All Chapters of Stealing the Heart of the Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

[ Calantha] I exhaled deeply and adjusted my cheap dress for what felt like the hundredth time. My nerves were getting the best of me and making my hands fidgety as I stepped inside the mansion. The place was buzzing with the sound of laughter, loud music, and the heavy scent of alcohol and cigarettes hung in the air. At every corner of the mansion were young adults shamelessly making out. Some were half dressed and some were worse. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus as my eyes searched around the room carefully, mentally aware that I had limited time to be here. Mrs. Grant, my owner, had sent me on an errand and I had taken advantage of the opportunity to trace and find him. Ryker. The guy I had dated for three years but never met in person. And then, all of a sudden, he went ghost on me for the past two weeks. At first, I had been worried and feared that something bad had happened to him. But now that I was standing in this chaotic scene, surrounded by wild party vibe

[ Calantha ]“You evil wrench!” Isadora’s hand slapped across my cheek, the sting sending me staggering into the kitchen table. Behind her, Mr. and Mrs. Grant stood, their furious eyes as sharp as hers.“You think you can steal the Lycan King from me? You? A worthless, stinking servant?!” She screamed, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking hard. Pain shot through my scalp, and tears burned in my eyes as I cried out.“Please, let me go! It wasn’t my fault!” I sobbed, trying to pry her hands away, but her grip was unrelenting. “Not your fault?” She screeched, leaning in closer. “Then whose fault is it? Huh? Tell me!” Her fingers tugged harder, and for a moment, I thought she might actually rip my hair out. “Mate? Mate?! No one else can be his mate but me! Never!”Then, she shoved me hard and I fell to the floor near her parents’ feet. As I struggled to get up, Mrs. Grant stepped on my hand with her sharp heel, pressing down so hard it felt like she was crushing my bones.“You neve

[ Kaiden ]As expected, my mother was waiting for me the moment I stepped into the packhouse.Queen Adeline stood in the foyer, pacing back and forth, visibly annoyed and irritated. Despite the anger radiating off her, she looked as composed and regal as always.The second her gaze landed on me, it flickered toward Calantha with nothing but hatred and disgust. The poor girl tensed beside me, visibly shrinking under my mother’s glare.Still, she bowed. “G-Good day, My Queen.”My mother didn’t acknowledge her greeting. Instead, she shifted her burning gaze to me and stormed forward.“Getting mated to a slave girl behind my back? What the hell were you thinking?!”I didn’t reply right away. Instead, I turned toward the head maid standing behind her.“Take the Luna to the room prepared for her.”The head maid obeyed immediately, leading Calantha upstairs. I waited until they disappeared before shifting my attention back to my mother.“A slave girl? Really?!” she snapped, disbelief in her

CALANTHAHaving grown up unnoticed in the shadows and always in the background, I had never been the center of attention.But now, as I stood frozen, watching Ryker recover from the punch Kaiden had just landed on him, I felt completely exposed. Every eye was on me, and I wished I could disappear into the ground.“Fuck!” Ryker hissed, steadying himself while wiping the blood from his lips. Kaiden stared at him with those cold, piercing turquoise eyes, unmoving and intimidating.At first, Ryker looked furious and ready to retaliate, until he realized it was Kaiden who had hit him. His expression shifted, and fear mixed with the anger in his eyes. He clenched his jaw, hesitated, then lowered his head slightly in submission before straightening again.“What right do you have to lay your filthy hands on the Luna?” Kaiden’s voice was sharp and icy, his eyes never leaving Ryker.I felt my heart pound at the weight of the moment, aware of the crowd still watching.Ryker let out a short, hum

THAT SAME DAYAT ALPHA SLADE’S PACKHOUSEElder Kane stepped into Alpha Slade’s packhouse, his face drawn with frustration. Timothy Grant was already seated at the long wooden dining table, rose up the moment he saw Elder Kane and extended his hand. Just like Elder Kane, he had a grave look on his face. “Elder Kane.”“Mr. Grant.” Elder Kane shook his hand firmly before taking a seat alongside Timothy Grant. His eyes flickered around the room, searching for any sign of Alpha Slade.“He’ll be joining us shortly,” Mr. Grant said, as if reading his thoughts. Then, his tone turned expectant. “How did the council meeting go today? Any good news?”Elder Kane let out a slow, measured breath before shaking his head. His stiff posture and the tension in his jaw said it all.“The Lycan King is as stubborn as ever,” he muttered, his nostrils flaring. “Once he makes up his mind, no one can change it. Not the council. Not his advisors. No one.” There was barely disguised bitterness in his tone as