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A Royal Wedding - Meanwhile… #2
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Claimed By The Lycan King A Royal Conspiracy #13: Emma
The slight hesitation before she spoke told me everything I needed to know."We're doing everything possible," she said. "His Lycan should be helping, but...""But what?" I prompted when she trailed off.Dr. Meyers sighed, her professional demeanor cracking just enough to reveal genuine concern beneath. "We thought he would have woken up by now," she explained, glancing at Theo. "He inhaled a lot of smoke, and it appears he is struggling to heal the damage. There was also significant internal bleeding that required surgical intervention.""Why can't I feel him through our bond?" I asked, dreading the answer."Sometimes, in cases of severe trauma, a Lycan will retreat deep within the psyche," she explained. "It's a protective mechanism, allowing them to focus all energy on healing critical injuries. Aeson has likely withdrawn to help your mate fight for his life."Fight for his life. The phrase hit me with the force of another explosion. Theo was fighting for his life while I lay here,
Claimed By The Lycan King A Royal Conspiracy #12: Emma
I surfaced from darkness in stages, awareness returning in painful fragments. First came the sense of my body—a constellation of aches pulsing beneath bandages and sheets. Then sound filtered in—the soft, persistent beeping of monitors, hushed voices speaking in clinical tones just beyond my reach. Light penetrated my closed eyelids, a dim glow that still managed to stab at my consciousness. I tried to swallow, but my throat felt raw, scraped by invisible claws. Something had happened. Something terrible. But the memories skittered away like shadows when I tried to grasp them.Artemis stirred within me, her presence weak but vigilant. She pushed gently against my consciousness, urging me toward full awareness. ‘Danger past. Mate hurt. Wake now.’My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, as if they'd been stitched shut while I slept. With effort, I forced them open, blinking against the dim light that suddenly seemed too bright. A white ceiling came into focus above me, institutional and steri
Claimed By The Lycan King A Royal Conspiracy #11: Lola
I paced the length of Christian's office—Theo's office, technically—my fingers worrying at the sleeve of my blouse as we waited for news. The post-surgical update was taking longer than expected, which could mean anything from simple administrative delays to complications too severe to discuss over the phone. Sierra paced with me in my mind, her anxiety bleeding into mine, making it impossible to sit still despite the exhaustion that dragged at my limbs after nearly twenty-four sleepless hours. Through the large windows, I could see media vans still clustered at the palace gates, their satellite dishes raised like predatory antennae, hungry for any morsel of information they could twist into headlines."They've received the statement," Christian said, looking up from his tablet. "It's already running on the major networks."I nodded, appreciating his attempt at normalcy, at procedure, at control in a situation that felt increasingly uncontrollable. "That's good. People need to hear so
Claimed By The Lycan King A Royal Conspiracy #10: Christian
The medical wing had become my world in the twelve hours since the helicopter landed. Twelve hours of surgeons coming and going with guarded expressions, of security reports piling on my desk, of ministers demanding answers I didn't have. Through it all, Lola had remained by my side, her presence a steady anchor in the storm. Now, as we sat in Theo's office—my office, temporarily—staring at a blank document that needed to become an official palace statement, I felt the full weight of the crown settling on shoulders that had never been meant to bear it."You've been staring at that screen for twenty minutes," Lola said softly, her fingers brushing against my arm. "Would it help to talk it through first?"I rubbed my eyes, gritty from lack of sleep and the strain of maintaining a facade of calm. "What am I supposed to say? 'The king and queen were nearly assassinated, but don't worry, everything's fine'?""The truth, but not all of it," she suggested, leaning forward in her chair. "They
Claimed By The Lycan King A Royal Conspiracy #9: Christian
I sat in the library with Lola, watching afternoon light dust the leather-bound volumes with golden warmth. She'd found a first edition of Lycan poetry – a collection my great-grandmother had annotated with elegant script in the margins – and was reading passages aloud in that melodious voice that still made Leon purr with contentment. This quiet moment, stolen between meetings and responsibilities, felt like a small rebellion against the constant demands of governing in my brother's absence. I should have known better. Peace never lasts in this palace; it merely catches its breath before the next crisis arrives. The library doors burst open without a warning knock – already unusual enough to make me straighten in my chair. My security chief stood in the doorway, his face ashen beneath his professional composure, his breathing slightly elevated. In twenty years of service, I had never seen Aleksander look anything but unflappable. "Your Grace," he said,
Claimed By The Lycan King A Royal Conspiracy #8: Emma
There was no warning – no click, no hesitation, just sudden, violent noise and pressure and heat. The force threw me backward, a wave of superheated air lifting me off my feet before gravity reclaimed me with brutal efficiency. My back hit something solid – the ground, I realised distantly – driving the air from my lungs in a painful rush. For a moment, the world was nothing but noise and confusion. My ears rang with a high-pitched whine that drowned out everything else. Smoke filled my lungs, acrid and burning. I tried to blink, to clear my vision, but everything was a blur of too-bright light and dark shadows. "Emma!" Theo's voice reached me as if from underwater, distorted and distant. I tried to respond, but my lungs refused to cooperate, still spasming from the impact. Inside my mind, Artemis howled in fear and confusion, her panic feeding into my own, making it harder to focus. Something grabbed my arm – Theo's hand,
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