All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Favorite Breeder: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Lucinda's POV. Together with Darcus, I walked to the training yard. Well, now, it was the battlefield. It had never looked like this before. By the time the sun fully rose, the ground was alive with noise. There was a lot that was going on at the same time. There was the clanging of different steels, the sharpening of blades, and the steady thud of boots as warriors lined up in formation. There were a whole lot of activities going on. It even felt like the pack had doubled in numbers. Smoke from the forges curled into the air where weapons were being tempered one last time. Wolves paced restlessly at the edges, looking so restless and anxious. The air itself buzzed with energy. Lots and lots of energy. I...I didn't know how to feel or how to react even. It was too much to take in. I stood at the edge of it all, as my armor was strapped tightly to my body, and my sword swung slowly at my hip. My body was trembling a little. Maddie adjusted the straps on her ches

Darcus’s POV. Later that night. The night should have been quiet. After the fight with Samantha, after the crowd’s roars and Lucinda’s victory, after the way she had looked at me with fire in her eyes and pressed her lips against mine in the yard, I thought sleep would come easily. It didn’t. Hours after we laid down together in our shared chambers, Lucinda’s breathing had evened, her face soft against the pillow. My arm was still around her waist, and her warmth wrapped me. I was warm too. She deserved rest, after everything, after fighting with everything she had in front of the entire pack. She had proved herself. She had silenced their whispers. And yet my mind refused to silence itself. The shadows wouldn’t leave me. Lucinda has said that Killian's shadow lingered around the pack house and she could see and feel it. Even though I couldn't see it yet, I was starting to get where she was coming from. I brushed a strand of hair from Lucinda’s cheek, pre

Reader's POV. The entire pack house was in chaos. Lucinda’s heart slammed against her ribs as Maddie’s breathless words echoed in her ears again. “They’re gone...the twins are gone!” For one terrifying second, the world tilted off its axis. She had been sitting with Darcus in their chamber. She had almost begun to believe she could rest. Then Maddie burst in pale-faced and shaking, and everything shattered. Now, the halls shook with noise. Warriors thundered down the stairs, servants whispered frantically, and younger wolves huddled together, wide-eyed. Lucinda gripped the edge of the table to steady her trembling hands. “Gone? What do you mean gone? They were supposed to be asleep!” Maddie, still catching her breath, nodded furiously. “I checked their beds. They weren’t there. The window was open. I searched the east wing, the kitchen, everywhere. They’re not inside.” Darcus’s face hardened into something feral. His jaw clenched, as his eyes gleamed dangero

. Reader's POV. After the last council meeting, all of us started looking out for Killian, waiting for his attack. Lucinda didn't know why but she could feel that he was coming really soon. Later that day, Darcus decided to go round and check the patrols he sent out at every part surrounding the pack house, in the woods. He stood at the edge of the tree line while the last of the patrol checked their straps and tightened their cloaks. Darcus didn't know why but he did not like the feel of the night. He felt like something was wrong with the air. “Keep your eyes open,” he told them. His voice was low. “No fires. No singsong. Watch the ground.” Marcus fell in behind him on his left. Maddie was on his right. Both were quiet, the way soldiers are when they know a fight may come. They all moved together, waiting for whatever laid ahead. They walked for a long time. The forest closed around them. Each step was a small crack of twig. Darcus’s senses were all turned

Lucinda’s POV. The next day. The morning after the festival felt so heavy. It was not bright at all. Though the banners still hung across the hall and the scent of roasted meat lingered in the air, everywhere felt so weird once again. There were whispers that echoed through the corridors about Vivian being dangerous and not belonging to the pack. That annoyed me, and I wanted to shut them up but for what reason? It wouldn't change the thought that they had in their heads. I got out of bed, and went out to the kids' room to check on them. They were still sleeping. I laid beside Vivian on her bed, and just inhaled her scent and watched her sleep. As she slept, she looked so small and... peaceful. I smiled and patted her head until my eyes slowly went shut. Minutes later. Vivian hadn’t stirred when I rose. She laid curled on her bed. Still, her breathing was still soft and even. I touched her forehead, kissed her hair, and stepped from their room with a weight