Semua Bab The Lycan King's Mate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Lyra’s pov The forest stretched out in front of us, a green wave as we walked. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting odd shadows on the path ahead. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves, birds calling somewhere above us and an occasional branch cracking under our feet. Greg led the way, a dead wildebeest more than twice his size and weight weighed across his massive shoulders. His bare chest shone with sweat and every muscle moved easily beneath his skin. Meanwhile, I was shuffling along at a snail’s pace, my body in agony from hours of torturous walking; my stomach felt like it was eating itself, my legs were on fire and every step sent shooting pains through my lower back. Greg turned slightly, his eyes glinting in the low light. “How’s your training going?” I breathed in deeply, trying not to sound as tired as I felt. “It’s fine, I suppose.” He arched one eyebrow, a faint smile on his lips again. “Just fine?” I did an eye roll. “It’s difficult but I’m doing it

Author’s povSanchez dragged Steven along the packhouse’s long halls, his grasp unbreakable.Steven fought, his fingers tearing at Sanchez’s hand, but he couldn’t do it.“Let go of me!” Steven hissed, panic rising in his voice.But Sanchez didn’t release him.His face was stone-cold and his eyes were burning with an anger Steven had never seen before.The packhouse doors swung open as Sanchez threw Steven out, causing Steven to roll out onto the dirt.The cool night air blew in Steven’s face, although he wasn’t aware of it. His mind had gone into overdrive.He could not believe that this was happening now.“Please don't do this. You have to stop. It’s not good. Please stop.”“I told you to stay away from her. It was very simple. Anyone would do that with half a brain. But you refused to listen.”But Stephen refused to listen. “I get it. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I wasn’t thinking.”Sanchez growled at this as he rolled his eyes in disgust.“Not thinking? You put your hands on

Authors povIn the dead of night, hidden by trees that reached towards the sky, a group of elders congregated in a clearing far into the deep forest. The moon illuminated them softly but the density of the leaves produced enough darkness to ensure that they would not be heard. They were all uneasy for one reason or another; some worried, others angry and a few even still bemused.“We cannot let this stand,” said Darius, a tall Lycan with loose silver hair. His eyes shone like fresh snow. “We just can’t.”“Agreed.” Another elder, named Rowan, grumbled. He was shorter but built like a warrior and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest. “A mere wolf cannot be Luna; this goes against everything we have built.”Again there were murmurs of agreement from a few of the elders and silence from others.“Maybe we should consider this.” Elder Magnus spoke calmly, his aged face held wisdom but also doubt. “Greg is our king. If he feels that this woman is right for him… then who are we not to

Lyra’s povThe next morning, I woke up to sunlight getting in through the curtains. I yawned and stretched as I felt a bit groggy from last night. It was then that I heard a knock on the door as I got out of bed and looked at the clock.Who could be at the door this early in the morning, I thought to myself before I stretched again.Before I could even take a step to the door, the front door flew open and in walked a woman with fabric swatches and a measuring tape around her neck, followed closely by two others with boxes, and bags.“Good morning Miss Lyra,” the woman smiled brightly. “My name’s Clara, I’m the lead designer of the pack; Alpha Greg sent me here to get your measurements for tonight’s ball.”I blinked sitting up in bed, my mind in a whirl at what she had just said. “Ball? What ball?”Clara tilted her head, still smiling. “The ball that Alpha Greg will be holding tonight. It’s quite important and he would have you looking your best there if I heard it right, you’re going

Lyra’s povI hadn’t expected this.The grand ballroom was dazzling, golden chandeliers turning the light into shards that scattered through the room. People crowded around, the scent of wine and spices hanging in the air but beneath it all, there was no mistaking that this was a Lycan party. It hung heavy in the air, a heady thing that stilled my heart for a moment.I followed Greg through the crowd, feeling my heart pound in my chest. A ball that Greg had thrown me that night but I was still scared of how everything was going to go.I stood in the middle of the most powerful Lycans and Alphas in existence as my mated partner walked around trying to introduce me.All I could do was smile and try to be as polite as possible. I didn’t want to cause any war or trouble as I knew how lycans could be. They found so many things offensive and the minute most of them knew I was a wolf, they would flip.What was I even saying? Through my scent, I was sure they already knew I was a wolf. I gulp