All Chapters of The Lycan King's Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Author’s povAnna stood at the centre of the pack grounds, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched King Greg and his Lycans vanish. The entire pack had congregated to see them off, and now a heavy silence blanketed the area. No one had expected this. Most assumed the Lycans would stay forever and govern over them. But no sooner had they taken control than they’d abruptly departed–leaving an even bigger problem in their wake to solve.Anna’s thoughts were racing at lightning speed. Alpha Derrick was gone; he’d disappeared after King Greg’s takeover–whether dead or still hiding somewhere most couldn’t be sure yet, but missing all the same–and until someone did step up, their leadership crisis wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. In Anna’s mind, there was no one else for the job.She smiled as she stepped forward, coughing and drawing everyone’s eyes. The elders gathered not too far off, their gazes sharp with disapproval as she started to speak.“I will assume command of

Lyra’s pov The drive to the Alpha’s pack lands was taking forever. I sat quietly as my mind flooded with all the possibilities of what might be in store for us when we got there. Each gallop in the road made me even more nervous, more afraid of the unknown future that lay before me. Helga sat beside me, her face blank, but I could sense she wasn’t any more excited about this than I was. She had agreed to come with me but that didn’t necessarily mean it was a good thing or she wouldn’t resent me for this later. The carriage came to a sudden halt, pulling me out of my thoughts. I peered out the window and found us before the packhouse. It was a large structure much bigger than I had anticipated it to be. Voices were filtering through and the sounds of a pack going about their day in preparation for opening for that day. My heart skipped a beat; was I ready? The door swung open and the Alpha stood aside, taking his time in stretching his limbs. When he cast a gaze at me, I could read

Lyra’s povI was pacing the halls, getting a feel for the place while they finished up my room. There were so many people around! So many Lycans of all shapes and sizes. I could hear their hushed whispers as they talked about me. I smiled and nodded at a few but the looks they gave me in return made it clear that making friends won't be happening any time soon. I felt their gazes burning into my back as I walked by and couldn't help but catch pieces of what they were saying.“Who does she think she is?” one muttered."She's just a wolf, she doesn't belong here." another voice said harshly. "She's nothing. Even a baby Lycan could tear her apart." someone else sneered.I gritted my teeth, keeping my head straight ahead. I wouldn’t let their insults get to me. It stung like hell, but they couldn’t see that it did. I had to be strong here. The Lycan King brought me here, and I wouldn’t allow anyone to treat me as if I were beneath them. I still had some pride left in me whether they chos

Author’s povIt was late and the moon was high in the Lycan Kingdom. Most of the pack had gone to rest for the night. The air was silent with only a few howls in the distance.Inside his grand castle, King Greg was getting ready to go into his chambers. He had spent all day working with his kingdom, training with his warriors and handling everything that he owned as king. He was tired, every part of him ached from everything he did as a king and just when he was about to take off his tunic there was a sudden knock on the door.Greg frowned. No one ever came to his door at this time unless it was urgent. He wondered if he kept quiet, maybe the person could leave but the knock came again and again as he growled impatiently and hit his feet. Opening the door Greg looked down to see one of the eldest members of the pack, an elder who had been an advisor long before Greg became king.The elder, a man with a long white beard and eyes which seemed to pierce one’s soul, stood in the doorway.

Lyra’s povI stepped out of my room that morning, feeling a little better after my bath but still with the building sense of chaos I had woken up with. It didn’t also help that I had had a meeting with the beta and I gulped thinking about it. The packhouse air was cool against my skin but I barely felt it. I was too preoccupied by the looks the maids were giving me.While I walked through the packhouse, I could see the way the people around me stared at me like I was dirt. Like I didn’t belong here.I knew that they were lycans and I was a wolf but this… this was too much.Their colourful eyes were scornful and icy each time they met mine. Every time a maid passed me, I felt as though she was hissing about me to her neighbour. I didn’t know what to do and I tried to keep my head screwed straight on but it was not working.I heaved a sigh as I kept on walking away, telling myself that I was just being worried for nothing.But I wasn’t worried about anything. It wasn’t just in my head.