All Chapters of SAVED BY THE LYCAN KING : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ELISE'S POVAfter leaving Lady Elena's room, I made my way to the grand hall where the ball was held. The warmth and comfort of Lady Elena’s sitting room had faded, replaced by the sad reality of the world outside her door—a world where I was no longer the Luna, but a maid who was given a job to clean up after the very people who once looked up to me. It was ironic really. As I approached the hall, I heard the clattering of dishes and the murmur of voices. The other maids were already at work, clearing away the remnants of the ball. I paused for a moment at the entrance , taking in the scene before me. The once luxurious looking room now seemed empty. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside. The other maids glanced up briefly as I entered, but they quickly returned to their tasks, too engrossed in their work to pay me much mind. I was grateful for that. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone anyway. I found my place among the others, grabbing a stack of dirty plates and beginning to

ELISE'S POVI drifted through vivid dreams in my sleep. Suddenly, my body became filled with warmth and my nerves felt alive with a kind of sensation I hadn't felt in a long time.I felt a touch against my skin. The touch was gentle and felt sweet, tracing patterns across my skin. I sighed softly, sinking deeper into the feeling, letting it wash over me.In my mind, it was Ferris, the one person who made me feel safe. The one man I desired and craved. My body and my wolf craved for him in ways I hadn't ever imagined before. I wanted him more than anything. I could almost see him. In my dreams, I envisioned his strong hands caressing me, his lips pressing against my skin in a way that made me feel whole again. I moaned his name. “Ferris…” I whispered softly. The touch became more intimate, more demanding. I arched into it, lost in the dream, letting myself go completely. It felt so good, so right. His hands moved over my body, tracing the curve of my breasts and squeezing my nipples

FERRIS' POVI sat in my study, seated in front of an analyst I had invited. I leaned back in my chair, watching as he went over Jackson's documents for the hundredth time. I invited him to help me prove that Jackson's documents were fake. "From what I've analyzed, Your Majesty," the analyst said, "these documents appear to be authentic. Every detail aligns perfectly with official records. No issues, no forgeries. Whoever prepared them did a flawless job."Flawless. The word taunted me in my mind. I knew that these documents were fake. Jackson had forged them carefully and found a way to cover his tracks. But there was no proof, no visible error to hold on to. "Thank you," I managed to say "I appreciate your thoroughness."The analyst stood up and bowed his head "It's my pleasure, Your Majesty. If there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to reach out."I forced a tight smile. "Rafael will see you out."Rafael, who had been standing by the door in his usual silent manner

HELEN'S POVI stood outside Gina’s door. My heart was pounding so loudly that I was sure she could hear it through the wood. I knew what was coming. There was no escaping it now. I had failed her, and Gina wasn’t the type to let failure slide—not without consequences.Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. There was a pause, just long enough for me to reconsider everything that had brought me to this moment. But before I could, her voice called out. "Enter" I pushed the door open slowly, stepping into her room. Gina stood by the window with her back to me. Her posture was rigid and I knew she was annoyed. I could basically see her body tremble a little. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.“You wanted to see me, Gina?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. She didn’t turn around. “You messed up, Helen. I trusted you with a simple task, and you failed.”“I—I’m sorry, Gina,” I said, “I did exactly as you instructed. I gave Elise the drink, just as you asked, but—”“But wh

ELISE'S POVThe water was cold—colder than I could have imagined. It moved into every part of me, numbing my skin, my muscles, my bones, until it felt like I was nothing more than a block of ice. The shock of hitting the water had knocked the breath out of me, and now, as I sank deeper and deeper, the pressure of the water pressed down on my chest. My lungs screamed for air, but all I could manage were weak gulps. I tried to swim, to kick, to push myself back to the surface, but the pain was too much. It spread through my entire body. The ache I felt made it impossible to move. My limbs felt like they were filled with lead, very heavy. It hurt to even think about trying.As I sank deeper into the water, my mind became filled with so many thoughts. My life flashed before my eyes, like a a film reel of memories—moments I wished I could relive, choices I wished I could change. If I had just spoken up more, if I had just been braver, maybe things would have been different. Maybe I woul