All Chapters of Loved By The Lycan King : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

SILAS’S POVThe bottle twirled slowly between my fingers, the dim light catching the thick, amber liquid inside. I smiled to myself. It was funny—how something so small, so unassuming, could hold the power to undo years of sacrifice, hope, and loyalty. All it took was one little vial… and one small fire.Karen never stood a chance. I had been watching her for weeks—day and night in that makeshift lab, chasing a miracle for Xavier. Everyone praised her—so brilliant, so selfless—but they didn’t know what I knew.They didn’t see what I saw. Giving Xavier that cure would mean giving him back his Lycan. His power. His strength. That couldn’t happen. Not if I wanted to take the pack for myself.So I made my move. Slipped the vial into my coat, doused the journal with accelerant, and lit the match. The fire spread beautifully. Chaotic. Destructive. Erasing the pages of her mother’s journal in a heartbeat.Of course, Jackson came for me. That mutt’s temper is as short as ever. But with no pro

SILAS’S POVThe moment my fingers pressed send, something inside me snapped—like a chain finally breaking free. The message was simple, just four words, but they carried the weight of years of bitterness, of watching from the shadows while others basked in the light."Release the hounds. No mercy."A slow, vicious smile curled my lips as I tucked the burner phone back into my pocket. The air smelled of damp earth and pine, the scent of the forest thick around me, but beneath it all, I could almost taste the coming bloodshed. It was sweet. It was inevitable.Let them come.Let them see what happens when they push me too far.A rustle of leaves behind me made my spine stiffen. Instinct flared—someone was there. Someone who shouldn’t have been.I turned. And there she stood. Laila.Her dark eyes burned into mine, unflinching, her small frame rigid with tension. The wind tugged at her hair, strands of it catching the fading light like threads of fire. She didn’t speak at first. Just stare

JACKSON’SThe lake glimmered under the fading sunlight, its surface smooth as glass, reflecting the bruised hues of twilight. The water lapped gently against the shore, a deceptive calm before the storm.My fingers tightened around the pouch of ingredients, the rough fabric pressing into my palm as I secured it across my shoulder. For a single, fleeting moment, I allowed myself to exhale—until the forest around us erupted with movement.Low, guttural growls slithered through the trees. Footsteps, too many to count, crunched over dry leaves and snapped twigs. My spine stiffened, every muscle coiling like a spring.They found us.I turned slowly, my fists clenching until my knuckles burned white. From the shadows, they emerged—Blue Cross warriors, their eyes gleaming with malice, their bodies poised for slaughter. And then, he stepped forward.Noah.The moment his face came into view, my vision tunneled. The scent of rage and blood flooded my senses, dragging me back to that night—Liam’

JACKSON’S POVWe didn’t stop running. Not even once. Every muscle in my body screamed, my lungs burning like fire, but I kept pushing forward. Slowing down wasn’t an option—not with Alex’s blood trailing behind us, staining the forest floor. The sharp, metallic scent hung in the air, thick and suffocating. It coated the back of my throat like ash, making my stomach twist.Logan was beside me, panting hard, holding Alex like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. Alex groaned every few seconds, low and broken. Even unconscious, the guy was fighting—fighting to stay alive.Don’t you dare die on me.I risked a glance over my shoulder as we hit the ridge—Shadow Moon’s border just up ahead. The rogues had stopped at the cliff, watching us from a distance. And Noah? That bastard wasn’t chasing us either. He just stood there, arms crossed, that smug little smirk carved into his face by the moonlight.He wasn’t coming. He didn’t need to. He knew Alex was bleeding out.He knew we were barely h

JACKSON’S POVThe moment I stepped into the pack hall, I knew I had him. The room had grown quiet at my arrival, all heads turning—and there, right there, was Silas, standing tall at the center of the gathering like he was already wearing a crown. But when he saw me walk in, bloodied but breathing, the flicker of shock that crossed his face said everything.He hadn’t expected me to return. He thought I was dead.But he was wrong.“Jackson…” he muttered, voice low and stiff. “You’re back.”I didn’t waste time. My voice rang out across the chamber with an authority I didn’t have to fake. “You’ve been planning my father’s murder. You poisoned him, set fire to the lab, destroyed the cure, and called the rogues to attack our pack while he lay dying. You are guilty of treason, Uncle. And I’m here to demand your execution.”The air in the hall went still.Gasps echoed. Some murmured. The council of elders shifted uncomfortably in their seats, exchanging looks. A few pack members stood from t