บททั้งหมดของ Loved By The Lycan King : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

JACKSON’S POVThe weight of leadership wasn’t just heavy—it was suffocating.It had been three years since my father, Alpha Xavier, stepped down and handed over the reins to me. I was only fifteen then, barely old enough to tie my shoes, let alone lead the Shadow Moon Pack. But life didn’t care about age, and neither did the pack.I’d learned quickly, but that didn’t mean it was easy. I still had so much to prove. I couldn’t afford to mess up, not with the pack’s survival on my shoulders. I had to be serious, dedicated—no room for childish mistakes. If I failed, the whole pack would feel it. That pressure was constant, a weight that never lifted.Today was no different. I sat at my desk, the paperwork piled in front of me like a mountain I had to climb. Every sheet, every document, carried weight. The pack’s future, its well-being, depended on the decisions I made.As I scanned through yet another pile of papers, a vibration in my pocket broke my concentration. I pulled out my phone a

JACKSON’S POVI stood beside Liam and Laila, my muscles tense, my wolf restless beneath my surface. Sarah hovered near Laila, her usual quiet presence barely registering in my mind.The car’s headlights cut through the dusk, tires crunching over gravel as it rolled to a stop in front of us. Liam let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples like he’d rather be anywhere else."Let’s get this over with so I can go back inside and rest," he muttered, voice rough with exhaustion.Laila, on the other hand, practically vibrated with excitement, her fingers twisting together. "Oh, come on, Liam! This is exciting! A new healer—maybe she’ll finally get you to stop complaining about your headaches."I barely heard them. My entire focus was locked onto the car door as it swung open. And then—her.Not the elderly, seasoned healer I’d expected. No. A girl—no, a woman—stepped out, her wild red hair catching the fading light like fire. She was dressed in all black, her fitted jacket hugging her frame, h

KAREN’S POVMy pulse pounded in my ears as the weight of what I had done settled in. Had I gone too far? Would he punish me for this? But if he thought I would cower like some meek omega, he was wrong."Do it," I dared, offering him my cheek, my voice trembling but fierce. "Punish me. But I won’t bow to you. I refuse to—"I was forced to swallow the rest of my words as his mouth crashed onto mine. The world spun. His lips were rough, demanding, stealing my breath, my thoughts, my anger.I pushed against him, but my hands fisted in his shirt instead, pulling him closer like my body had a will of its own. The bond roared between us, a wildfire I couldn’t control, consuming every scrap of resistance I had left.For one reckless, shameful moment, I kissed him back with everything I have got. Then reality crashed over me, cold and brutal. I tore away, chest heaving, lips tingling, my entire body trembling with the aftershocks.His smirk was infuriating, triumphant. "Hold that thought, swee

ALEX’S POVI pushed myself up on shaking arms, my pulse roaring in my ears."What the hell is so special about some weak omega girl, Father?" I rasped. "You taught me—weakness is unacceptable. And she’s nothing but pathetic and weak."His eyes burned with something I’d never seen before—fury, yes, but beneath it… disappointment in me."That weak, pathetic girl—according to you—is not just an omega, you blind fool," he snarled. "She’s the last Lycan healer."Air escaped my lungs in a rush. Last Lycan healer?I thought that was a myth. A fucking legend. A power not seen in centuries. But it turned out she was right under my nose all along—and I had rejected her."...Fuck."The door slammed shut behind my father with a finality that echoed through the room, rattling my bones. My hands trembled—not from fear, but from the molten fury searing through my veins.I lashed out—my foot connected with the chair, sending it splintering against the wall. The crack of wood was satisfying, but not e

JACKSON’S POVThe door clicked shut behind me, but I couldn’t move. My fingers stayed locked around the handle, the cold metal biting into my palm as if grounding me to this moment—to her.Karen.The memory of her hit me like a punch to the gut. The way her breath had stuttered when my fingers brushed her wrist. The flush staining her cheeks, pink as dawn, betraying what her stubborn lips refused to say. And those eyes—wide, wary, flickering between defiance and something softer. Something afraid.Mate. My wolf surged against my ribs, claws scraping bone. Ours.I gritted my teeth. “I know.”I’d known from the first second I caught her scent—wildflowers tangled with something sweet and sharp and achingly familiar. My body had recognized her before my mind could catch up, every muscle locking tight like she was the only thing worth holding onto in this world.But she didn’t want to be held.I’d seen it in the way she stiffened when I stepped too close, the way her fingers curled into fi