Todos los capítulos de Loved By The Lycan King : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

KAREN’S POVThe past few days had blurred together in a haze of restless energy. Work had become my refuge, my only distraction—anything to keep my mind from circling back to him. Jackson Bonnet. His name echoed in my thoughts like a song stuck on replay, lingering no matter how hard I tried to shake it.I buried myself in research, healing routines, cataloging herbs—anything to keep my hands busy and my mind occupied. But even the sharp scent of medicinal plants couldn’t drown out the memory of his presence. The way his voice curled around my name. The way his gaze burned into me, like he could see past every wall I’d ever built.And yet… he hadn’t come. Not once did he stop by to see me. The only visitor had been his father, Alpha Xavier—a man whose kindness was as steady as his presence. He’d stop by, offer help, ask if I needed anything. His warmth was like a blanket, unlike the son who haunted my thoughts.Was Jackson like him? The question gnawed at me.The less I saw of Jackson,

Karen’s POVI nodded slowly, unsure I could even speak yet. The lump in my throat was thick, but I forced the words out when we returned to my office. “Thank you… for defending me. But are you not going to ask me if I poisoned the food in the kitchen or not?”Jackson leaned casually into my space, his eyes not leaving mine. “I don’t need to ask to know you didn’t harm anyone, Karen. But I’m going to need your help getting to the bottom of this mess.”His faith in me was staggering. Humbling, even—and it took everything within me not to give in to my wolf’s giddy request and wrap my arms around his neck in a hug. Instead, I swallowed hard and looked up into his charming blue eyes.“I’ll try my best,” I told him, and he nodded.“We’ll help however we can,” Laila said immediately, stepping forward. “Right, Liam?”Liam grinned. “Of course.”I blinked, overwhelmed by their support. Thank you. I need to examine one of the victims to understand what’s going on.Jackson and Liam exchanged a l

JACKSON’S POVThe night air was cold against my skin as I walked back from Karen’s quarters, the weight of the day pressing down on my shoulders. I lingered just a second longer outside her door, listening—making sure the lock clicked, making sure she was safe—before I turned and forced my feet to keep moving.The scent of beetroot and herbs clung to the wind, but beneath it, I could still smell her—floral and something sweet, like vanilla.She’s exhausted back there, but she kept pushing forward. The thought twisted in my chest. She was working herself raw trying to figure out this sickness, and I could do nothing but watch, helpless.When I finally stepped into the pack house, warmth wrapped around me like an embrace. The dining hall was alive with the rich, savory aroma of our mother cooking.I slipped up to my room, quickly showered, and changed into something fresh before heading back down to find the rest already seated. We all sat around the long dining table, plates full, the

KAREN’S POVThe late morning sun streamed through the windows of my small office as I leaned over the microscope, squinting at the water sample I’d collected the night before. My notes were already scattered across the table—a mixture of herbal reactions, symptoms, and possible causes.I’d ruled out the food the moment I detected wolf bane in the water, and now the water was the prime suspect. I just needed more proof—solid, irrefutable proof.I was still working when the door creaked open behind me, and I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Laila’s familiar lavender scent drifted in first, followed by a second, slightly colder one that instantly set my nerves on edge.“Karen,” Laila called brightly, “how’s the cure coming along?”I glanced back at her, wiping my hands on my apron. “It’s… coming along. I’ve narrowed it down to something in the water supply—wolf bane—but I’m running a few more tests to be sure.”“That’s amazing,” Laila said, moving closer to peek at the herbs sprea

ALEX’S POVI sat at the dining table, forcing down bites of food that tasted like ash in my mouth. Across from me, Noah—my perfect little brother—chewed slowly, his expression unreadable. My Beta, Logan, kept his eyes on his plate, wisely staying out of the storm brewing inside me.Then he walked in.Alpha Grayson. My father.The air turned sour, heavy with unspoken expectations, with disappointment already carved into the lines of his face as he glared at me. He didn’t sit. He claimed his place at the head of the table like a king surveying lesser subjects.Welcome, father, I managed, echoing the others.His cold eyes locked onto me. "What’s the progress on finding that omega girl, Karen?" His voice sharpened. "It’s been weeks, Alex. I expected results by now."I swallowed, my throat tight. Here we go again."I’ve made progress, Father," I said, steady. "The witches are helping. It’s only a matter of time before Karen is back where she belongs."For a second—just a second—I let mysel