All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Wanted Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Liam's POV "Hey, Andre," I called lazily as I tried to keep my eyes open, "I can't seem to move my legs." "My king," Andre whispered in a pained tone. "Andre," I called again, "My insides are on fire." I heard the sound of metals crashing on the floor and my ears rang from the noise. I turned my head as it was the only thing that didn't feel heavy. Andre was on his knees staring at me with tears gathered in his eyes. "Don't look at me like that," I scowled but ended up groaning in pain. "I don't know what else to do," he whispered. "Your fever won't come down. You complain of body pains and even likened it to a tree falling on you. You've been throwing up for two days now, my King." Everything he listed ridiculed the hours of pain I was going through. "You make it sound so easy," I muttered. Speaking took too much from me and it left me breathless. "The healers don't know what to make of your strange illness and it worries me. It feels like an endless circle. What else should

Aurelia’s POV"M-My body?" I stammered as I stared at him in shock. The serious look on his face told me he wasn't joking. I was yet to recover when he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards my bed. I heard the door slam shut and my heart jumped."You Highness please wait-""I've endured enough. You're driving me crazy. Do you know who I am? I am the Lycan King!" he boasted and each word added a beat to my heart. "Come here," I gasped when he pulled me down onto his lap."Now stay still," he gruffed and rested his head on my heaving chest.My eyes widened and a whimper escaped my lips, "Your highness-""I need silence," he stated and his shoulders came up and down in a sigh.Different thoughts raced in my head but I didn't dare say a thing. I heard him inhale deeply and I wondered if he was taking in my scent.Had he come all the way just for that? He already rejected me as his mate so why was he coming to me?My back was arched and his hands rested lazily on the low of my bac

Aurelia's POVI squeezed my fist on my thighs as I sat uncomfortably in his chambers. I could feel several stares on my skin and I didn't dare lift my head up."Do you feel any better now?" Andre asked expectantly. He sounded like a child whose promise was delivered.I couldn't stop thinking about that wink and those words of misconception. He was probably thinking the same thing.My cheeks heated as I bit my bottom lip softly."His colour already looks bright," this was Emma and she sounded heavy in thought. I wondered what was heavy in her heart, it was too impossible to miss.I stared down at the jean and round neck top I was wearing and was thankful that his highness had listened when I begged him to at least let me take a shower.He let me into his bathroom that looked like a mini lake but was wide enough to fit at least a hundred people.I showered as quickly as I could as every now and then he would threaten to kick the door open. The thought that he was at the other side of th

Aurelia's POVI was seated in his study room again today while he spoke with Emma and Andre. I rested my eyes as I willingly spaced out on their conversation.I guess I should be paying attention to pack matters since I was going to be Luna-No! I frowned at the thought, sending it packing as quickly as it came. When did I start to think things like that? I was clearly getting ahead of myself.I found that I was getting too comfortable with the King's daily attention and it worried me. He found the littlest excuse to reach for me and share physical contact. While it made me blush whenever he was fast asleep or whenever I could get some alone time, it also left a dreadful feeling in my heart.His attitude around me was changing drastically. His eyes would search for me to make sure I was where he dropped me and whenever they landed on me, I could see relief and a smile in his eyes.The King was making my heart beat faster whenever I thought about him and when he was close to me. I had

Aurelia's POV "What happened to you?" Liam asked in a soft voice as he pulled me away from his embrace to stare into my face. My cheeks were coated with tears and I drew in every breath slowly as if afraid I would have a panic attack if I rushed my explanation. His hands gripped my shoulders, forcing me to stare up at him. Under my blurry vision, I could make out lines of worry on his brows. His expression almost made me laugh. Why did he look like he was ready to rain down hell on who had made me cry? My mate searched my eyes in silence and his expression only hardened. Was he concerned, but why? "Why do you keep crying?" he asked again but this time, it felt like he was asking himself. "I don't know what to do," he trailed off, mumbling some words as his eyes wandered but mine focused on the movement of his mouth. His lips were full with a Cupid's bow arched perfectly on the top. They were very inviting but ...they seemed cold. Those lips spoke to me in such a comforting way