All Chapters of The Lycan King's Little Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

NAIAThe cool grass beneath me contrasts sharply with the heat spreading through my body. My senses are overwhelmed—Silas’s mouth, Kaius’s touch, the way they move together as if they’ve done this a hundred times before.I pause. Wait—no. That was the wrong analogy.Frustration flares inside me, hot and sharp. Why did I even think that? It makes me mad, the thought settling like a heavy stone in my stomach. Have they done this before—together—with someone else? Have they shared these same glances, spoken these same words, traced these same paths on another woman’s skin?I'm just being paranoid, That can't be possible, They weren't even on good terms for a long time.Kaius watches me with a satisfied smirk, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles along my stomach. His touch is light, deliberate, sending small ripples of anticipation through me. Erasing all those earlier thoughts out. “You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. “I love watching

SILASSILASShe makes it so damn hard not to give in.I clench my fists, forcing myself to calm down before I do something reckless. She has no idea what she does to us, no clue how fucking tempting she is, sprawled out on the grass like that, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath.Kaius exhales sharply. “Gosh, woman, you don’t make this easy.”Naia props herself up on her elbows, her head tilting as she smirks at him. “What? I didn’t do anything.”Liar.She knows exactly what she’s doing. The teasing glint in her eyes, the way her lips curl up just enough to taunt us—it’s deliberate. She might not realize the full extent of her effect on us, but she’s definitely aware of the power she holds.I shake my head, exhaling slowly as I try to think about something—anything—other than how good she looks beneath us. “You said your wolf is what?” I ask, bringing the conversation back before we completely lose control.Instead of answering me,Naia stares at her hands, flexing

NAIAWhen we make our way back to the palace, the three of us walk in silence.Not the uncomfortable kind.It’s the kind of silence that feels full, like we’re all lost in our own thoughts but still tethered to each other.I reach out, slipping my hands into theirs.Their fingers tighten around mine instantly, like they’d been waiting for me to do it. Their warmth seeps into my skin, grounding me, reminding me that this—whatever this is between us—is real.They don’t say anything.Neither do I.But I feel them."Many amazing things happened today." Kyra’s voice is soft, almost reverent.I nod absently, my mind trailing back to everything that just went down. The way they touched me. The way Silas ripped my shirt off without hesitation—well, his shirt. How the intensity in their eyes made me shiver, made my blood rush in ways I’d never felt before.I felt alive.I felt wanted.I felt… loved.Between all of that, between the teasing and the pleasure, I might have, kind of, glanced down

KAIUSRemember when I said Naia was my savior? The only hope?Yeah, I meant it. She’s the only thing that’s ever made this darkness feel less like a curse and more like something I could live through, when I knew that I had a mate. The first time I touched her, I felt warmth. Not the kind that burns. The kind that heals. But today... something shifted.When we provoked her earlier, when we toyed with her, I realized something else.I didn’t want to share.The way she responded—the way her eyes fluttered, the soft gasp from her lips, the way her scent changed—it stirred something violent in me.The more Silas stayed silent, the more I hated it. That silence echoed like betrayal.And Kael... my wolf, my other self... he thrives to persuade me in that silence. He lives for it.“We won’t regret it,” Kael whispers inside me. His voice is steady, low, vibrating with certainty."So that’s why you told Duncan to bring armed men here?" I ask, my tone casual—but my heart is pounding.“Yes. We n

SILAS"Shit."The pack is in ruins. Smoke chokes the air. Flames devour the homes we built with blood and loyalty. The cries of the wounded echo through what’s left of the streets. Too many bodies. Too much loss. Warriors—some barely more than boys—have fallen into despair.The dragons are dead now. Illusions. Illusions that breathed real fire and burned real people. That kind of magic... it’s far beyond anything we’ve seen. Witches. It has to be witches.But what kind of witches leave their scent behind?It reeks of rosemary—fresh, sharp, deliberate. Not careless. A message.This was a trap.But I don’t care. Not anymore. I need vengeance. For the fallen. For the children who won't go home tonight. For the mothers and fathers who died screaming.I made a treaty. I begged for peace. I gave them land, gold, power. And this is how they answer?They will pay.“Group One, start collecting the corpses. Get them away from the fires.” My voice is hoarse as I speak to the warriors assigned to