Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 132: Freedom

Aladar had been ambitious from the moment he first learned to comprehend the world around him. Even as a child, he knew exactly what he wanted. And when his sparkling amber eyes settled on the gleaming gold throne of the ruling king, his path became clear.

He bided his time, carefully cultivating his plans for a coup over many years. When the day finally came, he executed his scheme with precision and ruthlessness, striking down the reigning monarch and seizing power for himself. However, his ambition didn’t stop there. For Aladar, taking the throne was only the first step.

There was one task left to secure his reign—he needed to ensure that no one else, no matter how brave or strong, would ever dare to challenge his authority. And for that, he needed to control the one person capable of destabilizing his new rule: the witch who had managed to slip through the chaos, fleeing the palace in a futile attempt to escape.

Naveen’s desperate attempt to escape proved futile. Just as she reached the palace gates, Aladar’s men surrounded her, their cold, unforgiving eyes warning her to surrender if she valued her life.

To this day, she could not fully understand why she had chosen life over freedom. Perhaps she was too young and terrified, or perhaps, buried deep within her heart, there lingered a naive hope that better days might still come.

Whatever the reason, that moment shaped her fate.

She surrendered once again, trading one tyrant for another because she could see no other path. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

But the nightmare of her existence was far from over. The worst was yet to come.

Day after day, without rest, Naveen was forced to exploit her own powers in an effort to help Aladar strengthen his. She conducted hundreds of experiments under his relentless orders, each one failing to meet the new king’s insatiable expectations. Frustrated and desperate for results, Aladar turned to something his predecessors had always deemed too dangerous and unethical.

The mutation of the half-bloods.

"If their blood is already tainted," he pondered out loud, "we might as well make use of it."

His idea was as simple as it was horrifying. At first, he instructed his men to extract Naveen’s blood and feed it to the half-beasts, hoping the infusion of her magic would alter their nature, perhaps even grant them supernatural abilities.

But no matter how much blood was drained from her, no matter how close to death she came, the results were never what Aladar had envisioned.

And then his twisted plan took an even darker turn.

"Then let her do it," Aladar commanded, his voice cold and unfeeling as he pointed directly at Naveen. "Force her to mate with the half-bloods and bear their offspring. Her blood must be strong enough to produce at least one child who possesses both the power of a beast and the talents of a witch!"

Naveen felt her blood turn to ice. The king’s words reverberated in her mind, each one sinking deeper, suffocating her in disbelief and horror. She refused to believe it. She could not believe he was serious.

"You cannot refuse," Aladar continued, his tone sharp and unwavering as he noticed the terror in the witch’s eyes. "Unlike all other witches and wizards, your existence is a secret to the world. Your life was sold to this kingdom, and your sole purpose is to serve it. If you disobey, your fate is sealed––I have no use for humans who refuse to be useful. But I also have no intention of letting them leave."

Naveen’s hands trembled as she gripped the sides of her flowing robe. She understood his meaning all too well––there were only two options: comply with his demands or face certain death.

But this time, something inside her shifted. This time, she was no longer scared. No matter how horrifying the alternative seemed, Naveen chose the path she should have taken long ago, the moment Aladar usurped the throne.

Her execution was a somber, unremarkable affair. On a quiet, overcast autumn day, she was blindfolded and shackled, led to the execution site by two guards who showed no emotion, no hint of excitement for the grim task at hand.

The cold bite of the metal chains dug into her skin, but Naveen barely registered the pain. She had already steeled herself for what was to come.

She longed for it to end. She craved the finality of it.

The sweet release of death was within reach, so tantalizingly close. But fate, it seemed, was as cruel as ever. Naveen’s misery was far from over.

"I can help you," a man’s whisper reached her ears, the blindfold over her eyes sharpening her other senses. It was her executioner. "I can help you escape and find a place to hide. They’ll never let you cross the border unnoticed, but if you stay out of sight long enough, they’ll forget you exist."

A flicker of hope stirred in Naveen’s chest, but she forced herself to remain wary. He was a pure-blooded beast—trusting him could easily spell her doom.

"Why would you do something so dangerous?" she asked, her voice steady despite her doubt. His response made her heart sink.

"Because being pure-blooded doesn’t protect me from falling in love," he confessed quietly. "I’m in love with a human witch, and I’m willing to risk everything to ensure she lives."

He didn’t need to say anything more. The weight of his words lingered in the silence that followed. Neither of them spoke again, but their mutual understanding filled the space between them.

The heavy chains binding her wrists clattered to the ground with a loud, resonant thud—the sound of freedom, raw and undeniable.

As the blindfold slipped from her face, she finally saw him. He stood tall and powerful, his bronzed skin glowing with vitality. His fiery orange eyes, brimming with tenderness, met hers, and Naveen knew in that moment he wasn’t lying.

’How unfortunate,’ she thought bitterly, the weight of her reality pressing down on her. ’Soon, both of us will be free, yet neither of us will ever know what freedom truly feels like.’