Semua Bab Loved By The Lycan King : Bab 101 - Bab 110

ALEX’S POVThree days. Three days since Jackson had allowed Logan and me to stay, and still, every glance thrown our way was edged with suspicion. We were intruders here. Former enemies. And no matter how much we kept our heads down, the weight of their distrust pressed against my ribs like a knife.This morning, the kitchen had been no different. The moment we stepped inside, conversations stuttered to a halt. Eyes tracked us—sharp, assessing. The scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon should have been comforting, but all I tasted was bitterness.Logan nudged me with his elbow, his jaw tight, but he said nothing. We ate in silence, the scrape of forks against plates the only sound between us. Outside, the crisp autumn air did little to ease the tension coiling in my chest.Then, we saw him. Liam. Jackson’s younger brother. Laila’s twin. He walked toward us, hands shoved into his pockets, his posture relaxed in a way Jackson’s never was. And then—unexpectedly—he smiled. Small

LAILA’S POVThen reality settled back in. I glanced over my shoulder. Jackson hadn’t moved, but his stare was locked onto us, his arms crossed, his jaw set.He’s not letting this go."He’s not going to relax anytime soon," I muttered.Alex exhaled, unfazed. "I wouldn’t either, if I were him." His voice was steady, sincere. "He’s doing what I’d do. What I will do—for you."The words struck deep, unraveling something inside me. I nodded, biting my lip to keep it from trembling. "Thank you. For tonight. For… everything."His gaze never wavered. "I meant every word. Even if I have to say it a hundred times before you believe me."I shot him a look—half warning, half something softer. "Easy, Alpha. You’re already bleeding all over my party."A slow, crooked smile. "Worth it."Damn him.My heart stuttered. I turned before I could do something reckless—before I forgot we were supposed to keep our distance. "See you around," I said, slipping into the crowd, pretending I didn’t feel his eyes bu

ALEX’S POVThe moment her fist connected with my ribs, I felt it—not just the sharp burst of pain, but the fire behind it. She wasn’t just sparring. She was alive in this fight, every movement deliberate, every breath controlled.And God, it was intoxicating.She fought like she had something to prove, her body a perfect balance of grace and brutality. The way she twisted away from my strike, the way her foot lashed out—fast, precise—nearly sweeping my legs out from under me. I barely caught myself in time, my pulse roaring in my ears.Damn.It was hard—so damn hard—not to reach out. Not to let my fingers linger when I blocked her, not to say something reckless like You feel like home when she landed another hit, her knuckles grazing my side. The warmth of her skin, even through the thin fabric of her shirt, sent a jolt through me.But I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want to. But because she needed space. Respect. Safety. And I wanted to be all of that for her.We finally paused, both

Jackson’s POVThe house was quiet when I finally stepped inside, the scent of herbs and old books guiding me like a trail. I knew exactly where she’d be.Karen didn’t sleep much anymore—not when she was this close to unraveling something impossible.Her office door was slightly ajar, the glow of candlelight spilling into the hallway. The air was thick with the sharp tang of alchemical reagents—burnt glass, crushed herbs, something metallic underneath it all.I paused outside, my hand hovering over the wood.After everything… after what she said about fixing what was broken in me—what she helped break—I didn’t know how to face her.I’d kept my distance. Buried the bitterness under work, the anger under duty. But now, standing here, after seeing the look in my father’s eyes… I realized something.I had missed her more than I realized.I pushed the door open without knocking.She was bent over her desk, her back to me, fingers carefully swirling a vial of glowing liquid. The light cast e

Liam’s POVI hesitated. Part of me wanted to go back, crawl into bed, and forget how stupid I’d just looked. But the other part—the part that never trusted Silas, not since he came back—won out.I’m coming, I said finally, stepping forward.Sarah grabbed my arm as I took a step.“Liam, seriously? You’re staying?” she whispered sharply, her voice a mix of frustration and concern. “You don’t even trust him, remember?”I glanced back at her. The moonlight framed her face just right, and I could see the real worry in her eyes. For a second, I hesitated. Maybe she was right. But I needed to see this through.“I’ll be fine,” I told her, my voice low. “You should go back. Get some sleep.”She didn’t move at first, just stood there, looking at me like I was an idiot. Which—fair. But then she sighed, muttered something under her breath, and turned to leave.“Don’t get yourself killed, dumbass,” she grumbled as she walked away, kicking at a loose rock in the path.I smiled faintly. “Goodnight,