All Chapters of The Lycan King's Branded Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Third Person Pov In the quiet confines of Beta Severus's office, the dim candlelight casting long shadows across the room, Kazia stood before the imposing figure of the Beta. She had taken precautions to ensure her visit remained hidden from prying eyes, acutely aware of the significance of her meeting with him.Severus, usually engrossed in his duties and seldom encountering Kazia directly, was taken aback by her presence. He regarded her with a hint of curiosity, his strong features etched with intrigue as he inquired, "What brings you here, Kazia? Is there something you need from me?"Kazia hesitated, glancing around to ensure their privacy. She then began to explain her predicament, her voice cautious and tinged with concern. "Beta Severus, I find myself in a rather complicated situation. Luna Agrippina somehow discovered that I left the palace last night and didn't return until dawn."The shock on Severus's face was evident as he absorbed her words. He leaned forward, intent on

Third-Person PovThe moon hung low in the night sky as Kazia stepped into the heart of the Silver Crest pack, her heart afluttering with a blend of excitement and trepidation. This was her new beginning, a chance at a life beyond the confining walls of Murad's palace. Beside her, Iris and Elena shared her anticipation, their eyes wide with wonder and awe as they took in the splendor of their new surroundings.Waiting at the entrance, tall and regal, was King Kavan. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, met Kazia's with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. In that moment, beneath the silvery glow of the moon, she felt an inexplicable connection with him, a bond that went beyond words."Welcome home, Kazia," Kavan said, his voice a gentle caress that seemed to echo through the night. His smile was warm, a stark contrast to the cold, calculating demeanor she had grown accustomed to in Murad. Without hesitation, he drew her into his arms, his embrace a promise of safety and belong

Third-Person PovIn the heart of the Silver Dawn pack, Murad's wrath raged like a storm. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now burned with a dangerous fire. The palace, once a bastion of power, echoed with his furious commands. His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms as he paced back and forth, his growls filling the air.“She’s gone! How dare she leave? How dare she defy me?” Murad’s voice, usually smooth and commanding, was now a low, guttural snarl, reverberating through the stone walls.The guards, well-versed in sensing their king’s mood, dared not meet his eyes. They stood in tense silence, their faces etched with fear, as they awaited further instructions.“Search the pack!” Murad roared, his voice echoing through the corridors. “Every corner, every hidden crevice. Tear this place apart if you must! Find her!”The guards hurriedly rushed out, their footsteps echoing through the palace halls as they began their frantic search. Meanwhile, Murad’s mind raced with t

Third-Person PovIn the heart of the Silver Crest pack, where ancient trees whispered secrets and the wind carried the scents of the wilderness, Kavan sat in a grand chamber adorned with symbols of his pack's rich history. Around him, the Council of Elders, a group of wise and seasoned Lycans, had gathered. Their eyes, filled with both respect for their leader and concern for their pack, focused intently on Kavan.The topic of discussion was a heavy one — Kazia, the newly introduced mate of their Alpha. The room was charged with tension, a palpable force that seemed to crackle in the air."We cannot allow her presence to endanger our pack," Elder Abelard, a silver-furred Lycan with piercing blue eyes, spoke firmly, voicing the concerns of many in the room. "The Silver Dawn pack is ruthless. Murad's wrath knows no bounds, and by keeping Kazia here, we are inviting a war upon us."Kavan, his expression resolute, slammed his hand on the table. "I will not send her back to that hell," he

Third Person PovIn the dimly lit chamber of the Silver Dawn pack's palace, Murad sat on his throne, his expression twisted into a mixture of rage and disbelief. The news that had reached him was like a poison, seeping into his veins and igniting a fury that threatened to consume him entirely.His spies, ever vigilant and cunning, had confirmed the rumors that had been circulating. Kavan, his rival, had found his mate in Kazia, the very pet Murad had once owned. It was a revelation that pierced his heart with a blend of jealousy and anger, a volatile cocktail that fueled his desire for revenge.Sending for his most trusted spies, Murad demanded a detailed report. He wanted to know every detail, every nuance of their interactions. The spies, well-versed in their craft, presented him with a thorough account of Kazia's integration into the Silver Crest pack.As the words poured into the room, Murad's hands clenched into fists. The audacity of Kavan, stealing away what he considered his