The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335

Lycannar

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Sadness. Regret. Guilt. That was all I felt as I stood drenched, trembling in the grand dining hall of my kingdom, now bursting with chaos and grief.

My sisters were beyond shock. My mother beyond words. Everyone was frozen in disbelief. And I stood there, motionless, like a statue carved from failure itself, watching the calamity unfold under my watchful eyes.

Even my brother hadn’t known his realm was under attack. None of us in the Lycan Kingdom did. I stood there, asking myself why.

Why, Uncle Ureh? Why, Xyrrha? Why those innocent souls who never even knew what they were dying for?

“Lycan? Lycan?? Lycannar!”

My name jolted me back. I blinked once, twice, and saw Mearez standing before me. We are both standing in the dinning hall of my kingdom.

Around us, the hall had quieted from its chaos. My father had been carried to his chambers for treatment. The others gone, scattered, grieving to seek shelter from the Lycans home. Only Zephyrine remained by my side, refusing to leave.

“Father is calling for you and My brother Hades,” Mearez said softly. I hesitated. My chest tightened. I knew what awaited me, and I dreaded it.

I turned to go, but Zephyrine followed. Her presence stopped me. I turned to face her slowly, and her expression said more than words ever could. She was sorry. Deeply, painfully sorry.

“You should stay here,” I said gently. “Let me go alone, okay?”

Her lips parted in protest, but after a long swallow, she nodded.

“I’m here, Lycan. I’ll be here.” Her voice trembled, a vow made through sorrow.

I nodded once and turned down the corridor. My steps faltered when I reached my father’s door. My brother Hades stood there too, frozen, gathering the courage to enter. Finally, he did, and I followed.

The Demon King sat upright on the bed, his back against the headboard.

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Mearez had tended to him, but it was clear he wasn’t anywhere near well. He clutched a torn, damp parchment, ruined from our journey through the portal.

For a long time, no one spoke. My brother stood by the wall in solemn respect. I remained by the door, silent.

“When I learned Salo and his daughter, Kiara, had incited war for revenge,” my father began, voice heavy, “it was already too late. Ilythra was captured first because they knew without her power, the portal couldn’t open. And if the portal remained sealed, my hybrid son couldn’t come to our aid. The second they captured and slaughtered mercilessly was the abyss army.”

Hades and I exchanged a brief glance. We knew what was coming.

“He called himself Ashmere,” my father continued, his grip tightening on the parchment. “The son of the warlord slain five years ago, the one the Abyss Army and the Lycan Warlord killed unjustly. He said he’d see this realm burn for the sins of the past. Salo promised ruin because I refused to honor his daughter’s marriage to my son.”

My father’s shoulders sagged. His knuckles whitened.

“They didn’t kill me,” he rasped, “because they wanted me to watch everything I built crumble. In the prison where my son is kept, they spared him but slaughtered the royal prisoners so that we could feel the pain of loss. My own councils sided with a mere werewolf. My advisor betrayed me. And now… a whole realm has fallen.”

I said nothing. I couldn’t.

“If one of you hadn’t abandoned your throne,” he thundered suddenly, “would this have happened?!”

“Father…”

“You will hold your tongue, Hades!” he snapped. “You both will. I will not die easily, not when vengeance remains undone. I want justice. Salo and his daughter will kneel. That warrior who came to burn my realm, Ashmere, he said…” My father’s voice dropped into a growl. “I don’t want his head on a platter. No. I want him to lose what he loves most. Only then will I rest in peace.”

Silence swallowed the room. He closed his eyes in dismissal, and we left.

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