0028: Immediate Claiming

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• Loved By The Lycan King    0140: It's Not Over

  JACKSON’S POVI hadn’t even made it five steps from the council hall when I heard the sharp click of heels chasing after me.“Jackson!” My mom’s voice cracked through the night air. “Jackson, wait!”I stopped and turned just as she caught up, her fingers grabbing my arm. Her face was pale, her lips trembling. My mother—usually so composed, always calm—looked like she was barely holding it together. And seeing that fear in her eyes? It cracked something deep in me.“Don’t do this,” she whispered, voice low and shaking. “You don’t have to prove anything. You’re already Alpha. Your father chose you. You don’t need to answer to him.”I gently cupped her face with both hands. “Mom... I have to. I know what I’m doing.”“No,” she said, stepping closer. “You don’t. Silas isn’t just dangerous—he’s cruel. He’ll fight dirty. He doesn’t care about rules, Jackson. If he thinks he’s losing, he’ll poison you. He’ll cheat. He’ll do whatever it takes.”“I know,” I said again, quieter this time. “That’

• Loved By The Lycan King    0139: My Father's Favorite Bastard

  Jackson’s POVThe words hit like a physical blow.Behind me, I heard my mother gasp. Liam muttered a curse under his breath. I felt Laila’s nails dig into my arm, like she was anchoring me from crumbling.“What did you say?” I asked, my voice almost too calm.“You heard me,” Silas hissed. “You were never his son. Your precious mother cheated. You’re nothing but a bastard born of some other wolf—and you never had any right to rule.”It was like the floor had been pulled out from beneath me. Every sound in the hall was suddenly muffled, drowned out by the thundering of my own heartbeat. I looked over at the elders, and they were whispering among themselves, murmurs spreading like wildfire.My fists clenched.For a moment, silence reigned in the hall, broken only by the distant murmur of shocked whispers rippling through the crowd. Silas stood there, grinning like he’d just landed the final blow. Like he’d torn something from me that I would never get back.But he was wrong. I took a bre

• Loved By The Lycan King    0138: Surprise, I'm Not Dead

  JACKSON’S POVThe moment I stepped into the pack hall, I knew I had him. The room had grown quiet at my arrival, all heads turning—and there, right there, was Silas, standing tall at the center of the gathering like he was already wearing a crown. But when he saw me walk in, bloodied but breathing, the flicker of shock that crossed his face said everything.He hadn’t expected me to return. He thought I was dead.But he was wrong.“Jackson…” he muttered, voice low and stiff. “You’re back.”I didn’t waste time. My voice rang out across the chamber with an authority I didn’t have to fake. “You’ve been planning my father’s murder. You poisoned him, set fire to the lab, destroyed the cure, and called the rogues to attack our pack while he lay dying. You are guilty of treason, Uncle. And I’m here to demand your execution.”The air in the hall went still.Gasps echoed. Some murmured. The council of elders shifted uncomfortably in their seats, exchanging looks. A few pack members stood from t

• Loved By The Lycan King    0137: Revenge

  LAILA’S POVThe moment Liam said the words—“Alex is hurt”—my whole world tipped sideways.My chest tightened like someone had sucker-punched me, knocking all the air out of my lungs. I didn’t stop to think. My legs just moved on their own, flying down the hall before my brain could catch up.Everything around me blurred—the walls, the lights, the faces. All I could hear was the loud thud of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.Not Alex. Please, not him.I tripped on the last step but caught myself just in time, my hand slamming against the wall to keep from falling. The scent hit me before I even reached the infirmary door—sterile and sharp with antiseptic, but underneath it, the strong smell of blood.My stomach turned. Then I saw him.Karen’s hands were covered in blood—not her own, thank the Goddess—but they were shaking. Her normally steady fingers fumbled over the bandages like they couldn’t keep up. Jackson stood near the door, stiff as stone. His shirt was soaked in blood, his fac

• Loved By The Lycan King    0136:Bad Blood

  JACKSON’S POVWe didn’t stop running. Not even once. Every muscle in my body screamed, my lungs burning like fire, but I kept pushing forward. Slowing down wasn’t an option—not with Alex’s blood trailing behind us, staining the forest floor. The sharp, metallic scent hung in the air, thick and suffocating. It coated the back of my throat like ash, making my stomach twist.Logan was beside me, panting hard, holding Alex like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. Alex groaned every few seconds, low and broken. Even unconscious, the guy was fighting—fighting to stay alive.Don’t you dare die on me.I risked a glance over my shoulder as we hit the ridge—Shadow Moon’s border just up ahead. The rogues had stopped at the cliff, watching us from a distance. And Noah? That bastard wasn’t chasing us either. He just stood there, arms crossed, that smug little smirk carved into his face by the moonlight.He wasn’t coming. He didn’t need to. He knew Alex was bleeding out.He knew we were barely h

• Loved By The Lycan King    0135:Well, That Hurt

  ALEX’S POVThe air reeked of blood and sweat, thick enough to choke on. Metallic bitterness coated my tongue, and every breath burned like fire in my lungs. My side screamed where claws had torn into flesh, but I gritted my teeth and pushed forward. Stopping wasn’t an option. Not when Jackson’s father was dying. Not when Laila’s voice echoed in my head, pleading with me to keep him safe.To my right, Logan moved like a storm, his claws slick with rogue blood as he ripped through another attacker. His snarl was vicious, feral—until a shadow lunged at his back. I opened my mouth to shout a warning, but my voice died in my throat.Because Jackson—Jackson—was the one who needed me.He fought like a wolf possessed, his movements a blur of fury and desperation. Two rogues fell beneath him in seconds, their bodies hitting the dirt with wet thuds. He didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate. Every strike was precise, brutal, fueled by the single thought of saving his father.But he didn’t see what I saw