All Chapters of The Lycan King's Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Author’s povAnna woke up that morning with a fire in her belly. She wasn’t going to let anyone, Lyra included, steal her thunder and take the life she had built for herself. Her pack, her power, her position—she was not going to lose it all without a fight.She sat up in bed and stretched her arms over her head before using one hand to rake through the curtain of perfectly styled blond hair falling around on the pillow behind her head as she wore a devilish smirk. Today would be different. Today she would regain control over everything she had lost.Anna stood up and went over to the mirror. She smiled at her reflection. The sexy curves, flawless skin, and confidence in her eyes. “You still got it…” she whispered as she slightly tilted her head to the side to get a better view of herself.There was no way Lyra was going to come in here and take King Greg away from her. Anna knew what kind of men like him wanted. Power. Beauty. Charm. And she had all three.Looking away from the mirro

Lyra’s povAnna stared at me with such fury it almost knocked me back. I could see her raising the knife while threatening me as fear hit my chest. I held in my fear as I knew I wasn’t going to be scared of her anymore. I was done being afraid of her. No. It would not happen again.I held my full height and swallowed a gulp.“Did you hear me Lyra?” She asked as I sighed.“I’m not doing anything for you,” I said with a hard heart.Her expression immediately darkened. A twisted smile pulled at her lips, but it was not sweet—it held nothing but hate.“Excuse me?” She asked like she had not heard me well. “The hell did you just say to me?”I inhaled deeply and looked at her with a stern face, “I said that I wasn’t going to do anything for you. I’m done being your slave. I’m done.”The air around us suddenly got thick with rage before Anna lunged at me. I didn’t even have the time to jump out of the way as she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into her. I tried to fight back before her

Authors povKing Greg leaned against the arm of his golden throne, a small amused smile adorning his lips. The room was dimly lit with nothing but the fire of torches to reflect off the stone walls. He tapped his long fingers against the cold metal, reevaluating his earlier encounter with Lyra. A wolf had just turned him down; a wolf who would have had favours but she had chosen to be amongst her people. She would soon regret it.After a few moments, he heard the creaking sounds of a heavy door and saw it open before one of the guards stepped into his sight bowing quickly before speaking up, “My King if you don’t mind me asking, why did you allow her to leave so easily? She declined your proposal. Most would think for sure you’d punish her or force it.”Greg’s smile became a smirk as he leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “And why would you assume that I let her go so easily, Erwin?” The King spoke, and though his words should have been easy enough to understand, there was

Lyra’s povFor a long time, we stayed there in silence. The sheer gravity of my decision was overwhelming and causing me to second-guess myself. When Helga finally broke the embrace, her hands still rested on my shoulders.“You are the strongest woman I’ve ever known, Lyra,” she emphasized. “And no matter what comes your way… you will survive it.”Her words gave me some semblance of comfort—but they didn’t come close to casting off the feeling of complete terror that lined my insides. That filled my pores with fear.Was I being naïve?I didn’t know… I just didn’t know what would greet me on the other side of this thing called change. But for them… I had to be strong.She hugged me before leaving me alone and I was left with nothing but my confidence.In the final hours of the night, I stood by the window gazing at a pale moon. I was leaving home – to say goodbye… forever.***Author’s povHelga walked down the dark hallway, her mind laden with the feelings she had just felt in Lyra’s

Lyra’s povThe first light of dawn seeped through the cracked blinds on my window. I felt something heavy on my chest and wondered why I was feeling this way. I blinked and immediately remembered why a leaden weight had taken up residence in my chest. Today was the day I would abandon my pack, something that hadn’t been done before, and head off to parts unknown with Lycan King Greg as part of some bargain for the safety of those I loved.I shivered at the sickness curling in my belly at the thought of going with him and pushed aside the not-so-obvious truth that claimed it was because Greg’s freedom had only been one part of that bargain.Sitting up, I stretched before hearing a quiet knock at my door. Grief swamped me.Greg already?“Come in,” I muttered, knowing who it would be, but I was relieved when the door opened and Helga stepped in.“Good morning," she said in a voice both cheerful and real.I mustered a half-smile, my body still unaware of itself. “Morning, Helga. What’s th