The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 214

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A death too soon

(Caius)

I looked at Pryor.

“Have Zeron report here.”

“I’ll bring him.”

Pryor left the dining room without another word. Lira remained beside the table because there was nothing else to report until Zeron arrived. Isla reached for her tea but never took a drink. Her attention stayed on the green council seal resting beside my plate.

No one spoke.

Torvin’s death had changed the direction of the morning. A prisoner under my judgment hadn’t simply died. Someone had interfered before my sentence had run its course.

Several minutes passed before footsteps reached the dining room.

Zeron entered still dressed for travel. Dust covered the hem of his cloak, and his sword remained fastened at his side. His eyes moved briefly to Isla before returning to me. Then he stopped beside the

table.

“You wanted to see me.”

“I did.”

I motioned toward the empty chair.

“Sit.”

He lowered himself into the chair without hesitation. Lira remained standing nearby while Pryor returned to his place beside the wall. Isla still hadn’t looked away from the seal.

“Lira told me you found Torvin.”

“I did.”

“I want every detail.”

Zeron gave a single nod.

“We were preparing to leave Ashcrest. Before we departed, I went to check on Torvin one final time. ! wanted to confirm he remained under the conditions of your sentence before responsibility passed to the royal guards staying behind. Nothing suggested there would be a problem.”

He paused before continuing.

“When we reached the cell, the guard called to him. There was no answer. He called again, but Torvin never moved. That’s when I went inside.”

“So you entered immediately.”

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“Yes.”

His expression remained unchanged.

“Torvin was lying beside the bed. The restraint was still secured exactly as you ordered. Nothing looked out of place, but I knew something wasn’t right the moment I saw him.”

I held his gaze.

“What did you see?”

“He wasn’t lying the way I’d expected. If the restraint had finally overcome hirn, I would’ve expected a gradual decline. Instead, it looked as though death had come quickly.”

“You touched nothing?”

“No.”

“What did you do?”

“I ordered the guards to remain outside the cell. No one entered after me.” He glanced briefly toward Lira before looking back at me. “Then I sent for the healer.”

“The healer examined him immediately?”

“Yes.”

“And reached the wrong conclusion.”

“At first.”

He nodded once.

“The restraint was the obvious explanation. It wasn’t until the examination continued that the healer realized the amount of wolfsbane in Torvin’s body couldn’t have come from the chain alone.”

I turned to Pryor.

“The guards?”

“We’ve already begun questioning them.”

“They’ll be interviewed separately?”

“They already are.”

“No one speaks to another until those interviews are complete.”

“It will be done.”

I looked back at Zeron.

“Did anyone have reason to silence Torvin before the Council arrived?”

“I don’t know.”

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His answer came without hesitation.

“But someone clearly believed he knew something worth killing for.”

Silence settled over the table:

I let his words sink in. This hadn’t been an act of panic. Whoever did this had planned it.

“Who remained assigned to Torvin after you left?”

“The same four as before. Two royal guards, the Ashcrest healer for scheduled inspections, and the servant responsible for his meals. No substitutions were made.”

I nodded once.

“Did Torvin say anything unusual before you left Ashcrest?”

Zeron thought for a moment.

“No.”

“Nothing?”

“He complained about the restraint. Asked how much longer it would remain.”

I wasn’t interested in complaints.

“Anything else?”

“He asked one question.”

“What was it?”

“He wanted to know whether the Eastern Council had arrived.”

The room became still.

Lira frowned.

“He asked that the evening before he died.”

Something about it refused to sit right with me,

“He knew they were coming.”

“He did.”

“Did anyone tell him?”

“No.”

That answer concerned me more than I cared to admit.

Someone inside Ashcrest had spoken to Torvin. Or someone outside had found a way to reach him. Neither possibility was acceptable.

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Heaned back slightly.

“I don’t care that Torvin is dead.”

No one at the table–misunderstood what I meant.

“He should have died the day he decided chaining my mate was acceptable.”

My attention remained on Zeron.

“What I care about is when he died.”

Silence followed.

“He survived weeks under the sentence I imposed. Then the Eastern Council moved its arrival forward, and within a day someone made sure he would never answer another question.”

Lira nodded.

“The timing is difficult to ignore.”

“It isn’t difficult,” I said. “It’s deliberate.”

Pryor looked at me.

“You believe the two are connected.”

“I believe someone does.”

Silence returned.

I looked at Zeron once more.

“Did Torvin know why he was being kept alive?”

“He believed it was part of his punishment.”

“He never questioned it?”

“He complained about it. Nothing more.”

I considered everything we’d learned.

“Someone didn’t want him alive when the Council arrived.”

Whether Torvin knew something or whether someone feared he might speak no longer mattered. Someone had interfered with my judgment. That alone demanded an answer.

I rested one hand on the table.

Two problerns now stood before me, and neither could wait for the other. The Eastern Council would arrive tomorrow whether I welcomed them or not. They would expect answers before asking their first

question.

Pryor understood it as well as I did.

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“I’ll have the council chambers prepared before noon. Additional guards will be assigned immediately. Everything will be ready before the Council arrives.”

“Good.”

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Before I could say anything else, Isla drew in a sudden breath. Every eye at the table turned toward her as her fingertips brushed the green seal. Something had reached her again.

The room fell completely silent. My attention remained on Islà as her expression changed. Whatever she was seeing, it wasn’t here with us. I waited for the vision to release her instead of trying to pull her away from it.

A feeling of unease settled over the room.

None of us spoke as we watched Isla. Whatever she was experiencing, it was happening somewhere beyond the walls of Wraithbone. All I could do was wait and hope whatever she found would bring us closer to the truth instead of another mystery.

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