Loved By The Lycan King 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 181 - 챕터 190

KAREN’S POVThe room was bathed in soft light, the kind that softened edges and made the world feel hushed, like it was holding its breath. I lay curled beneath the thick blanket, the weight of Jackson’s arm wrapped over me, his chest pressed warm against my back. His breath was slow and steady against the nape of my neck, a rhythm I had memorized by now—each exhale a quiet reassurance that he was here, that we were safe.The window was cracked open just enough to let in the scent of damp earth and pine, the aftermath of an evening rain. The air was cool, almost crisp, carrying with it the faintest whisper of the forest beyond.It was the kind of quiet I had only ever known in Shadow Moon—deep and unbroken, the kind that settled into your bones. But here, in Blue Cross Pack territory, it felt different. Fragile. Like it could shatter if I breathed too loudly.I turned my head slightly, taking in the room around us. The bed was small, the mattress lumpy beneath us, the sheets thin from

LAILA’S POVThe pack house shrank in the side mirror, its towering silhouette dissolving into the distance as the car carried us farther away. I kept my eyes on the mirror until the pack house grew too small to see—not even a shadow remained. Alex stood where we’d left him, hand raised in farewell. I didn’t look away until he vanished from sight.I sat back, folded my arms across my chest, and let out a quiet breath. My chest felt tight, like I’d left a part of me behind. Maybe I had.“Are you okay?” Jackson asked from the front seat. His voice was casual, but I knew he was watching me through the rearview mirror.I gave a soft shrug. “Yeah. Just… tired, I guess.”Karen reached over and squeezed my hand. “You were amazing back there. He needed you. You gave him the strength to stand.”I didn’t respond right away. My throat felt thick. I glanced at Karen, then out the window again. Trees blurred past as the sun climbed higher, spreading gold across the horizon—making everything look wa

KAREN’S POVThe warm water had barely stopped running when I felt Jackson tug at my wrist. I looked up from the sink just in time to see the playful grin tugging at his lips.“Hey, where are we going?” I laughed, drying my hands on the towel hanging by the counter.He didn’t slow down. “Home,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.I raised a brow. “You mean your house?”“Our house, Karen. Did you forget already?” he corrected without missing a beat, throwing me a look over his shoulder. “Now come on before Liam starts getting ideas.”Just as we reached the front door, Liam’s voice echoed behind us. “Easy there, Jackson! Go easy on my sister-in-law, will you?”Jackson glanced back, groaning in mock irritation. “Mind your business, nosy!” he called out, shooting his brother a glare that had no real heat in it.I couldn’t stop giggling as he scooped me up like I weighed nothing. “Jackson!” I squealed.“What?” he said, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he carried me across the yar

LAILA’S POVThe memory of Liam and Sarah’s flushed faces, their fingers brushing together like they were afraid to fully touch—yet unable to pull away—sent a slow, knowing smirk curling across my lips as I turned away. Honestly, those two were adorable—and way too easy to tease. But I was glad to see them like that again. With everything going on lately, it felt like none of us had time to just be… normal teenagers.Still, I wasn’t about to give them too much of a hard time. I knew what it felt like to want someone so badly and still have to pretend like everything was fine.As soon as I shut my bedroom door behind me, I let out a long breath and leaned against it.Safe. Alone. Finally.I kicked off my shoes, tugged my hair free from its braid, and padded barefoot across the room. The sunset was bleeding into the horizon through my window, washing the sky in warm shades of gold and crimson. For a second, I stood there and just stared.The house was full again. Karen was back. Jackson

KAREN’S POVJackson stood there in his Alpha jacket, sleeves rolled up, a bottle of water in one hand, a look of mild irritation on his face.“You didn’t answer my texts,” he said, closing the door behind him.I swallowed hard, my fingers twisting in the fabric of my sweater. “I—I went for a walk.”Liar.His nostrils flared slightly, scenting the air. He always knew when I wasn’t being completely honest. With slow, deliberate steps, he crossed the room and set the bottle down on the dresser. The sound of it hitting the wood made me flinch.His gaze raked over me, lingering on my face. “Are you really okay?” His voice softened, but the intensity in his eyes didn’t waver. “You looked pale this morning. I don’t like that you’re still brushing it off.”I forced a smile, small and fragile. “I’m fine. I promise.”Liar again.He exhaled through his nose, clearly unsatisfied, but instead of pressing further, he sank onto the bed beside me. His hands—warm, calloused, familiar—reached for my le