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

KAIUSI can't find Naia!I searched the whole fucking ground for her, but fucking nothing."Duncan, how are things on your side?" I ask through the mind link."Nothing, Boss. No sight of her. I triple-checked the underground safe bunk. Also, my men are searching the other parts of the kingdom. Other packs, but nothing." He sighs, "What if she was burnt by the fire too?"The thought hits me like a punch to the gut. I try to ignore it, but it's there, gnawing at the edge of my mind. I can’t afford to lose her. Not like this."Don't say that." My voice cracks despite my attempt to remain calm. "She's alive, Duncan. She has to be. Keep searching."I close my eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming panic that threatens to take over. I need to stay focused, but my thoughts keep spiraling. Naia could be anywhere—could be in danger. I think back to when I saw her last, before everything turned to chaos. The soft warmth of her hand in mine, the way her eyes lit up when we spoke...I can’t l

NAIAMy life is shit.Like, actual, flaming, otherworldly-level shit.I’m pissed. Then relieved. Then pissed again. And then it hits me like a damn tidal wave—how sad I am.I’m all over the place. Like my soul is yanked in ten different directions and none of them lead to peace.I don’t even know what to say to Silas or Kaius. What can I say? Oh, hey, thanks for almost dying, and hey, thanks for being the reason he almost died?I was told—actually informed like a punch to the face—that Kaius tried to kill his own twin. His. Own. Twin.Like… how messed up do you have to be?And Astra—don’t even get me started—she apparently swooped in like some dark angel because she’s half-witch, half-Lycan, and full-time chaos.My life is one giant, spiraling mess of secrets, betrayals, and near-death experiences. And I'm the one left standing in the fallout, wondering if any of it is even real.But even with all that swirling in my chest, burning like wildfire, one emotion s

NAIAWhat?I finally look at him, eyes wide, throat tight. “Silas, what the hell are you talking about?”He’s not looking at me. His eyes are fixed on the forest floor, jaw clenched like the truth hurts to say out loud. Maybe it does.“I always had what he didn’t,” he says softly. “Not because I wanted to steal it… but because it came to me anyway. People trusted me more. Followed me easier. And when you came back, when you chose me after everything—he snapped.”My breath catches.“I didn’t choose anyone,” I whisper. “I didn’t even know I had to.”“You didn’t.” He finally meets my eyes. “But that’s the thing, Nai. Kaius has always been the one with the world in his hands, but you were the one thing he never knew how to hold.”I flinch. That truth… it hurts more than the cold.“He looked at me and saw everything he wasn’t for you. And then you…” He exhales, shaking his head. “You looked at me like I was someone worth loving. He couldn’t handle that.”“I don’t—” My voice cracks. “I didn

SILAS"You guys are a pain in the ass, you know that," Astra grumbles, arms crossed as she kicks at the damp dirt beneath her boots. Her tone is sharp, coated with irritation, but underneath it, I can tell she’s just tired. We all are.She’s right, though. We slept in the middle of the damn woods last night—if you can even call what we did sleeping. I watched most of the night, too wired to rest, too afraid something would come out of the dark and take her away from me again.I don't respond to Astra with words, just a small nod. My hand brushes over Naia's cheek, slow and gentle, like the world might shatter if I touched her too hard. Her skin is soft and warm against my fingers—too warm. She's been running a slight fever since last night. Probably from the trauma. Or the cold. Or the stress. Or all of it. She’s been through too much, and yet she still looks peaceful in her sleep.Like an angel dropped into hell.“She won’t have peace for long, will she?” I murmur, more to myself tha

KAIUSIt’s been days.Days since I last saw Naia.And yeah, maybe I’ve seen blood spill, men fall, and kingdoms burn—but nothing ever hits me like not having her near. Every second she's not with me feels like a damn blade dragging through my chest. But this? This mission—we had no choice. Not when we’re this close to uncovering the truth behind the Royal Pack massacre.Today, we’re heading to the Witches' Covenant. Finally. After so much damn running around and hitting dead ends, we’ve got a lead—an obvious one. Too obvious, honestly. The kind of lead that makes you want to punch a wall because it was right in front of you the whole time.Panthers.They tried to invade the ruins of the Royal Pack like it was up for grabs. As if the royal bloodline had crumbled. Like me and Silas were dead. Idiots.What they clearly forgot—or didn’t know—is that Silas still owns more than half the damn continent. And I? Well, I’m not dead either. We don’t fall that easily. Our forces are scattered, ye