The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 183: Chapter 183

Finally, after many hours of cries, prayers and hardwork, the sound of a baby's cry echoed through the delivery room.
Queen Brigid collapsed back onto the bed, pale and utterly exhausted to the core.
After drawing in several deep breaths, she tilted her head toward the head maid holding the child and panic rose in her as she noticed the older woman staring at the baby with disappointment.
“What is it?” Brigid rasped.
The other midwives said nothing. They only began to clear the room and clean her body. The silence, only by the baby’s cry.
“The Queen gave birth to a girl. Again,” the head maid said flatly.
Queen Brigid’s heart stopped. Her lips quivered in deep fear. After laboring for almost three days… this was all she got?
“No… no, no no. Please no. That’s not true.”
“Bring the knife.”
“Nooo!!! Do not fucking do it! Don’t you dare hurt my child! Don’t you have any feeling as a woman?! My baby did nothing!!!” Brigid screamed hysterically, veins bulging at her neck and forehead.
“This is the King’s order, Your Grace,” the head maid replied coldly, taking the knife from one of the attendants.
“No, you fucking bitch! Just tell him I delivered a son—disguise the baby as a boy! Please, please. This is the fifth child you're killing, goddammit!!!” The pain and exhaustion ripping through her body were the least of her concerns.
“At least let me hold her. Please, let me hold her. Don’t do this, Paige. I beg of you,” she cried harder, but the woman walked away with the baby and the knife, shutting the door behind her.
Brigid screamed after her. The baby’s cries mingled with her own. She struggled against the maid holding her down.
And then... It stopped.
So did hers.
The weight of the moment crushed her. And when she heard the cold voice of the maid ordering the disposal before walking back in, rage flared in her like a wildfire.
“I shall prepare herbs to get you back in shape so the King can impregnate you again. And in nine months, make sure you have a baby boy instead,” Madam Paige said.
“You fucking bitch!! I’m going to fucking kill you!!!” Brigid roared, charging at the head maid with a murderous scream.
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A fist slammed into Lylah’s cheek, throwing her backward. Before she could regain her balance, a claw sank into her waist and hurled her like a ragdoll.
Lylah rolled across the floor, earning wounds from the sharp pebbles on the rough ground. She stilled, breathing heavy with blood marring her skin.
The crowd was silent now—no one had expected Lylah to take this many hits.
The three others had been on her for the past twenty minutes, hitting her at every turn. But none of them had tried to kill her yet. They wanted to toy with her first, make a show of it before finally ending her.
“This is no fun, little wolf. Are you just tired of living? Want this match to be your death?!” the redhead laughed.
Lylah didn’t move, still breathing hard.
“Fine. Let’s end this.” The redhead signaled to the blonde, who immediately stepped forward, twirling her two swords as she approached Lylah with her sword glittering under the sun.
She brought her blade down—and then came the sickening sound of flesh tearing.
The blonde slowly stood upright. The audience's eyes widened. Tension blanketed the arena like fog.
The redhead smirked. That had been easier than she expected. But her smile vanished when the blonde staggered and collapsed to the ground, a golden dagger plunged stuck to her neck.
Holy shit.
Lylah rolled to the side, propped her chin on one hand, and stared at the dying woman choking, blood gushing from the wound.
“Dying feels like bitter, doesn’t it?” she said, then reached for her dagger, pulled it out, only to plunged it back in, deeper. Blood splashed onto her face, a drop reaching her lips—and she didn’t mind.
“You taste like shit, by the way,” Lylah muttered, then looked up at the remaining two.
She had decided to get injured in this match—to fuel her rage.
She stood, and without warning, charged at them with full speed.
Rule number one: play with your opponent’s emotions, then strike the moment they falter—with full force. Her speed was unmatched.
The dark short-haired female was still in shock—so her reaction came too late. She did exactly what Lylah expected: she shifted.
And the moment she did, Lylah twisted, leapt mid-air, and landed on her back like a predator on its prey.
A bone-cracking thud echoed.
Lylah’s two daggers found the soft spot beneath the wolf’s ear, slicing into her side before the transformation was complete. Blood sprayed. Hot. Sharp—painting Lylah’s face like war paint.
She didn’t stop. She laughed at the howl of pain.
One stab. Two. More and more. Fast and relentless.
The crowd gasped—some even screamed—but Lylah heard none of it. The bloodlust in her eyes could burn down an entire kingdom.
The poor victim tried to shift back to her human form to escape. A grave mistake.
The moment she did, Lylah shoved both daggers into her eyes, then punched them deeper, striking brain tissue and ending her.
She stood, panting, drenched in blood like a goddess of violence—and turned to face the last one.
The redhead. She froze, wide-eyed. Everything had happened too fast for her brain to process.
This she-devil had just killed two Alpha females in the blink of an eye? Without the help of her wolf?
“I might’ve gone easy on you,” Lylah said, licking the blood from her lips, “but the moment you talked shit about my sister...”
She grinned darkly.
“That earned you a shitty way to die.”
“You fucker!!!” the redhead screamed, spinning her spear and making it dance in her hands before charging at Lylah.
“Nyx,” Lylah smirked and half-shifted. The danger in her eyes doubled as they clashed.
“Don’t you think she’s becoming way too dangerous?” Lord Silas asked Toran, who had been silently watching beside him.
"I understand she is a great fighter and heavily watched but what if she slip against our hold and go berserk?" Silas asked worriedly.
Toran stared at Lylah, already the at the state of bloodlust. Seeing the girl fight and kill stirred something strange in him.
Attack wolf they had called it. It was like gem in the moon realm.
Red haired’s scream tore through the air, she crumpled to the ground, one eyes dangling out.
Lylah grinned fixing her broken arm, then began approaching the female trying to crawl away from her.
She is crazy! She is indeed the Devil's sister.
“Hey shit face. I'll like to tell you something” Lylah took the spear from the ground. “killing you will make my kill 300 men in total and since you're special, how about you help me say hi to the others?”
Redhaired growled, shifting fully charged towards Lylah, fast. They clashed like terror.
but of course Lylah took the upper and tear her opponent in pieces. Redhaired gat her head twisted in a brutal way.
The crowd cheered madly, Lylah had won.
Lylah stood to wipe the blood on her face with the back of her hand, whilst looked at Toran.
She was like a ticking bomb. The reason she kept surviving was to kill everyone involved with her sister’s death one day.
Then she left the arena soaked in blood.
At the same time, Toran was given the news about Brigid. He rose and left to his abode.