All Chapters of The Lycan King's Healer: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I gave him a blank look as I processed the news. My ex lover, who drugged me and coerced me to lock away my wife. Why would they ever want to meet with me again after that? Rage outpowered the confusion as I recalled Cathy admitting to me that Emily was behind the assassination attempt. A coldness passed through me, and I nodded with a scheming smile. “Tell them to meet with me at my other cottage. Please accompany their needs until I arrive.” Let them enjoy their last meal, their last sip of wine. The guard obeyed and swiftly retreated north down the dirt path, closer to the palace where I resided when I did not want to be under my mother and father's jurisdiction. The cottage that hosted our wedding night, the wedding night Emily tarnished. When I shut the door, I was grateful Cathy was tucked away in the kitchen. I contemplated how I was going to announce the request. I did not want her to rage in front of Theo. Bracing for the storm that she would most defi

CathyEmily was still quiet, but I could smell the envy protruding from her in waves. I smiled.“Oh, Aldrich,” Emily purred, standing up from the couch. She then floated over to him, resting a hand on his lower arm as if she was consoling him. “You poor thing. This woman has manipulated your emotions so many times.”He stiffened, clearly uncomfortable. I turned to her, asking dryly in a monotone voice,“It’s funny how you still can’t let go of Aldrich.”My words made the room freeze once again, all wary eyes on me.She masked her murderous intent with a wolf’s grin. “He has been my good friend since childhood, of course I care for him,” she squeaked, “Elias, would you like another cup of–”“Really? I didn’t know caring for someone means you drug them on their wedding night, but I suppose we have different definitions,” I said in a bored tone.Emily looked at me incredulously, an outraged panic in her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about–”I smiled at her menacingly. “The wine

We left Cathy alone in the garden. Clearly, neither of us saw her at peace very often. As Theo pulled me into his room to play with toy soldiers, I could no longer ignore the question that has been scratching my brain raw. He had to be my son. As our little soldiers fought on the wooden floor, I glanced up at him with a somber smile. I wondered if he sensed it too. “Hey…Theo,” I tentatively said, his name unfamiliar but sweet in my mouth, “would you like to learn some fighting skills?” Theo was very young, and I doubted he was interested in hand to hand combat over playing games or with toys, but I still wanted to see how he’d react. I was his age when I began training with my father’s general. And I did promise him that I’d teach him someday. “Yes!” he yelled, flying off the floor. “Teach me!” The boy was very excited at this, his eyes big and full of mischief. They reminded me of Cathy’s, how determined and bright they always were. W

“But not now,” Aldrich declared, climbing off me. I looked up at him incredulously, surprised that he was relinquishing. He straightened up after lifting himself from the bed, brushing off lint from his shirt. I cocked an eyebrow at him. “What kind of punishment did you expect, Cathy?” he questioned mockingly, mirroring me by raising an eyebrow right back. “Gather your mind from the gutter. I don’t take advantage of women like that.” I glared at him, knowing he was well-aware of what he had been implying. “You’re a liar.” He scoffed. “You know, just for that, I will punish you,” he then abruptly grabbed the glass of water from my nightstand and poured it over my head. I gasped as the cold liquid washed over me, extinguishing any of the heat growing inside of me for him. It dampened my hair and dripped icily down my spine. I glared at him with ice more cold than the water, and he smirked in response. “I did witchcraft on them,” I

The only explanation behind the glowing garden was him, but there was no explanation behind the witchcraft. I desperately looked to him for answers. When did he recognize me? How did he create the glow? His eyes looked farther away as he launched into his tale, his voice low and soft. “When I was young, I was lost in the forest and almost died because of a warrior’s betrayal,” he said, his hazel eyes darkening, “A beautiful healer found me. She healed my body and my mind and then gave me a crystal stone.” I started at that, opening my mouth. “Yes, the glow is from the crystal stone,” he confirmed, “I don’t know why she gave it to me at that time. But when she left, she told me that something useless might be something useful in the future.” He presented it to me right in his hands, and my eyes saturated with tears when I realized I recognized the stone. “She’s right, Cathy,” he whispered, and he kissed me again, our lips tasting like my