All Chapters of Loved By The Lycan King : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

HANNAH’S POVThe sun hadn’t even fully risen yet, and already I was on my feet with a clipboard in one hand and a string of silver lanterns in the other.The entire courtyard buzzed with activity—pack members carrying crates, hanging silk streamers, arranging flowers in towering vases. Laughter and excited chatter floated in the air like music.But I could only focus on one thing. My son was getting married.And not just as an Alpha, but as Jackson—my boy, the same one who used to run through these halls barefoot and muddy, dragging Liam behind him with some wild story about hunting imaginary rogues.My chest swelled as I paused and looked around. This had to be perfect.“Jessica,” I called out, waving her over. She came jogging up with a ball of ribbon in one hand and a roll of tablecloths in the other.“Make sure the food tables are placed on both sides of the garden—guests will be coming in from the west and south paths, so we don’t want a traffic jam.”She nodded and winked. “Alre

JACKSON’S POVI stared at the man in the mirror and barely recognized him. Sharp jawline, dark blue eyes filled with nerves and something like disbelief. My fingers fumbled with the last cufflink again—cold metal slipping against palms that wouldn’t stop sweating.I’m getting married.The thought echoed in my head like a drumbeat, heavy and real. I’d said the words out loud to myself a dozen times, but they still didn’t feel any less surreal.The suit fit like it was made for me—because it was. Black as night. Clean cut. Simple, sharp, and powerful—just the way Karen liked it.“You don’t need anything flashy,” she’d told me last week while adjusting my collar, her fingers brushing my skin. “You already look like a storm wrapped in shadows.”I hadn’t argued. For her, I’d wear rags. Or armor. Whatever she needed.The door creaked open behind me, and before I even heard him, I smelled cedar and steel—Liam.He walked in holding a steaming mug. “Figured you’d need this,” he said, tossing i

KAREN’S POVThe air was alive with joy.Laughter, music, and the sweet scent of roasted meat and wildflowers filled every corner of the pack grounds, as if the night itself had decided to celebrate with us. Lanterns swayed gently in the trees, casting a golden glow over everything. Children ran barefoot through the grass, giggling, while wolves howled in the distance—not out of fear, anger, or grief… but for love.Our love.I still couldn’t fully wrap my head around it. Jackson’s hand was wrapped firmly around mine, his thumb moving in slow, lazy circles against my skin, as if he needed constant reassurance that this was real. That we were real.That I was his wife.His Luna.Maybe I couldn’t believe it either. Not really. Not until I’d heard the Elder’s voice say the words. Not until Jackson looked at me like I’d just become his whole world.But the truth was… I’d always been his world.“Come on, Mrs. Bonnet,” he whispered into my ear, his voice low and teasing, sending a ripple down

HANNAH’S POVThe music floated softly through the hall, laughter echoing off the walls like it belonged there—like it had always belonged there. The lights glowed warm, casting soft halos around everyone dancing and swaying, talking and smiling.And I stood there, just taking it all in.Jackson and Karen were dancing so closely I doubted they even noticed the crowd anymore. She looked radiant, absolutely glowing as she whispered something in his ear that made him chuckle and kiss her temple.Not far from them, Laila was dancing with Alex. She looked so grown, so sure of herself, and he looked at her like the moon rose and set for her alone. The way she teased him, the way he gave in with that quiet smile—it melted something in me.And then there was Liam. Sweet, strong Liam, who had always been the calm in every storm. He stood awkwardly at the edge of the dance floor while Sarah kept tugging on his sleeve, trying to drag him out to dance. He kept shaking his head, laughing, but I kne

Karen’s POVIn one swift motion, he pulled me up from the bed and tore away my remaining clothing. My bra was ruined, my panties ripped at the seams. When he cupped my ass, I felt the silk of my underwear tear, the sound and sensation sending another surge of heat through me.Soon, I stood before him in nothing, feeling exposed yet utterly desired. His eyes roved over me, and when he whispered, “Beautiful. And all mine,” my body trembled with anticipation.Jackson kissed down my chest, between my breasts, sending chills across my skin. Each touch was deliberate, every press of his mouth electric. He explored every inch as though he had all the time in the world.My chest rose and fell, my breaths coming in shallow gasps as he drifted lower, his mouth brushing past my navel. Each kiss stoked the fire inside me, pushing me closer to an edge I could hardly stand.“Jackson,” I managed, my voice barely more than a whisper. My hands gripped his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle under my fi