All Chapters of My Secret Call Boy is Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Violet’s POV)"Ten million. You should leave now—my husband is coming back today."As we were both climaxing, Luc's fangs instinctively neared my neck, but I pushed him away.We can kiss, we can have sex, but we can never mark each other. Especially in this moment — because he was just my call boy.Luc raised an eyebrow, his muscular upper body still bare, revealing his flawless muscles. "I thought you'd want to go for another round like usual. "He grabbed my hand, making me feel his heated chest muscles. His beautiful golden eyes looked down at me, his voice laced with temptation."...Not one more time? Let your husband go away. One more time, and I'll tell you a secret of mine..."He seemed to have made up his mind, pausing for a moment before saying, "A secret that will surprise you."My call boy was the most handsome man I had ever seen, far beyond my husband. His cock and skills were also impressive, always driving me out of control.As he spoke, he looked down at me. I’ll admi

(Violet's POV)I froze.That photo... the figure in the photo, it looked so much like my call boy, Luc.Luc.It couldn’t be.The lawyer kept talking, “A ruler who rose from blood. Silent. Ruthless. Brilliant. He has no mate. No queen. And lately, no patience for werewolf drama. But... if you could get in front of him…”“Why would a man like him be in such a small town? ”I asked."I don't know," the lawyer wiped his sweat and said. "I’ve heard that the Werewolf Court has been planning a marriage alliance with him. Maybe that's why he came...?"The lawyer had said Lucian was reclusive, rarely seen—more specter than sovereign. He’d disappeared from the public eye years ago, only to emerge drenched in metaphorical blood, his enemies dismantled and the throne finally his.He is a cruel, bloodthirsty man. Heartless and indifferent. Never Smiled.I suddenly felt a sense of relief.My call boy Luc is a passionate man. He always smiles and hugs me, never hesitating to say sweet things.Lucian

（Violet's POV）What is he talking about?I watched Luc walk away with the man in the suit, my mind swirling with confusion."He’s just supposed to be a call boy," I muttered to myself. "Was I wrong about him?"The photo of that man who looked so much like Luc flashed through my mind again. But I quickly shook my head—there was no way he could be the Lycan King.For the past three years, I'd often been driven to the brink by the agony of the mate bond, seeking solace in Luc at the house where we... connected.He had always been there, living in that same place. If he were truly the Lycan King, that would have been impossible.Maybe his new sugar mommy is some big shot. That would explain his sudden confidence.I pushed the messy thoughts aside and turned to leave the lounge.The courtroom was packed again when I reentered. Ronan was seated at the front, posture relaxed, one arm slung across the back of the bench like he was waiting for a latte, not a life-altering ruling.Elara was nex

(Violets p.o.v)The room was so silent, I could hear my heartbeat.Every part of me wanted to scream.I wanted to shout yes—that I wanted the divorce, that I wanted freedom, that I wanted to walk out of this courtroom with fire on my heels and my head held high.But not like this.Not if it meant giving her things away.Not if it meant surrendering the last pieces of my mother to a man who had never even asked about her.The judge looked at me expectantly. “Lady Violet? As it stands, your divorce case cannot move forward. Do you object?”Lucian was watching me.I felt the heat of his stare from the throne, cool and assessing, like he expected me to finally bend. To finally play the game he was baiting me into.I stood up slowly.All eyes turned.Lucian leaned forward slightly, and I saw it—just the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth.He thought I was about to do it. To kneel. To beg.But I smiled instead.“No, Your Honor,” I said clearly. “I respect the court’s decision.”"...

(Violet’s POV)“She’s my mate, Elara. We’re married. Whether you want to recognize it or not.”Ronan’s voice held that familiar weight—measured, regal, persuasive. It was the tone he used at council meetings, the tone that made allies bow their heads and adversaries hesitate.The same tone I used to believe in.“And if this news spreads—if people think our union is unstable—it reflects on all of us. On our bloodline. Our pack. Do you really want to see your name dragged through scandal?”It sounded like Elara crying.“No—don’t lie. I can see it! Why else would you keep defending her?”“You don’t love me. You never did. I destroyed my sister for you—I gave you everything, and I still don’t have you.”The door creaked as I opened it, letting the scene snap into reality like a trap.Ronan’s expression softened. He reached for her, rubbing her shoulder like a guilty lover trying to make peace with his conscience.Beside him, Elara dabbed delicately at her eyes with a scrap of lace that pr