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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

Penulis: ECHO NOIR
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-23 22:43:31

HOPE’S POV.

I could feel it.

The shift.

The moment everything truly started to fall apart. The moment the truth was confirmed and everyone knew, without a doubt, that the man standing in front of them once believed to be a rogue was, in fact, the Alpha King.

The guards were still kneeling.

The entire arena was silent.

And I… I could barely breathe.

My fingers were still wrapped around Hunter’s hand, but suddenly it didn’t feel the same anymore.

Just moments ago, he was mine.

Now…

Now everyone w
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  • SECOND CHANCE: CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE

    HOPE’S POV.The air outside felt different. Too cold.Or maybe that was just me.I tightened my grip on the small satchel in my hand as I stepped past the castle gates, the guards falling into place around me without a word. Their presence was meant to be reassuring, I knew that.But right now…It only made everything feel more tense than they already are.“We don’t have much time,” I said, glancing ahead at the tree line. “The poison is fast. If we delay too long, the antidote won’t work.”“Yes, my queen” one of the guards replied immediately.The word still felt strange.My queen.I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to it. And... maybe it's just ne but I can't help but notice that it sounds forced whenever they call me that, almost like they were being forced to do it, not because they actually want to. And considering the situation in which I arrived here I wouldn't be surprised at all if that was the case.I nodded slightly and continued forward. The moment we crossed into the woo

  • SECOND CHANCE: CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER EIGHTY

    HUNTER'S POV.Her words hung in the air like smoke. The implication was clear. Someone had planned this targeting the elders. This wasn’t just about Ronan. It was about testing us. Testing me. Probably because whoever did this learnt that I had lost my memory. That I wasn't the same person as I used to be. And so they wanted to test me, to see just how weak or how vulnerable the kingdom was under the rule of a king with no memory. I felt Hope's gaze on me, steady and knowing, and a shiver ran through me.I moved closer, kneeling beside her. My voice was low, almost a growl. “Are you sure it’s poison?”Hope didn’t look at me. She checked Ronan’s pulse again, adjusted his head slightly, and examined the bowl of salad again. Then she met my eyes, her expression unreadable.“Yes,” she said. “Cyanide. Or something very similar. Fast-acting. He won’t survive long without the antidote.”My chest tightened. I glanced around the room. The elders were pale, frozen. Some had already stepped back

  • SECOND CHANCE: CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE

    HUNTER’S POV.The chaos grew with each passing second. Chairs scraped, voices overlapped, and hands reached for the fallen elder, but I stayed rooted, my jaw tight, my fists clenched.Hope’s hand brushed mine briefly as she stepped forward. I watched her move, noting the way her gaze scanned Ronan.She knelt beside him, lowering herself to his level, and placed her hand over his chest. I saw the subtle shift in her expression—the moment her fingers pressed against his pulse, her brows knitted slightly.“He’s alive… but just barely,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.I felt the tension coil tighter in my chest. My instinct was to move, to take control, but she didn’t need me. She never did when it came to moments like this.“What happened?” a nearby elder shouted, panic lacing his voice.Hope’s eyes flicked to the remaining food on the table, then back to Ronan. She reached for the glass that had been handed to him earlier, tilting it slightly. Then she studied the half e

  • SECOND CHANCE: CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT

    HUNTER'S POV.The words weren’t loud.But they didn’t need to be.The entire room stilled.Now they looked at me.All of them.Seraphina met my gaze.Not surprised, and not the least but intimidated.“No one is questioning your decision, my King,” she said.My jaw tightened slightly.“Then stop implying it,” I replied simply.Real silence fell this time.But it didn’t last.“The stability of the kingdom should always come first,” one of the elders said.There it was.The real issue.The problem wasn't her, not really.It was what she represented.Change.Uncertainty.Something they couldn’t control.And just like that, the flashes hit me again.Fear.A room like this.People standing like this.Watching me like this.They weren't questioning or challenging.Instead they looked..… afraid.This is what they expect.The thought came uninvited.I looked around the table again.At their faces.Their eyes.Their restraint.They weren’t just watching me.They were waiting.Waiting to see whi

  • SECOND CHANCE: CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN

    HUNTER’S POV.No one spoke when we sat down for breakfast.The silence wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t even natural. It felt placed there, carefully and deliberately, like everyone at the table had agreed not to say anything until the right moment came.I sat at the head of the table, my posture straight, my expression neutral. The plate in front of me was untouched. I hadn’t realized that until a few seconds ago.Hope sat beside me.I felt her before I looked at her, the quiet tension in her shoulders, the way she held herself just a little too carefully, like she was aware of every movement she made.Slowly, I lifted my gaze.The table was full.Elders. Nobles. Advisors.All seated in their usual places.All pretending to focus on their meals.But I could feel it.Their attention wasn’t on the food.It was on us.On her.My jaw tightened slightly.Then my eyes landed on Seraphina.She sat across from us, composed as always. Perfect posture. Calm expression. Not a single thing out of plac

  • SECOND CHANCE: CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX

    HUNTER’S POV.The walk back to the palace felt longer than it should have.Every step I took, her words followed me.“She won’t stay.”“I stayed.”“It’s already inside you.”I clenched my jaw, pushing the thoughts aside as I approached the doors. The guards straightened immediately, bowing their heads as I passed.“My King.”I didn’t respond.I couldn’t.Not right now.The word felt even heavier than it had earlier.King.After what I saw tonight… after what she said…It didn’t feel like something I was.It felt like something I was expected to become. And I didn't want to.I moved through the corridors quickly, not stopping, not slowing. The palace was quiet, most of its occupants already asleep. The silence should have been calming.It wasn’t.By the time I reached the chamber, my hand paused on the door for just a second.Then I pushed it open.The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of moonlight slipping through the curtains. My eyes moved immediately to the bed.Hope.She was

  • SECOND CHANCE: CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE

    HUNTER'S POV.I frowned slightly.That wasn’t what I expected.“It’s nothing,” I said.But even I could hear the edge in my voice.She didn’t believe me.I could see it in her eyes.“No,” she said gently. “It’s not nothing, Alaric. Stop lying to yourself."I looked away for a second, my gaze drifti

  • SECOND CHANCE: CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR

    HUNTER’S POV.The forest was quiet.Too quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet. Not the kind that calms your mind and lets you breathe. This one was more of torture.I stood still, my chest rising and falling slowly, trying to steady myself after the flashes. My head still felt crowded, like the mem

  • SECOND CHANCE: CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE

    HUNTER’S POV.Hope fell asleep before I did.I felt it in the way her breathing slowly evened out, in the way her body relaxed completely against mine like she had finally let go of every worry she had been carrying all day.She trusted me.That thought sat heavy in my chest now.Her fingers were s

  • SECOND CHANCE: CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING   CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO

    HOPE’S POV.The room was quiet except for the soft rhythm of our breathing. Hunter and I lay in each other’s arms in the dim glow of the moon filtering through the blinds, the warmth of his body pressed against mine. His arm draped over me in a protective loop, and I traced idle patterns along his

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