All Chapters of Loved By The Lycan King : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

JACKSON’S POVThe morning light slipped through the curtains, painting delicate streaks across the wooden floor. Birds hummed a quiet melody outside, their song soft and rhythmic. For a single, fleeting moment, the world was still—peaceful.Karen lay beside me, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths, her dark hair fanned across the pillow. I exhaled, watching her for a second longer before carefully peeling back the sheets. The mattress creaked faintly beneath my weight, but she didn’t stir. Good. She needed the rest.Padding barefoot into the hallway, the first thing that caught my eye was Liam’s door—shut tight, an unnatural silence clinging to it. My fingers curled into my palm.He should be up by now.I knocked twice, the sound hollow against the wood. “Liam?”No answer.The doorknob turned easily under my grip, revealing an empty room. His bed was unmade, the sheets tangled, one of his boots missing. The air smelled faintly of his presence, like he’d been gone for h

JACKSON’S POVThe last echoes of training faded as the younger wolves scattered across the field, their laughter and exhaustion mingling in the evening air. My muscles burned, my throat dry as sandpaper, but the restlessness in my chest refused to settle.My gaze landed on Alex.He stood near the edge of the field, tossing a water bottle to one of the teens—some scrawny kid who looked at him like he’d hung the damn moon. My jaw tightened.Why was I doing this?Maybe it was the way he’d thrown himself into training, sweat glistening on his skin, muscles straining with every move. Maybe it was the way he hadn’t given me a reason—yet—to rip his throat out. Or maybe, just maybe, I wanted to believe the man who had once shattered Karen’s spirit could actually change.I exhaled sharply, then raised my hand. “Alex!” My voice cut through the noise. “Walk with me.”He turned, surprise flickering in his eyes before he jogged over. The scent of exertion clung to him—salt, earth, the faint metall

LAILA’S POVThe sound of the front door slamming tore through the house like thunder, rattling the walls and sending a cold jolt down my spine. My breath hitched. Jackson’s voice roared through the halls, raw and jagged—a storm of fury and something far worse: betrayal.He lied, Laila! He fucking lied to all of us!I rushed into the foyer just as Jackson stormed in, his chest heaving, his knuckles split and smeared with blood. His eyes—wild, unhinged—locked onto mine, and for the first time in years, I was afraid of my own brother."What are you talking about?" My voice was barely a whisper, my throat tight.He whirled on me so fast I flinched. "Alex—your perfect little mate, the one you’ve been defending since the second he stepped foot into this pack. He’s a damn spy. I caught him with a letter. From Grayson!"The words hit like a blade to the gut. My stomach twisted, my pulse roaring in my ears. No. No, that can’t be right."What… what letter?" I managed, my fingers curling into my

SILAS’S POVShe thinks she can threaten me.Laila. That insolent little brat marched right up to me, her emerald eyes blazing with a fire that made my skin prickle. The scent of wildflowers and defiance clung to her, sharp and irritating, just like her mother.The way she held herself—chin high, shoulders squared—as if she owned the damn world. As if her bloodline made her untouchable. She stopped inches from me, close enough that I could see the flecks of amber in her glare, feel the heat of her breath as she spoke."If I even smell betrayal on you again, Silas—I’ll end you before Jackson does."Her voice was low, a venomous whisper that slithered into my ears and coiled around my skull. My jaw locked so tight I tasted blood. Every muscle in my body tensed, my wolf snarling beneath my skin, begging to lunge, to tear, to make her regret ever opening her pretty little mouth.But I didn’t.I stood there, my fingers twitching at my sides, my pulse roaring like a storm in my veins. The ur

LAILA’S POVMy bare feet padded softly against the cold wooden floor as I paced outside Jackson’s room, my fingers knotting together like tangled threads. The rhythmic creak of the floorboards beneath me matched the frantic drumming of my pulse.Five minutes. Five agonizing minutes of hesitation, of chewing my bottom lip raw until the coppery taste of blood bloomed on my tongue. I knew he’d still be furious—not just at Alex, but maybe at me, too. Maybe at the entire universe for spinning everything out of control.The door swung open with a quiet groan, and there he stood—Jackson, his broad frame filling the doorway, a towel draped lazily around his neck. The scent of soap and that damn strawberry shampoo he always used clung to him, but the warmth that usually radiated from him was gone, replaced by something colder, sharper. His dark eyes were shuttered, his jaw set like stone.“We need to talk,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper, the words scraping against my throat like s