All Chapters of Loved By The Lycan King : Chapter 161 - Chapter 167

KAREN’S POVThe steam from the shower still clung to my skin as I stepped onto the plush bathmat, my fingers brushing the soft, folded towel on the counter. The scent of lavender and vanilla from my body wash lingered in the air, wrapping around me like a second skin.The moment I reached for my towel, strong arms wrapped around me from behind, lifting me off the damp bathroom tiles with effortless ease. A startled squeal burst from my lips as my feet left the ground, water droplets cascading from my skin onto the floor."Jackson!" I laughed, my fingers instinctively gripping his broad shoulders for balance. His bare chest pressed against my back, warm and solid, his familiar scent—woodsmoke and something uniquely him—filling my senses.He grinned down at me, boyish mischief dancing in his dark eyes, like he’d just pulled off the world’s greatest heist. "What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t carry my wife out of the bathroom on our first morning together?"I arched a brow, fight

JACKSON’S POVThe meeting room buzzed with quiet tension, every face around the table set and focused. The scent of ink, leather, and fresh paper filled the air, mixing with the undercurrent of stress that clung to all of us.I sat at the head of the table, arms crossed, listening to report after report of rogue sightings along our southern border. It wasn’t just one or two incidents anymore. This was a pattern—and it was getting worse.“Five attacks in ten days,” Liam said grimly, his voice low and steady as he pointed to a map spread across the table. “Always in the same area. Same time of night. They’re smart. They’re not staying to fight—they hit and vanish.”“They’re watching us,” one of the patrol leaders added. “They’re testing our response time, our numbers, our tactics.”Another council member leaned forward. “It’s not random anymore, Alpha. This is organized. Coordinated. Someone’s directing them.”I nodded slowly. My jaw clenched as the words I’d already been thinking echoe

KAREN’S POVThe living room looked like a design store had exploded in it—paint chips everywhere, fabric swatches covering every surface, and an absolutely ridiculous stack of home décor magazines that Laila had somehow summoned in under five minutes.I flipped through one with golden accents and floaty, boho vibes. Okay, but seriously, how did you even carry all this over here?Laila shot me a smug grin. “Easy. I have Sarah. She’s the muscle, I’m the brain.”Sarah rolled her eyes from the other end of the couch. “Excuse you. I’m both, thank you very much.”Over by the kitchen counter, Jackson leaned back with his arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold with a look that was somewhere between entertained and mildly alarmed.I held up a soft, sage-green swatch. “What about this for the bedroom?”Laila made a face. “Too peaceful. You two aren’t going to be sleeping much in there anyway.”“Laila!” Sarah choked, scandalized.Jackson just about spit out his drink. I turned bright red.He sa

KAREN’S POVThe last guest had finally left, the front door clicking shut behind them with a soft, final sound. The air smelled of vanilla frosting and champagne, the remnants of laughter still clinging to the walls like a sweet aftertaste.I stood barefoot in the center of our living room, the hardwood cool beneath my soles, my fingers wrapped around two empty glasses. The silence was warm, thick with contentment, wrapping around me like a well-worn sweater.Across the room, Jackson bent over the dessert table, gathering the last of the disposable plates with an exaggerated groan. His dark hair was tousled from running his hands through it all evening, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the faint scars and ink that marked his forearms.He tossed the plates into a trash bag with a rustling thud, then straightened, rolling his shoulders with a tired but satisfied sigh. When his eyes met mine, they crinkled at the corners, that slow, crooked grin spreading across hi