring in the water.
“No… I’m fine,” Lylah shook her head, helping with more water. She needed the distraction anyway.
“Have you seen Brigid anywhere?” Selene asked suddenly, and Lylah shook her head telling her she hadn't seen her in the last two days.
Lylah soaked a cloth and beginning to clean Selene’s desk.
“You don’t have to help me clean my room. It’s getting late already.”
“It’s my choice. Again, I wasn’t asking,” the girl said with a smile.
“Hey, Lylah, did something happen to Brigid?” Selene asked. When Lylah stayed quiet, as if contemplating whether to speak or not, Selene added, “Brigid is like my daughter. I’ve watched over her since her parents died when she was a kid. I’m worried, and I should know what she’s up to… shouldn’t I?”
Lylah nodded, giving in. “There was this incident with Beta Lucas on the full moon. Brigid acted really strange. She was desperate.”
Selene squinted. “Tell me everything, Lylah.”
Lylah began to explain everything from the start. While listening, Selene’s expression remained blank.
“And you? Why did you ask me to stay away from her?” Lylah asked in return.
“Because her with Toran.”
Lylah’s brows furrowed. “Toran? The dumb ex-king’s mistress’ brother? Toran Venis?”
“Mhm,” Selene nodded, and Lylah felt as though the air had left her lungs.
They continued to work. Selene decided to clean her private inner room. It had been a long time since she’d stepped in there.
It was quite dusty, so she focused on it. Then her eyes landed on her safe. She figured she should clean it too.
But just as she was about to unlock it, she noticed it was slightly open. Someone had accessed it.
She swung it open, and a loud gasp escaped her lips.
Lylah, deep in thought, heard the sound and rushed to check on her.
“Is everything alright, Madam Selene?” she asked the older woman, who was staring at an empty safe.
“It was there last week,” Selene muttered under her breath, eyes wide as she reached inside—but it was still empty.
“What is it you’re looking for?”
Selene glanced back at Lylah.
“The Book of Old Tales… the one that contains information about the Ouroboros,” Selene said, visibly disturbed. “It held secrets and…”
Lylah’s frown deepened while Selene felt her chest tighten. Her voice dropped low in despair.
“…It’s gone.”
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