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34: You're a mess
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When My Mate Chose Another, the Lycan King Chose Me 36: You're just enough
Natasha's POVToday was quiet, a little too quiet than usual. I had been pacing around my room for what felt like hours, my fingers curling and uncurling, my mind tangled in Ashley's words. Her voice still lingered, smooth and sharp, like a whisper that refused to leave my ear. "You’re a placeholder... a temporary fix..."I hated how much those words clung to me.My phone was sitting by the edge of the vanity, screen dark, as if it too was waiting for me to break this silence. I reached for it, my thumb hovering for a moment before I finally pressed the call button. My mother’s number was still at the top of my recent calls, though it had been days since we spoke.I was strategic to wait till it was her break so as not to get her in trouble.It didn’t even ring twice before she answered."Natasha?"Her voice. God, that voice. Warm and soft, like home. Like everything I had been missing. The tightness in my chest eased a little."Mom," I breathed out, slumping down into the chair, the
When My Mate Chose Another, the Lycan King Chose Me 35: A Placeholder
Ashley’s POVFive days. That’s how long it had been since they dragged me into that hellhole they called a dungeon. Three days of cold walls, sharp questions, and hands that knew how to hurt without leaving marks where anyone could see. But they had to let me go. They couldn’t keep me locked away forever. Not when I knew how to look sorry. How to play victim.But now I stood at the far end of the garden, hidden behind the marble pillars that lined the King’s courtyard, watching Natasha.She was laughing at something one of the maids had said, her head tilted slightly, her hair catching the sunlight like she was in some fairytale. It made me sick. The way she moved like she belonged here. Like this place had been waiting for her.My nails dug into the soft flesh of my palm, and I didn’t stop. I wanted to feel it. The sting. The heat. Anything that could drown the fire boiling under my skin. She didn’t deserve that dress. She didn’t deserve that title. She didn’t deserve him.She was a
When My Mate Chose Another, the Lycan King Chose Me 34: You're a mess
Natasha’s POVMy phone had been lying quiet all morning, like it was in on some kind of silent protest, but now it buzzed sharply against the wooden nightstand, dragging me out of my thoughts. I reached over lazily, half-expecting it to be another stiff reminder about a list of things I needed to “uphold as the Queen.” But when I saw the name on the screen—Lani—I didn’t even think twice. My lips twitched into a smile before I could stop it. I hit the answer button and flopped back onto the bed, sinking into the thick pillows that felt more like thrones than anything else in this palace.“Lani? Girl, what’s good?”The other end was quiet for a beat. Long enough to make me prop myself up on my elbow, frowning slightly. She wasn’t usually this quiet. Not her. Not my Lani.“Natasha?” she said, and the way my name sounded in her voice… it was soft, unsure, like she was poking her head into a room she wasn’t sure she was allowed in. “I wasn’t sure you’d pick up. I’ve been stopping myself fr
When My Mate Chose Another, the Lycan King Chose Me 33: Because of her
Ashley’s POVThe banging on my door wasn’t normal. It wasn’t the kind of knock you ignore and hope they go away. It was loud, urgent, like they were trying to break the door down with their fists. I froze where I stood, eyes locked on the wooden frame as it shuddered again under another hit. My heart was already beating faster, thudding in my chest like a warning I didn’t want to hear.I walked towards it, slowly, my hands smoothing down my dress like that could somehow settle the unease crawling up my spine. By the time I reached the door, I had already braced myself for bad news. But I wasn’t prepared for how cold their eyes would be.Two guards stood there, dressed in their usual dark uniforms, but tonight, they looked different. Like they weren’t here to escort. They were here to collect.“His Majesty wants to see you,” one of them said. No greeting. No explanation. Just that. Like it was enough.It wasn’t.I tried to hold his gaze, tried to find something in his face that would t
When My Mate Chose Another, the Lycan King Chose Me 32: It was Crafted
Lucien’s POVThe morning came too fast, dragging me out of the restless haze of sleep full of nightmares I barely survived.Standing in front of the mirror, I buttoned up a clean shirt, the fabric crisp and cold against my skin, but it didn’t make me feel fresh. The heaviness from last night clung to me, like smoke that refused to clear. My reflection stared back, hollow-eyed, jaw tight. I ran a hand through my hair, forcing it into place, fixing my face into something that resembled control. A King didn’t get the luxury of showing cracks. A King didn’t get to look like he spent the night wrestling shadows.The halls were silent as I walked, but it wasn’t peace. It was the kind of quiet that watched you, waiting for you to slip. My boots echoed against the polished stone, each step deliberate, measured. The guards along the way didn’t move, didn’t speak, but their eyes followed. I kept my back straight, my expression unreadable, even as my mind wasn’t. Natasha. Her fever. The way her
When My Mate Chose Another, the Lycan King Chose Me 31: Slipping
Lucien's POVThe room was quiet now. Not the tense kind of quiet that suffocates you, but a stillness that wrapped itself around everything, soft and slow. Natasha was asleep, her breathing calm, her lips slightly parted as if even in her dreams she needed to fight for air. The fever had eased. Her skin wasn’t as flushed, but there was a frailty in her face that hadn’t been there before. Like a candle that had flickered too long against the wind.I sat beside her, elbows on my knees, my eyes tracing the curve of her cheek, the way her lashes trembled now and then. My fingers moved before I knew it, brushing a loose strand of hair from her forehead. I didn’t plan to touch her. But once I did, I couldn’t stop. My hand stayed there, fingertips gliding lightly through her hair, slow and steady.My wolf stirred.“What now, Lucien? You’re becoming soft for a woman.”I didn’t answer.“You pretend she’s nothing but a pawn in your little play, but look at you.”He wasn’t wrong. But he wasn’t r
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