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0070:Meet The New Problem

Author: FlyingDove
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ALEX’S POV

The moment I stepped into the hall, something felt off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The packhouse, usually filled with the scent of my father’s plans and the faint, tangy undertones of the magic he so often used, felt unnaturally quiet.

I paused in front of Karen’s room, my hand tightening around the doorframe.

The guards should’ve been there, watching over her. But the hallway was eerily empty.

I cursed under my breath. I’d left them specifically for this—so she wouldn’t try anything stupid. So she wouldn’t think she could escape.

I reached for the door, pushing it open with force, only to find the room empty. The bed, untouched. The window, wide open.

My heart dropped into my stomach, my chest tightening in an instant.

No. No, no, no.

I stormed into the room, fists clenched. My wolf was howling in panic, the urgency in his voice echoing in my head. She’s gone.

“Damn it,” I muttered, turning and slamming my fist into the w
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  • Loved By The Lycan King    0070:Meet The New Problem

    ALEX’S POVThe moment I stepped into the hall, something felt off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The packhouse, usually filled with the scent of my father’s plans and the faint, tangy undertones of the magic he so often used, felt unnaturally quiet.I paused in front of Karen’s room, my hand tightening around the doorframe.The guards should’ve been there, watching over her. But the hallway was eerily empty.I cursed under my breath. I’d left them specifically for this—so she wouldn’t try anything stupid. So she wouldn’t think she could escape.I reached for the door, pushing it open with force, only to find the room empty. The bed, untouched. The window, wide open.My heart dropped into my stomach, my chest tightening in an instant.No. No, no, no.I stormed into the room, fists clenched. My wolf was howling in panic, the urgency in his voice echoing in my head. She’s gone.“Damn it,” I muttered, turning and slamming my fist into the w

  • Loved By The Lycan King    0069: My Blood Is Extra

    KAREN’S POVThe air in the dimly lit room was thick with the scent of damp earth and burning herbs—the kind that clung to the back of my throat like smoke. Alpha Grayson loomed before me, his shadow stretching across the stone floor, swallowing the flickering torchlight.His lips curled into a slow, predatory smile, revealing teeth that seemed too sharp, too eager. "Use your blood," he murmured, his voice like gravel dragged over ice. "To complete the potion. With your blood, Karen, I will gain immortality."The moment the words left his mouth, my heart stuttered. A cold, creeping dread slithered down my spine, turning my limbs to lead. My blood—my blood—was the key to his twisted ritual.I swallowed hard, forcing steel into my voice. "Over my dead body." My fingers curled into fists, nails biting into my palms. "You want immortality? Then go to hell and take your dark magic with you."For a heartbeat, he said nothing—just stared at me in silence. Then—His expression twisted, a grote

  • Loved By The Lycan King    0068: Don't Get Caught

    LAILA’S POVI clung to the shadows, my fingers brushing the rough brick as I edged closer to the training grounds. The voices of two guards reached me, their words sharp, laced with something ugly."She’s not going to last long in there."The first guard spat on the ground, his boot scuffing dirt as he leaned against a crate of rusted weapons. His face was hard, unfeeling. "You saw what Alpha Grayson did to the last girl who tried to run."The second guard—taller, with a jagged scar running down his jaw—let out a low, humorless laugh. "She’s not just any girl. She’s the one from Shadow Moon. The white wolf." He lowered his voice, but I caught every word, each one like ice sliding down my spine. "Grayson has plans for her—dark ones."My breath hitched.Karen. She was really here—and in trouble. And she wasn’t just a prisoner. She was prey.The guards moved off, their laughter grating against my skull. I waited until their footsteps faded before slipping deeper into the heart of the com

  • Loved By The Lycan King    0067: Breaking And Entering

    LAILA’S POVThe woods were too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet—the kind that makes your skin crawl, like the whole forest was holding its breath. No birds chirping. No squirrels rustling leaves. Just… nothing. Like even the animals knew to stay the hell away from this place.I pressed my back against an old oak tree, the bark digging into my shoulders through my thin shirt. My heart was doing a damn tap dance in my chest—thump-thump-thump—so loud I swore the guards patrolling ahead could hear it.Get it together, Laila. Breathe.I squeezed my eyes shut for half a second, nails biting into my palms. The smell hit me again—wet dirt, rotting leaves, and underneath it… her. Karen’s scent was faint, like someone had dabbed a drop of perfume in a sewer, but it was there. Honey and wildflowers, just like Jackson had always described it.You’re close. Keep moving.I’d been tracking her since midnight, moving like a ghost. Step when the wind howled. Freeze when it died. My boots were soa

