The Lycan King’s Mark (Nevara) by Tiffanie L. Campbell novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 – The King’s Move

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Chapter 94 – The King’s Move

Thoren

She had some nerve.

Showing up at my doorstep with wild claims and a child clinging to her coat like a prop in a play designed to gut me.

But it wasn’t just the stunt-it was the way she looked at me. Like she knew something I didn’t. Like she had power here.

No one holds power over me.

I stepped forward, leveling her with the full weight of my gaze. “You need to leave.”

Bethany straightened, her chin lifting like she was royalty instead of a disgruntled servant with a ghost from the past. “I will do no such thing until I get what is rightfully owed to my son. Your son.”

I didn’t flinch. “False claims aren’t owed a damn thing.”

Her smile was all venom and strategy. “Then maybe I’ll go elsewhere. Perhaps the press would be interested. I’m sure the people of this kingdom would love to hear how their noble king knowingly cast aside his own flesh and blood. And how the woman they’re about to crown queen was perfectly content to stand by and let it happen.”

That landed.

Hard.

I felt the fury surge in my blood like fire igniting dry brush.

“Fuck,” I growled, dragging a hand through my hair.

Behind me, Nevara’s voice sliced through the rising storm. “You can’t seriously be thinking of giving in to her threats?”

I turned, meeting her eyes. Stormy, Sharp. Beautiful even when she was angry.

Especially when she was angry,

Michelle stepped in before I could answer, her voice calm but urgent. “The problem is, Nevara

the public won’t care if it’s true or not. They’ll hear the words ‘secret son’ and ‘rejected queen’ and that’s it. The damage is done.”

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Nevara shook her head. “That’s insane. She could be lying.”

“She is lying,” I snapped. “I’ve never touched her. I don’t even remember her.”

Michelle didn’t argue that part. Smart woman. She just kept her eyes on the political reality. ” But if someone has the guts to go to the press, the people assume they have something real. They’ll demand answers. You’ll lose respect. And Nevara will never gain theirs.”

I hated this.

Every instinct in me wanted to call the guards, throw this woman out, and watch the gate slam shut behind her.

But this wasn’t about instincts. This was about optics.

Control.

Power.

And preserving what actually mattered.

I exhaled through my nose and jerked my chin toward the main doors. “We’re not doing this in the courtyard.”

Michelle gave a curt nod, stepping back into advisor mode. “Let’s move to your office.”

Bethany didn’t hesitate. She clutched her son closer, eyes glittering with something that made my jaw clench.

Nevara didn’t move.

I looked at her. Her lips were pressed into a hard line, her arms wrapped around herself like armor she didn’t trust me to hold.

“We’ll handle this,” I said, low and quiet, just for her.

Her stare didn’t soften.

But after a breath, she followed.

And the war moved inside,

I shut the office door harder than necessary. The echo cracked through the room like a warning shot.

Bethany flinched, Good,

Nevara stood stiffly by the bookshelves, arms crossed, anger simmering just beneath her

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skin. Michelle took a seat near the hearth, notebook in hand, ready to track every word like the scribe of

my

ruin.

I turned to the woman holding this entire farce together. “What do you want?”

Bethany lifted her chin. “I want to move back into the castle. I want my son to be raised as the future heir to the throne.”

I didn’t blink. “Absolutely not.”

“Thoren-‘

”

“He’s not my child.”

She raised an eyebrow. “So you’re denying him completely.”

“I’ve never slept with another woman. Not one. I saved myself for her.” I pointed toward Nevara without looking. “So if this is some cheap con, you picked the wrong kingdom.”

Bethany’s smile thinned into something bitter. “You seriously don’t remember me?”

“No.” I folded my arms. “I do not.”

She stepped closer, like proximity could dig up forgotten sins. “I used to serve your father. Directly. In the inner court. You used to flirt with me every time you passed through. I always turned you down… until one night, I didn’t. I let you have your way with me. I thought you were into me. Me. A little old servant girl.”

I felt Nevara bristle from across the room, and my hands curled into fists.

Bethany’s voice turned almost wistful. “Then you met your mate. And just like that, I was disposable.”

“That’s not what happened,” I snapped. “I never laid a hand on you. And I didn’t reject Nevara because I wanted to. I was forced.”

Bethany rolled her eyes. “Semantics. The point is, I thought you’d come back to me. That maybe… just maybe you cared. But instead, you ignored me. You made me feel like I never existed. So I left. And shortly after, I found out I was pregnant.”

“You keep telling the story as if it’ll make me remember something that didn’t happen.”

Her nostrils flared. “It did happen.”

She turned and pointed at the boy still waiting by the door, his eyes wide and confused.

“That child is living proof.”

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