Lahat ng Kabanata ng Loved By The Lycan King : Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

SILAS’S POVThe scent of blood was everywhere—thick, warm, metallic. Sweet, in a twisted kind of way. It soaked into the dirt of the sacred circle, right under Jackson’s body, like the earth itself was drinking it in. That blood—his blood—felt like justice. Like retribution. Like the stain his family left on my life was finally being washed clean.For the first time in years, I felt that fire again. That rush. That feeling of finally, finally winning.I was flat on my back, ribs aching, head spinning from the beating Jackson gave me. The kid was stronger than I’d expected. Cocky, sure, but he hit like a damn freight train. Still... strength doesn’t win wars.Cunning does. And that’s what I had.I watched him stumble after the blade sank into his side, his body freezing right above me. His eyes locked onto mine—confused, furious... betrayed.Good.I didn’t need to beat him. I just needed to survive long enough for my plan to kick in.He fell, hard. And the moment his body hit the groun

XAVIER’S POVThe darkness peeled away like a thick fog, and the first thing I felt was breath.A full, clean breath. No coughing. No weakness. No pain clawing through my chest. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. But then I opened my eyes.The ceiling above me was familiar—wooden beams and warm lights—but everything felt different. I sat up slowly, expecting the usual dizziness, the aching limbs.Instead, I felt... powerful. Alive in a way I hadn’t in years. My heart thudded strong and steady. My limbs were firm, grounded. My vision—clearer than ever.I blinked hard, my senses coming alive one by one. The scent of herbs. The soft shuffle of someone moving. And then I heard her voice.“Alpha Xavier?” Karen’s face appeared beside me, her eyes wide, rimmed with tears but lit with something that made my chest ache—hope.“You’re awake,” she whispered, voice trembling.I looked at her, confused but alert. “What happened? How... how am I—?”“The cure,” she said quickly. “We made it. We g

KAREN’S POVI didn’t stop to think. The second I saw Alpha Xavier leave the pack house, eyes glowing gold and fury vibrating off his skin, I chased after him. I knew where he was going. I knew who he was going for.But I didn’t expect to find him—my mate—bleeding out on the ground. The moment I saw Jackson’s body sprawled across the circle, blood pouring from his side and soaking into the earth, the world went still. It was like my heart forgot how to beat.No…I dropped to my knees beside him, hands already glowing with healing light. My fingers trembled as I pressed them to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, trying to stay calm, trying not to fall apart.His skin was cold. Too cold. "Jackson," I whispered, voice cracking, "you better hold on. You hear me? You promised you’d come back."I didn’t care who was watching. I didn’t care about the chaos around me or the blood on my hands. I didn’t even care that Silas’s corpse lay feet away, throat torn out by the very Alpha King who

JACKSON’S POVThe days passed slowly, but I was finally healing. I could get out of bed on my own now—no help, no sharp pain pulling me back down. Just a dull ache that reminded me of what we’d survived.Today, the pack house felt different. It was alive. Laughter echoed through the halls, the smell of roasted meat and spices drifted from the kitchen, and the fire crackled in the hearth like it was feeding off the joy in the air.For once, there was no whisper of war, betrayal, or loss hanging over our heads. Just... family.I sat at the long dining table with Liam on my right, Laila on my left. Sarah was next to Liam, their hands hidden but fingers clearly intertwined beneath the table. And Karen—gods, Karen—was leaning gently against me, her head resting briefly on my shoulder, her hand flat against my chest like she still needed proof I was here, breathing, alive.Across the room, Alex and Logan stepped in. They hesitated at first, as if unsure whether they were walking into a home

KAREN’S POVThe moment we stepped into the boutique, the air itself seemed to shimmer—rich with the scent of fresh fabric, delicate floral perfumes, and the faintest hint of vanilla from the candles flickering on the display tables.My breath caught as my gaze swept over the endless rows of gowns, each one more breathtaking than the last. Silk, satin, lace—all woven into creations that looked like they belonged in a fairytale.Laila didn’t just walk ahead of me—she bounced, her excitement radiating off her in waves. Her fingers twitched like she wanted to touch everything at once, her dark eyes gleaming under the warm golden lights."Okay, first rule—no boring dresses," she announced, spinning to face me with a pointed finger. "You’re the Luna-to-be. You need to sparkle like the freaking Moon Goddess herself."Sarah smirked beside her, already flipping through a rack of gowns with the precision of a seasoned warrior assessing weapons. "And nothing too stiff," she added, shooting me a