Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 113: The Witch’s Son

"My Lady!"

A tall, muscular woman burst into Tanya’s chamber, her hands gripping Tanya’s shoulders with an urgency that sent a chill through the air.

Her bright orange eyes, usually fierce and unyielding, now shone with despair. It was Cara—one of the pure-blooded panthers who worked in King Fenrir’s palace, serving Tanya as both her personal guard and her devoted lady-in-waiting.

Despite being a pure-blooded beast, Cara held no disdain for humans. In fact, her encounter with Tanya had turned indifference into admiration. The human witch’s extraordinary talents had captivated her, and Tanya’s warm, compassionate nature had forged a bond Cara hadn’t anticipated.

Serving Tanya wasn’t just a duty—it was a privilege. And it was that very sense of loyalty that now brought Cara to Tanya’s room in the dead of night, fully dressed and prepared to act.

"What is going on, Cara? Is something the matter?"

Still groggy from sleep, Tanya rubbed her heavy eyelids, trying to make sense of Cara’s distress. But the panther woman had no time for explanations. She darted toward the closet, yanking garments from their hangers and hurriedly stuffing them into a canvas bag.

"There is no time, My Lady!" Cara exclaimed, her voice filled with fear. "We must leave immediately. I must take you to safety!"

"Safety?" Tanya’s sleep-fogged mind snapped into sharp clarity. She sat up straight, her pulse quickening. "Did something happen? Are we under attack?"

Cara paused mid-motion, her shoulders heaving as she drew in a deep breath. Slowly, she turned to face Tanya. Despite her imposing, muscular frame and the intricate black tattoos that adorned her tanned skin, the look in her orange eyes made her seem heartbreakingly vulnerable.

"King Fenrir... he’s going to kill you. He has sent assassins, and they are already on their way here."

Tanya’s heart plummeted, her breath catching in her throat as the weight of Cara’s statement pressed down on her chest.

"How is that possible?" she whispered, her voice breaking as her eyes filled with bitter tears. "I am carrying his child! How could he even think of killing someone who bears his seed?"

Cara’s expression softened, tinged with a sorrow that mirrored Tanya’s despair. She stepped closer, gently cupping Tanya’s tear-streaked cheek in her calloused hand. Her voice dropped to a compassionate murmur as she replied,

"Oh, you poor creature... That is exactly why he can kill you. Fenrir is a purist to his core. He will never accept a half-blooded child, no matter how powerful or unique it might be. To him, it is easier—cleaner—to erase you and the baby than to let either of you stain his perfect lineage."

A violent tremor coursed through Tanya’s body as a storm of emotions threatened to overwhelm her.

Her king. Her protector. Her everything... was now her executioner.

The very man who had once held her close, whispered reverent promises against her skin, and worshipped her with unrestrained passion now sought to annihilate her—and everything her body had created.

The love they had shared, the passion that had burned so brightly, now seemed as fleeting as the steps of her favorite dance. A cruel, ephemeral illusion.

"My Lady, please!" Cara urged, snapping Tanya out of her spiraling thoughts.

The panther woman draped a long black cloak around her slender shoulders, her tone growing more urgent. "Let me help you. I know a way out of the palace. I can lead you to safety, but we must leave now. Time is running out!"

Tanya nodded wordlessly, her trembling hands clutching the edges of the cloak as she followed Cara out of the room.

Each step they took felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of her grief was sinking deeper into her bones. As she ran through the shadowed hallways, her very blood mourned the loss of a love that had never truly existed.

Yet, no matter how strong the temptation to glance back, Tanya kept her gaze fixed forward. There was nothing left for her behind those walls—only betrayal and death.

She didn’t look back. There was nothing to see anymore.

And so, they ran.

True to her word, Cara managed to lead them out of the palace unnoticed, expertly navigating the labyrinth of underground passages known only to a select few—the trusted servants and the knights sworn to protect the king’s secrets.

Each step they took through the darkened tunnels felt like a lifetime, the oppressive silence broken only by the distant drip of water and their hushed, shallow breaths.

But their escape from the palace was just the beginning of an arduous journey.

They traveled far, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the heart of the Beast Kingdom.

Days stretched endlessly beneath the scorching sun, the unforgiving heat burning their exposed skin as they trudged onward. When night fell, they sought refuge wherever they could—inside caves, beneath the shelter of dense trees, or within hollowed trunks if they were fortunate enough to find one.

Sleep came in fleeting moments, haunted by the constant fear of pursuit.

Weeks passed, each one more grueling than the last. By the time they finally reached the border, they were teetering on the edge of complete exhaustion, their bodies gaunt from hunger and their minds clouded by fatigue.

The border marked their first glimmer of safety.

Here, the scent of Cara’s predatory nature would fade into the background, masked by the wild, untamed wilderness.

Tanya’s distinct human presence would be harder to track amidst the constant movement of nomadic tribes who roamed the region freely. Both women clung to the faint hope that someone among these wanderers would recognize Tanya and guide her back to her people.

For now, they settled. But even in this fleeting sense of safety, they remained vigilant. Each month, they moved to a new location, evading the occasional royal scouts sent by the lycan king, who continued his relentless search for his missing lover.

It was in the depths of this harsh and nomadic existence that Tanya’s baby was born.

The child came prematurely, so small and fragile that Cara’s heart sank at the sight of him. The panther woman, normally unshakable, was wracked with fear that the newborn wouldn’t survive the cruel reality that surrounded them.

But Tanya refused to lose hope. The moment she heard her son’s first cry—a sound so strong and defiant despite his tiny frame—she knew he was destined for greatness.

As she cradled his warm, tanned body against her chest, her heart swelled with a mix of love and certainty. freewebnσvel.cøm

A leader, a protector. His destiny was sealed in those tiny, glowing amber eyes.

"Rhaegar..." she whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Rhaegar was the leader of the very first Gypsy tribe. He brought our people together, uniting us even when we were scattered across the continent. He was our guardian, our strength, our hope. And you will be, too. Your life will be difficult, but you must never give up."

As if he fully understood the weight of her words, the baby smiled, a tiny curve of his lips that made the woman’s heart ache. Her eyes welled with tears as she gazed into the powerful gleam within his amber eyes.

With trembling hands, she placed her cold palm on the back of her son’s head, her touch tender yet firm, as if anchoring him to her love and protection.

She closed her eyes and began to chant an ancient spell, her voice a low murmur that echoed through the stillness of the night. A black fog swirled around her hand, seeping into his delicate skin, leaving behind a powerful mark.

"This is both a mark and a seal," she murmured. "The seal will hide your beastly powers, protecting you from the sharp senses of those who would wish you dead. The mark will be your hope. It will guide you to those who will embrace you, who will welcome you with open arms. Live your life to the fullest, Rhaegar. And when the time comes, you will decide whether the beast inside you will live or die."

With those final words, Tanya closed her eyes, surrendering to the exhaustion and the finality of her fate. Her heart stilled, and her breath faded, leaving her still and silent—never to open her eyes again.