  • Loved By The Lycan King    0066: Rescue Just Got Complicated

    I didn’t sleep again after the nightmare. I just sat there, staring out the window, waiting for dawn to come like it might bring some sort of clarity—some kind of peace. But as the first rays of sunlight bled across the horizon, all I felt was rage. A deep, burning rage that simmered just beneath my skin.A knock came at my door just after sunrise. Before I could answer, it creaked open, and Liam stepped inside, his face pale and drawn. He didn’t have to say a word.“They’re back,” he said quietly.I was already up, brushing past him without a word, heading for the war room where my father and the others had likely gathered. My feet moved fast, but my mind was already racing ahead.Please let her be okay. Please tell me she’s alive.The door swung open before I even reached for the handle, and there stood one of the spies—Samir—covered in dust and sweat, his eyes heavy with something I recognized instantly: guilt.I stepped inside. My father looked up from his seat, his expression gra

  • Loved By The Lycan King    0065: Nightmare Fuel And Furious Pacing

    JACKSON’S POVI couldn’t sit at that table a second longer. The weight in my chest had grown unbearable—like something primal clawing at the inside of my ribs, desperate to break free. I stood abruptly, muttering something about needing air, and walked out the back door before anyone could stop me.The night was quiet, but I wasn’t. My wolf paced under my skin like a caged beast, restless and enraged. He was done waiting. Done holding back. He wanted her—and every second she remained away from us, his fury grew louder.She should be here. With me. Not trapped in that hellhole.I stepped into the woods, stripping off my shirt and tossing it aside. Boots crunched over leaves and twigs as I made my way deeper into the forest. And then I let go.The shift came fast, wild—bones cracking and reforming as fur replaced skin and paws met earth. My wolf let out a long, guttural growl before taking off into the night like a silver bullet loosed from a gun.He ran hard—faster than I ever had as a

  • Loved By The Lycan King    0064: Dinner And Destruction

    JACKSON’S POVThe walls of my room felt like they were closing in, pressing against my ribs with every ragged breath I took. My boots thudded against the hardwood floor—back and forth, back and forth—the rhythm of a predator trapped in a cage.My wolf snarled beneath my skin, claws raking against my insides, demanding blood, demanding her. Karen.The moment she stepped foot back into Blue Cross territory, something inside me snapped. I told her not to go. I begged her. But she had that stubborn set to her jaw, that fire in her eyes—the same fire that made me fall for her in the first damn place."I have to do this, Jackson." Her voice echoed in my skull, soft but unyielding. "For your father. For the cure."And now she was gone.My phone was in my hand before I even realized I’d grabbed it. I hit her number—again—knowing full well what would happen.One ring. Two. Then—"The person you are trying to reach—"I crushed the phone in my grip, the plastic casing cracking under the pressure.

  • Loved By The Lycan King    0063: That Escalated Quickly

    KAREN’S POVThe second Alpha Grayson’s voice cut through the darkness, my blood turned to ice in my veins.No. No no no—He stood silhouetted in the moonlight, his massive frame blocking our escape path. But he wasn’t alone. From the shadows beside him, Alex materialized like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. His face was blank, empty—like he was just waiting for orders.Then I saw the third figure step forward.Noah.My stomach dropped straight to my feet.Please, please not him."Please," I begged, my voice cracking as I shoved Salma behind me. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely keep them raised. "Just let us go. Whatever you want—money, information, anything—I’ll give it to you. Just don’t—"Grayson’s laugh was like gravel in a steel drum. "Let you go?" His obsidian eyes gleamed under the moonlight, completely unmoved by my terror. "Karen, darling, we’re just getting started. How could I possibly let you leave now?"Salma’s fingers dug into my wrist hard enough to bru

  • Loved By The Lycan King    0062: Speak Of The Devil

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