All Chapters of Haunted by the Mysterious Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Calix?” He pushed his chair and stood, his movements lithe as predator, he rounded the table and stood before me. Before I could another word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. “Do it again,” he said. “What?” He ripped my chemise into two and licked my bre,asts, exactly the spot the drink had landed. Oh! And I understood the assignment. Shamelessly shivering with need, I poured droplets of wine on my brea,sts and he slurped them up almost hungrily. The sensation of his lips on my skin sent shivers down my spine, making my pulse race. “More,” he commanded. I let the wine spill over the soft curves of my breasts, the liquid cool against my heated skin. A soft moan slipped from my lips as he leaned down again, his lips tracing the droplets as if savoring every drop, every inch of me. My knees buckled and I leaned into him. "Again," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Give me more." Without hesitation, I emptied the glass on my bre,asts, the content spilling like a

Emily’s POV. The rays of the morning sun landed on my face, chasing the remnants of sleep from my eyes. A smile tugged the corners of my lips as I recalled the escapade of last night. “Good morning, My Lady!” a familiar voice broke the air. I sat up on the bed, and my gaze fell on Brielle standing at the foot of the bed. I glanced around the room, but there was no sign of Calix. “His Majesty is in a meeting with the council,” Brielle answered, as though reading my thoughts. I forced a smile to my lips. “Is everything ready for my morning preparation?” I asked. At my question, Adalyn and Laura emerged from the washroom, the sleeves of their dresses rolled up and their hands glistening with lather. “Your bathwater is ready, Your Highness,” Adalyn announced. I slipped out of bed and walked to the washroom. A sigh left my lips as I lowered myself into the water, reveling in how the bubbles burst against my skin. The soothing scents of lavender, calendula, and rosemary leaves

Calix’s POV. It all started after Han walked into the throne room this morning with a troubled expression. I knew immediately that something was wrong. “My Lord, we have a problem,” he said. I leaned forward on my throne, my brows furrowing as curiosity coursed through me. “What's it?” I asked. “It seems someone has been sneaking into the dungeon at night,” he reported. I jerked to my feet. “What?!” “The guards have reported incidents of unconsciousness that initially they thought were due to fatigue,” my beta reported. “However, upon closer inspection, they noticed signs of a foreign substance—likely a poison—being used to incapacitate them.” “Poison?” My gaze narrowed. “Yes, My Lord,” my beta continued. “The guards have reported of sudden drowsiness followed by complete unconsciousness for hours. When they awaken, they recall nothing of what transpired during their shifts. However, there have been faint traces of incense smoke lingering in the air after they awoke.”

Calix’s POV. A Lycan king should never show weakness. A Lycan king should never shed tears in front of his subjects, but I couldn't help it. I broke into more tears seeing my mate lose herself, she was no longer talking to her fingers, but drawing invisible lines on the floor. She looked like a shadow of herself—lost, fractured, nothing like the woman I held in my arms moments ago. My chest heaved with sadness, the tears streaming endlessly down my face. It was all my fault. If I hadn’t kept the truth from her—none of this would have happened. Footsteps echoed into the room and I turned to see Han entering. “My Lord, Mr. Petecin is here,” he announced. I wiped my eyes hastily, straightening from the floor as I caught sight of the royal physician lingering in the doorway. “May I come in?” Mr. Petecin asked. I nodded, motioning for him to step inside. The man moved with measured steps, avoiding the shards of shattered glass littering on the floor. He reached me, bowed,

Calix’s POV. Han bowed and proceeded out of the hallway. Taking a steadying breath, I followed him to the terrace and watched him and a dozen men charge for the city. My mind was a storm— doubts clashing against the certainty I had carried for years. Could I have lived with a lie all my life? “Our pack never intended to invade Tyr that night. We didn’t come to conquer or destroy your land, we came to free our alpha—Thane... that night a battle had ensued. It turned out your father wouldn’t let Thane go, not without a fight and so they’d engaged in a fight—the scene which you witnessed as a child in your room.” I paced the place, my hands clenching into fists. Minutes passed. Then an hour. Finally, Han and the men returned. “My Lord?” “Where’s he?” I asked impatiently as he joined me on the terrace. The rest of the men lingered in the courtyard. “He’s gone, My Lord,” Han announced. “Gone?” I stiffened and my gaze narrowed. “Gone as how?” I asked. “We searched h