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0171: Missing Mate Syndrome
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Loved By The Lycan King 0171: Missing Mate Syndrome
Jackson’s POVI was losing it.The walls of our home—once warm, filled with laughter and love—now felt like a cage. Every second that passed without Karen was a second too long. My mate was gone. Vanished. Stolen from right under my nose, and I hadn’t been there to stop it.I stormed through the halls, my claws digging into my palms, the sting of blood grounding me. My wolf raged inside me, howling, thrashing, demanding action. I could barely hold him back.I stormed through the hall again, fists clenched so tightly my claws threatened to rip through my palms. I couldn’t sit still. I couldn’t breathe properly, not without her. My wolf paced inside me, howling with fury and confusion, and I was barely holding him back.Karen had been right beside me hours ago—glowing, smiling, beautiful in her dress—and now she was just… gone.“Anything?” I barked at Liam as he came through the front door.He shook his head, his jaw tight. “No. We questioned every guard on rotation. None of them saw an
Loved By The Lycan King 0170: Not Your Average Omega
KAREN’S POV“Well, well…” Noah drawled, his smirk widening. “If it isn’t the little Luna of Shadow Moon.”I stayed silent.He took a slow step forward, his gaze crawling over me like maggots on rotting flesh. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or are you still trying to figure out how my father snatched you right from under your mate’s nose?”I clenched my fists but didn’t speak.He stopped inches from me, tilting his head mockingly. “What? No clever comeback? No desperate scream for Jackson to come save you?”I met his gaze, unflinching. “What do you want, Noah?”His smirk vanished. “I’ll be the one asking questions here, and when I do? I deserve an answer!” he snarled.Then—crack!His palm struck my cheek so hard my vision blurred. Pain exploded across my face, sharp and hot, but I didn’t cry out. I wouldn’t.Before I could recover, his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back with a brutal jerk. His breath, sour with malice, fanned over my face.“You filthy omega,” he
Loved By The Lycan King 0169:Not The After Party I Expected
KAREN’S POVThe first thing I became aware of was the darkness.Not just the absence of light—but the suffocating, hollow void inside my chest, gnawing at me like a starving beast. The bond—Jackson’s bond—seemed to be blocked, severed by an invisible wall that left me gasping for air.I couldn’t feel him. Couldn’t hear his heartbeat in my mind, couldn’t sense the warmth of his presence. And that—that silence—was worse than any wound.I wasn’t dead. My pulse still thrummed under my skin, erratic but alive. My breaths came in shallow, uneven pulls, my lungs burning with the effort. But where was I?The air smelled sharp—sterile, like polished steel and burnt-out embers. No trace of the rich pine and earth of Shadow Moon territory. No hint of Jackson’s scent—warm cedar and safety—that usually clung to me like a second skin.I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim, flickering light above. The room was small, the walls rough stone, unyielding and cold. A narrow cot beneath me, the
Loved By The Lycan King 0168:Tiny Envelope
JACKSON’S POV“She’s gone,” I growled under my breath as I paced the front porch. “She’s really gone.”My heart thundered against my ribs like it was trying to break free, and my wolf was damn near clawing through my skin. The bond was still silent. Blocked. Dead. Like a door had been slammed shut on the other end.And I couldn’t take it.Liam had already sent for Alex and Logan. They were on their way. At this point, I must have forgotten how to inhale because I didn’t know how to breathe anymore. One minute, I had her in my arms—safe, happy, ours. We were planning furniture arrangements and bickering over curtain colors. Laughing. Kissing. And now… nothing. Just silence and empty space where her presence used to be.I was going feral.“She wouldn’t just leave,” I kept muttering, over and over like a damn broken record. “She wouldn’t just leave. Someone took her from me.”“No, she wouldn’t,” Laila said firmly beside me, gripping my arm. “Karen wouldn’t just up and leave like that. We
Loved By The Lycan King 0167:Very Bad Morning
JACKSON’S POVThe sunlight was already filtering through the curtains when I stirred, blinking against the soft golden light streaming into our bedroom. I stretched, arms out across the bed, expecting to brush my fingers against soft skin—maybe tug her back into bed for one more lazy hour together.But all I felt was cold sheets.I rolled over, eyes still half-shut, thinking maybe she’d just gone to the bathroom. Or maybe the kitchen. Karen had this annoying habit of trying to make breakfast before I woke up—as if I didn’t have arms to help.Babe? I called out, voice scratchy from sleep.No answer.I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. The house was quiet. Not the kind of quiet that comes with peace… but the kind that suddenly felt a little too loud. I threw the blanket off and padded barefoot to the bathroom.Empty.I checked the kitchen. There was no sign of her. Okay. Maybe she went to see Laila or Sarah. That had to be it. They were thick as thieves lately, and it wouldn’t be the firs
Loved By The Lycan King 0166: Finally Alone
KAREN’S POVThe last guest had finally left, the front door clicking shut behind them with a soft, final sound. The air smelled of vanilla frosting and champagne, the remnants of laughter still clinging to the walls like a sweet aftertaste.I stood barefoot in the center of our living room, the hardwood cool beneath my soles, my fingers wrapped around two empty glasses. The silence was warm, thick with contentment, wrapping around me like a well-worn sweater.Across the room, Jackson bent over the dessert table, gathering the last of the disposable plates with an exaggerated groan. His dark hair was tousled from running his hands through it all evening, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the faint scars and ink that marked his forearms.He tossed the plates into a trash bag with a rustling thud, then straightened, rolling his shoulders with a tired but satisfied sigh. When his eyes met mine, they crinkled at the corners, that slow, crooked grin spreading across hi
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