Loved By The Lycan King 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 191 - 챕터 200

JACKSON’S POVSleep wouldn’t come.The weight of the day pressed against my ribs, my heartbeat still uneven, still trying to settle into this new reality. Karen lay curled against me, her body warm and soft, her breathing slow and steady. Her head fit perfectly beneath my chin, as if she had been carved to rest there—and she was. She was mine. My mate. My Luna. And now…My hand slid over her stomach, fingers splaying protectively over the faintest curve. Still flat. Still early. But inside her, beneath my palm, was everything. My future. My legacy. My pup.A shuddering breath escaped me. I’m going to be a father.The thought didn’t feel real. And yet, it was the most real thing I’d ever known. It wasn’t just news—it was a shift in the earth beneath me, a reshaping of who I was, who I would be. A truth that rewrote my bones.A quiet laugh rumbled in my chest as I thought of Laila and Liam. My wild, reckless little sister and my stubborn, too-serious brother. They had no idea they were

LAILA’S POVMy heart was racing so fast I could barely feel my feet touching the ground as I hurried back to my room. The moment Karen’s words had sunk in—We’re having a baby—my entire world tilted, shifted, and then exploded into a kaleidoscope of joy. Me. An aunt. Auntie Laila.The title played on loop in my mind, each repetition making my chest swell with giddy, almost disbelieving happiness. I could already picture it—tiny fingers wrapped around mine, a little voice calling my name, teaching them how to throw a punch before they could even tie their shoes.I kicked off my sneakers, letting them skid across the floor, and threw myself onto the bed with a breathless laugh. My fingers trembled as I grabbed my phone, dialing Alex before I could even think. The screen lit up almost instantly, his face appearing with that familiar, heart-stopping smile."Hey, baby girl," he said, his voice warm like sunlight after a storm.I couldn’t stop the grin splitting my face. "Guess what?" I blur

KAREN’S POVNine months. Nine breathtaking, overwhelming, heart-stretching months.I blinked, and suddenly, my belly was round and firm, my feet swollen, my back aching. The world had shifted around me in quiet, imperceptible ways—until now, when I could no longer see my toes without bending forward, when Jackson’s hands lingered protectively over my stomach every night, when every kick from our little one sent a thrill through my chest.We had chosen not to know the gender. A surprise, we called it—a moment we wanted to experience raw and unfiltered, just the two of us, breathless and waiting. Laila and Sarah, of course, had other ideas."It’s a girl," Sarah declared for what felt like the hundredth time, sprawled across our couch with a bowl of popcorn in her lap. "I can feel it. We need another princess in this pack—someone to balance out all this testosterone."Laila nodded eagerly, already scrolling through her phone. "Matching outfits. Sleepovers. Tiny little dresses. Oh, Karen,

JACKSON’S POVMy breath caught in my throat.There he was—my son. A tiny, squirming bundle of life, his little face scrunched up as he let out a piercing cry that echoed through the room. The sound should have been overwhelming, but instead, it wrapped around my heart like a promise. The nurse carefully placed him in Karen’s arms, and when she looked up at me—exhausted, sweaty, radiant—something inside me shattered and rebuilt itself in an instant.I’m a father.The realization hit me like a tidal wave. My vision blurred, my throat tightening as tears burned behind my eyes. I didn’t care. Leaning down, I pressed my lips to Karen’s forehead, her damp cheeks, her chapped lips—over and over, as if I could pour every ounce of my love into her through touch alone.“You did it,” I whispered, my voice rough. My fingers trembled as I brushed a stray curl from her face. “You’re incredible. So strong… God, I love you.”She smiled weakly, her lashes fluttering with exhaustion, but her eyes—those

KAREN’S POVThe first year with Xavier was a whirlwind—sleepless nights blurring into golden mornings, his tiny fingers curling around mine, his laughter like the sweetest melody I’d ever known. Every moment felt fragile, as if the universe had entrusted me with something too precious to hold.I still remember the day we brought him home from the clinic. Jackson carried him inside, cradling him so carefully, as if our son were made of glass. Xavier looked impossibly small in his father’s arms, his little face scrunched up against the unfamiliar air. This world is too big for you, I thought, my chest tightening. But we’ll make it safe.Those first nights were a haze of exhaustion and wonder. Jackson refused to let me shoulder the feedings alone. Even when I whispered, “You need rest too,” he’d just shake his head, his voice rough with sleep but firm. “If you’re up, I’m up. We’re in this together.” And in the dim glow of the nursery, with Xavier’s soft breaths between us, I fell in love