Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings

The Lycan Kings' room was cloaked in an uneasy tension, the faint glow of the moon filtering through the high windows.

Denzel lay back against the headboard of his grand bed, his blue eyes glinting with frustration. Devonte, on the other hand, paced restlessly, his dark aura filling the room with palpable annoyance. Both brothers bore wounds that refused to heal, leaving them in a state they were entirely unaccustomed to vulnerable.

The kingdom's elite doctors were circling around them, their faces tight with worry as they examined the Kings. Despite their expertise, the cause of the delayed healing remained a mystery.

Denzel broke the silence, his voice cutting through the still air. "What's going on? Why aren't we healing like we should?" His tone was sharp, edged with the irritation of being confined to bed for three days.

One of the younger doctors flinched under his gaze, fumbling with her notes. She nervously rubbed her forehead and avoided eye contact. "W-We're still trying to determine the cause, Your Majesty," she stammered.

Devonte stopped pacing, his piercing glare fixed on her. "You're telling me that with all your so-called expertise, you still have no idea?" he growled, his voice a dangerous rumble that made the air feel heavier.

The young doctor paled and took a step back, her hands trembling. "I-I'm sorry, Your Majesty. We're doing everything we can."

Devonte's patience snapped. "This isn't why we keep you here. If you can't do your job, then what use are you?" His voice thundered, causing the other doctors to shrink away in fear.

Just as the tension in the room reached a breaking point, an elderly doctor stepped forward, his weathered face calm despite the chaos. He bowed respectfully before speaking. "Your Majesties, if I may…"

Denzel's gaze shifted to him, curiosity flickering behind his irritation. "Go on," he said, his tone less sharp but still commanding.

The senior doctor straightened, his voice steady and measured. "There is a way for you to heal more quickly. It is an ancient method, one tied to the very nature of our kind."

Devonte's brows furrowed as he crossed his arms. "And what is that?"

The doctor glanced between the two brothers, as if weighing his words carefully. "Our wolves have the ability to heal even the gravest wounds when they are in proximity to their mates. Their closeness, their bond, can accelerate the healing process significantly."

The room fell silent as the weight of his words settled over the Kings. Denzel and Devonte exchanged a look, their expressions a mix of fascination and unease.

Denzel's lips twitched into a faint smirk. "So, you're saying that just being close to her could fix this?"

The doctor nodded. "Precisely, Your Majesty. Your mate's presence would provide the strength your wolves need to heal themselves. It is a natural remedy, one far more effective than any medicine or treatment we can offer."

Devonte's jaw tightened as he mulled over the suggestion. "And what if we don't want to risk her getting involved in this mess? We've taken an oath not to mark her until we understand the mysteries surrounding her."

The senior doctor's gaze hardened slightly. "With all due respect, Your Majesties, this is not about marking her. Simply being near her could suffice. However, I must stress that there is no alternative solution. If you wish to recover fully and quickly, this is the best. and perhaps the only way."

Denzel leaned back, his smirk fading into a contemplative frown. "Convenient," he muttered, his mind clearly racing.

Devonte let out a low growl of frustration, his hands clenched into fists. "We need another option," he said, though his tone betrayed his doubt.

The doctor shook his head solemnly. "There is none, Your Majesty. The bond between mates is sacred for a reason. It is nature's way of ensuring our survival."

The brothers fell silent, their thoughts swirling with conflict. The solution was simple in theory but complicated in practice. They had sworn to protect Zara, to shield her from the dangers of their world until they unraveled the secrets tied to her. But now, it seemed she might be their only salvation.

Denzel let out a heavy sigh, breaking the silence. "Let us think about this," he said, his tone firm, signaling the doctors to leave.

As the medical team bowed and exited the room, the brothers were left alone with their thoughts. and the heavy burden of an impossible choice.

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As soon as the door clicked shut behind the doctors, the silence in the room grew heavy. Denzel was the first to break it, his Sapphire eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, his tone filled with frustration.

"This is impossible," he muttered, rubbing a hand down his face. "Being around her, knowing what she is to us, and not touching her? It's madness."

Devonte, pacing once again, nodded in agreement. "You're telling me," he said darkly, his voice laced with irritation. "Do they even understand what they're asking? Being that close to her and not giving in to… instincts?" He let out a low growl. "It's torture. Plain and simple."

Denzel exhaled deeply, his jaw tightening. "I know. But we don't have any other options. The longer we wait to heal, the more vulnerable we become. This isn't just about us. it's about the kingdom."

Devonte stopped pacing, crossing his arms as he stared at his brother. "So, what? You're suggesting we spend the night with her without doing anything?"

Denzel nodded grimly, his expression hard. "Exactly. We stick to the plan. No marking. No crossing boundaries. We just… endure it." His voice was steady, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed the struggle within.

Devonte let out a sharp breath, his fists clenching at his sides. "Damn this situation," he muttered under his breath. "How are we supposed to get through this without losing our minds?"

Before either of them could dwell on the matter further, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hall. Their Beta, Ethan burst into the room, his face pale and tense.

"Your Majesties," he said, his voice urgent as he bowed quickly.

Denzel and Devonte immediately straightened, their sharp eyes locking onto him. "What is it, Ethan?" Denzel demanded, his tone low and dangerous.

Liam hesitated for a moment, as if unsure how to deliver the news. But the urgency in his demeanor made it clear that whatever he had to say was dire. "It's about Luna," he said, his voice tight. "She's challenged Jennifer to a duel tomorrow."

The room seemed to freeze, the weight of his words sinking in like a thunderclap.

"What?" Devonte's voice was a sharp snarl, his eyes glowing with barely restrained fury.

"A duel?" Denzel repeated, his tone icy as he stood from the bed. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Ethan swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between the two furious kings. "Jennifer was bullying an omega earlier today. Luna stepped in to protect her and, in the heat of the moment, challenged Jennifer to a duel in front of the entire pack."

The brothers exchanged a look, their shock quickly morphing into rage and concern.

"She did what?" Devonte growled, his voice reverberating through the room.

Liam nodded grimly. "The news is spreading fast. The entire kingdom knows about it now."

Denzel's hands clenched into fists, his jaw tightening as he processed the information. "That woman," he muttered, his voice filled with equal parts frustration and admiration.

"She doesn't know what she's gotten herself into," Devonte said, his voice low and dangerous. "Jennifer won't just fight to win—she'll fight to kill."

Both brothers were struck with a sense of urgency, their previous frustrations about their healing temporarily forgotten. Zara wasn't just their mate. she was their responsibility. And now, she was walking straight into the lion's den.

"We can't let this happen," Denzel said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Devonte nodded, his expression hardening. "Tomorrow, we stop it. Whatever it takes."