Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King

Alara’s POVAt the first crack of dawn, when the sky was still shaking off the last traces of deep blue, I stepped out of the pack house. Golden light spilled slowly across the grounds, casting long shadows over the training yard as wolves and warriors began their morning routines. The air was alive with the shuffle of paws and boots, with murmured commands and soft growls.I walked with a faint bounce in my step, unable to hide the flutter of anticipation building inside me. My gaze swept across the grounds, my hazel eyes scanning every face, every silhouette, searching for one person: Kael. My fiancé. My Alpha. Being an only child, I had lost both my parents in the rogue war when I was just six. Kael’s parents—the former Alpha and Luna—had taken me in and raised me as their own. I grew up with Kael by my side, and somewhere along the way, he became the center of my world. He was all the family I had ever truly known.“Has Kael returned?” I asked the moment I reached the training gro

Alara’s POVThe whispers had followed me for three days. Soft, sharp, and pity-laced.Every pack member who crossed my path seemed to have the same look — eyes wide with sympathy, mouth pressed in a tight line, as though my heartbreak was a terminal illness and they were too polite to state that outright.“Did you hear? Vivian’s carrying the future heir.”“Poor Alara… after everything.”“She must be devastated.”They didn’t say it to my face. But their glances cut deeper than any blade ever had.Vivian’s pregnancy announcement had spread through the pack like wildfire. It was a timed explosion, detonating right beneath my feet. Three days, and still the aftershocks wouldn’t stop.Every time someone’s gaze grazed my neck, my stomach twisted. Every time they looked away too quickly, I felt the mark throb like it wanted to burn right through the high-collared shirts I’d been suffocating myself in.Of course they didn’t know. No one knew. Not even Emily, who had been hounding me for days w

Alara’s POV“Xavier!” Vivian’s voice rang across the hall like a bell, bright and melodic. She rushed over, a swirl of satin and confidence, and greeted him with the kind of warmth that made my stomach twist with something I wasn’t ready to name. She looked — shockingly — happier to see him than she had ever appeared with Kael.My wolf growled low in my chest. Something about the way she moved, the way she leaned toward him, the softness in her laugh — it grated on me. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to stay calm. The last thing I needed was to let her see how rattled I was.Because Xavier was present, Vivian’s charm immediately shifted. She turned to me, her smile sweet and carefully calculated. “Alara, darling, let me help you up,” she cooed, stepping closer.I felt a rush of indignation boil through me. Every ounce of my body tensed. Her hand reached toward me, and I reacted instinctively. With a swift movement, I grabbed her wrist and used her momentum to yank her down inst

Alara’s POVI woke to another day of gray walls, stale air, and the heavy thud of the omega quarters’ doors being locked from the outside. It was becoming routine — Kael keeping me shut inside my room under the excuse of protecting Vivian and his unborn heir from me. As if I had ever raised a hand against either of them. As if I weren’t the one barely standing most days.The weakness that had started after Xavier’s mark had only worsened. My limbs felt heavy, my thoughts slow, my heartbeat unsteady. And the crescent on my wrist… gods. It was growing darker by the day, as if my skin were inked from beneath. Sometimes it pulsed — warm, then cold, then burning. Astrid, my wolf, would flicker awake for a second, whimper, then slip back into exhaustion. Something was wrong. Deeply, terrifyingly wrong.But Kael didn’t care enough to ask. His solution had been to strip me of my warrior status, shove me into omega duties, and confine me like I was some threat lurking in the shadows.Most days

Alara’s POVTwo days.Two endless, suffocating days.That was how long I had been locked in the cold, damp cell. No sunlight, no warmth, no company. No sound except dripping water, the shuffle of guards outside, and my own stomach twisting in painful, hollow knots.Hunger clawed at me like a wild animal trapped beneath my ribs.I had gone longer without food during warrior training before — Kael’s father used to make us endure brutal fasts to test discipline — but this hunger was different. Sharper. Deeper. It gnawed from the inside out.My hands shook as I pressed them over my abdomen.The child growing inside me needed food. It needed strength. Needed something I couldn’t give while trapped here like an unwanted animal.“Please,” I whispered into the dark, voice cracking. “Just… let me feel normal for a moment.”But no one came.No one answered.Only the heavy iron scent of the cell and the cool bite of the stone walls kept me company. My wolf, Astrid, was silent — too weak, too drai