Craved By The Lycan King; Now My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back

EVELYN As some guards reached for me, I took a step back. I wasn’t going to accept defeat. Not like this. This was my father's pack. He worked so hard and built it to this point. I wasn't going to let these two take it away from me.Anger swirled through me as I charged forward. “Luna Evelyn,” A familiar voice stopped me. I glanced over my shoulder, and when I saw Jonathan approaching me, relief washed over me. He was my father's beta.He'd always been loyal. I was sure he wouldn't fail me now.I met him in a few steps, clutching his arm. “Mike can’t easily claim the pack, right?” I choked. “He can’t kick me out.” “You made it easier by signing the Treaty succession.” He said plainly, “and since the pack members have already agreed to vote you out, you should understand how this works.” I felt tongue tied. “Jonathan!” He brushed past me, pushing me so hard my back slammed against the cold walls. “A wolfless Luna is considered useless and undeserving of the role.” He muttered.

KEIRAN My eyes tightened when I felt the heat of the morning rays, slowly, I opened them, my gaze fell upon a slender back, I didn't need anyone's help in deciphering that she was a woman. Her incredibly long, silk, black hair that my fingers itched to run through, her slender waist that fitted perfectly between my arms like we were custom made for each other, her smooth light skin.I'd almost smiled but I stopped myself, the images from last night surfaced. How I'd given into temptation. Fear ran like ice through my veins, the thought of me killing my fated mate dawned on me but I chose to ignore it, praying to the Moon Goddess that she was still alive.Carefully, I looked over her shoulder, her gorgeous face came into view. Her chest heaved softly, her pulse thrumming gently against her skin. She was alive.She survived my rut.I couldn't help the proud smile that climbed up my face. My fingers moved slowly as I gently tucked a hair behind her ear as I took in the beauty that was

EVELYN“Hold still, my lady.”I exhaled slowly as another pin slid into my hair, the maid’s fingers working quickly, carefully. The room smelled of oils and silk and something faintly floral, but none of it calmed the storm building in my chest.My reflection stared back at me. Unfamiliar, too polished and too composed.Too… powerful.“Lift your chin slightly,” another maiden murmured.I obeyed without thinking.The dress clung to me like a second skin, dark, elegant, nothing like what I used to wear in Whitestorm. This wasn't just Luna's dress.This was a queen’s.A soft knock echoed..Then the door opened.The air shifted before I even turned.Keiran.The maidens immediately stiffened, bowing their heads as he stepped inside. His presence filled the room effortlessly, like he belonged everywhere he stood.“Is she ready?” he asked.“Almost, Your Majesty,” one of them replied quickly. “Just the hair.”Silence followed.Heavy.I felt it before I saw it.His gaze.It settled on me, slow,

EVELYNHis hand was still burning against my waist. The moment Keiran steadied me, a low chuckle rumbled from his chest, deep, rough, and far too intimate for the open night air. I couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped me too, breathless and shaky. But the laughter died almost instantly.Because my body had already betrayed me.Every point where his fingers pressed into my curves sent liquid fire racing through my veins. My skin prickled, hot and sensitive, as if his touch had awakened something primal that refused to sleep again. My wolf stirred violently inside me, pressing against my ribs, urging me closer, closer, closer.I looked up at him.Keiran’s eyes had darkened to molten gold, pupils blown wide with the same hunger I felt clawing at my core.The air between us thickened, heavy with unspoken need. No words were necessary. He could read every filthy thought flashing across my mind.Without warning, he bent and scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing.A startled

KEIRANUriel and I walked deeper into the shadowed halls of the courthouse, our footsteps echoing off the cold marble floors like warnings. The air felt heavier here, thick with centuries of judgment and power plays. My wolf prowled restlessly beneath my skin, senses sharpened to every subtle shift in the room.I moved toward the central chair reserved for the Lycan King, ready to end this farce quickly.“Stand, Your Majesty.”The eldest of the four council elders rose slowly, his voice ringing with formal authority. The other three remained seated, their ancient eyes fixed on me like vultures circling wounded prey.I paused, one hand still on the back of the chair. Confusion sliced through me, sharp and immediate. “Why? I did not summon this gathering.”The elder’s gaze didn’t waver. “We are here for you, Lycan Keiran. A formal inquiry has been requested.”My jaw tightened. “Requested? By whom? I rule this kingdom. No one summons the elders without my knowledge.”A heavy silence set