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0072: Sprinting Towards Salvation
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Loved By The Lycan King 0155:A Little Jealous
ALEX’S POVWhile everyone else danced, toasted, and soaked in the joy of the night, I stood near the edge of the celebration, my eyes locked on her.Laila.She was twirling in the middle of the dance floor, her laugh light and effortless, her cheeks pink from smiling too much. Her curls bounced around her shoulders, and that soft lavender bridesmaid dress clung to her like moonlight had stitched it onto her skin. She looked… breathtaking.And mine.But tonight, I was reminded that mine didn’t mean untouchable. Because Jackson’s rules were still in place—no touching, no marking, no claiming. Not until she turned eighteen. I’d respected it. I still did. But being patient didn’t stop the ache in my chest.Tonight especially, it was damn near unbearable. I’d almost asked her earlier—asked her to marry me. The words were right there on the tip of my tongue when she walked in with Karen and Sarah, all three of them glowing like they’d stepped out of a fairytale. But the moment didn’t feel r
Loved By The Lycan King 0154: Fireflies And First Dances
KAREN’S POVThe air was alive with joy.Laughter, music, and the sweet scent of roasted meat and wildflowers filled every corner of the pack grounds, as if the night itself had decided to celebrate with us. Lanterns swayed gently in the trees, casting a golden glow over everything. Children ran barefoot through the grass, giggling, while wolves howled in the distance—not out of fear, anger, or grief… but for love.Our love.I still couldn’t fully wrap my head around it. Jackson’s hand was wrapped firmly around mine, his thumb moving in slow, lazy circles against my skin, as if he needed constant reassurance that this was real. That we were real.That I was his wife.His Luna.Maybe I couldn’t believe it either. Not really. Not until I’d heard the Elder’s voice say the words. Not until Jackson looked at me like I’d just become his whole world.But the truth was… I’d always been his world.“Come on, Mrs. Bonnet,” he whispered into my ear, his voice low and teasing, sending a ripple down
Loved By The Lycan King 0153: Sealing The Deal
Jackson’s POVThe halls of the pack house were quiet as we made our way down, but it wasn’t the silence of fear or tension. It was that heavy, heart-pounding kind—the kind that comes before something sacred. Something unforgettable.Outside, the sun was dipping low behind the treetops, casting everything in a golden haze. The scent of pine and fresh earth filled the air. Lanterns hung from the trees, flickering softly as the breeze stirred the branches overhead.Every corner had been touched with care—white blooms, soft drapes, and scattered petals lining the path. It was beautiful. Honest. Like something out of a dream I never dared to have until Karen.And now, it was real.A small crowd had already gathered. Familiar faces—pack members, warriors, council elders, friends, and family—all turned to watch as we passed. But I barely saw them. My heart beat loud in my chest, thudding to a rhythm that belonged to only one person.Karen. She hadn’t stepped out yet. And I hadn’t seen her si
Loved By The Lycan King 0152:Pre Wedding Torment
JACKSON’S POVI stared at the man in the mirror and barely recognized him. Sharp jawline, dark blue eyes filled with nerves and something like disbelief. My fingers fumbled with the last cufflink again—cold metal slipping against palms that wouldn’t stop sweating.I’m getting married.The thought echoed in my head like a drumbeat, heavy and real. I’d said the words out loud to myself a dozen times, but they still didn’t feel any less surreal.The suit fit like it was made for me—because it was. Black as night. Clean cut. Simple, sharp, and powerful—just the way Karen liked it.“You don’t need anything flashy,” she’d told me last week while adjusting my collar, her fingers brushing my skin. “You already look like a storm wrapped in shadows.”I hadn’t argued. For her, I’d wear rags. Or armor. Whatever she needed.The door creaked open behind me, and before I even heard him, I smelled cedar and steel—Liam.He walked in holding a steaming mug. “Figured you’d need this,” he said, tossing i
Loved By The Lycan King 0151: One Sulking Alpha
JACKSON’S POVIt was one night.One damn night.And I was losing my mind.The pack house was glowing—lit from the inside out with excitement and warmth, laughter echoing through every hallway like music. The ceremony was tomorrow. My ceremony. And while the entire pack was practically floating on joy and celebration prep… I was sulking like a grounded pup.Why? Because I wasn’t allowed to see Karen. Not even a peek.I’d tried everything—casual hallway strolls, fake emergencies, even the classic I think she forgot her hairpin down in the kitchen move. But every time I so much as breathed near her door, someone was already there waiting to block me.First, it was Laila, arms crossed, that stern mom glare locked and loaded."You’re not going in there, Jackson," she said, one brow raised like a challenge. "Tradition says no peeking at the bride."I tried to reason with her. "I’ve literally seen her every day for weeks. We’ve nearly died together. I think I can handle one more look—"She r
Loved By The Lycan King 0150:Love And Lanterns
HANNAH’S POVThe sun hadn’t even fully risen yet, and already I was on my feet with a clipboard in one hand and a string of silver lanterns in the other.The entire courtyard buzzed with activity—pack members carrying crates, hanging silk streamers, arranging flowers in towering vases. Laughter and excited chatter floated in the air like music.But I could only focus on one thing. My son was getting married.And not just as an Alpha, but as Jackson—my boy, the same one who used to run through these halls barefoot and muddy, dragging Liam behind him with some wild story about hunting imaginary rogues.My chest swelled as I paused and looked around. This had to be perfect.“Jessica,” I called out, waving her over. She came jogging up with a ball of ribbon in one hand and a roll of tablecloths in the other.“Make sure the food tables are placed on both sides of the garden—guests will be coming in from the west and south paths, so we don’t want a traffic jam.”She nodded and winked. “Alre
