All Chapters of The Lycan's Possession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

There was a little silence between them. As the silence dragged, Esme started fidgeting, and the thoughts of him not answering crossed her mind, but she was quick to push it to the back of her mind. He had promised and said it so clearly that he believed her, so there was no need to doubt him either.“Yes, they are aware,” Grant finally spoke, and she whipped her head to look at him. He smiled and then continued, “Before they were allowed to settle here, they took an oath. Whatever happens in Lyrria stays in Lyrria. They don't leave Lyrria without permission and supervision either. They haven't broken that oath so far.”Esme blinked, not expecting that answer. Why would anyone agree to such terms?He chuckled, placing his hand on her hair. He ruffled it a bit. “Don't be so surprised, my love. We are not heartless people. And the humans help us maintain the balance. It wouldn't be right if only the indigenous people lived in a country. Having them here clears all the doubts the world

Failing to sense the impending danger that loomed over him, Dawson shrugged the pain and glared at the bodyguard. Then he looked up at Grant, his gaze cold and defiant.“My mate. I have come to take her back. You had no right to take her away just because she is a Hawthorne,” He said with so much confidence that if Grant did not know any better, he would have doubted himself if he was truly Esme's fated mate.He found it laughable that Dawson was so bold as to claim Esme as his mate. But Grant may have thought it laughable. The same couldn't be said for his beast, who was raging inside him. Wanting to tear Dawson to pieces for claiming their mate as his own. He let out a guttural growl that instantly petrified everyone who heard it, including Dawson himself.The guards who heard Dawson's claim looked at him in pity. Was he a fool, or was he not afraid of death?Of all the lines he could have said, of all the lies he could have told, why was it a claim on the alpha's mate? The king's m

 Meanwhile, inside the council chamber, tension hung thick in the air—growing steadily, refusing to ease. The silence was suffocating, heavy like a boulder pressing down on everyone in the room. Each alpha sat at the long, rectangular table, their betas positioned beside them. All except Alpha Dane, whose beta was notably absent. And then there was the Alpha King’s seat—empty, with only his royal beta present in his place. Several other seats were filled by council members personally chosen by the king or by former pack alphas who still lived and now served as his advisors. The remaining chairs were occupied by Lyrria’s army generals. All eyes scanned the room, glancing at one another in silent anticipation. They waited—for someone to speak for someone to break the ice. But no one did. Instead, their gazes slowly shifted to Leonardo. As the king’s righ