All Chapters of Loved By The Lycan King : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

LAILA’S POVTHREE YEARS LATER.My heart hammered against my ribs, each breath coming faster than the last. Three years. Three long, aching years of waiting, and now—here we were. My eighteenth birthday. Liam’s too, though he’d never admit how much this meant to him.The air in my room was thick with the scent of vanilla and roses, the golden glow of fairy lights casting soft shadows across the walls. Downstairs, music pulsed through the packhouse, the steady rhythm of drums and laughter drifting up like a promise.Karen’s fingers worked deftly through my hair, weaving strands into an intricate braid, while Sarah leaned in, dabbing a shimmering gloss over my lips. Every few seconds, my gaze flickered to my phone, lying face-up on the vanity.No messages.Sarah caught my reflection in the mirror and smirked. “If you check that thing one more time, I’m tossing it out the window.”I huffed, but my fingers twitched toward it anyway. “I’m not checking it. I’m just—”“—Waiting for a certain

LAILA’S POVThe next morning, sunlight spilled through the curtains, warm and golden, coaxing me awake. My head throbbed faintly—last night’s celebration had stretched into the early hours, the whole pack refusing to surrender to sleep. Music, laughter, and the occasional howl had echoed through the woods until dawn. Even Alex had stayed over, though Liam had made very sure he was tucked away in the guest room on the opposite side of the house.I groaned, rolling onto my back. The scent of coffee and sizzling bacon drifted up from the kitchen, mingling with the faint, lingering sweetness of last night’s bonfire. Coffee. Need coffee. My limbs felt heavy as I pushed myself up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.Then it hit me. Oh no… they’re all already here. A chorus of voices floated up the stairs—Mom’s bright laughter, Dad’s deep rumble, and, unmistakably, Alex’s quiet, steady tone blending right in. My stomach fluttered.I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face

KAREN'S POVThe moment I stepped through the front door later that evening after spending the whole day out for Laila's dress fitting and other arrangements, my body sagged with exhaustion. My feet throbbed from hours of walking, my shoulders weighed down by invisible anchors, and the dull ache behind my eyes threatened to bloom into a full headache.But then—the scent of garlic and slow-cooked beef curled into my senses, warm and rich, wrapping around me like an embrace. And just like that, the weariness dissolved.There he was—my mate, Jackson, standing at the stove, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he stirred a pot of something that made my stomach growl. The golden light from the overhead lamp caught the faint sheen of sweat on his brow, and the sight of him—so effortlessly domestic, so completely mine—sent a rush of warmth through my chest.I'm home.Beside him, perched on a high stool with his legs swinging wildly, was Xavier. Our little hu

LAILA’S POVThe final pin slid into my hair, and for a moment, I just stood there in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection that didn’t quite feel like me. The white gown flowed like liquid light around my feet, lace and silk whispering with each breath I took. My veil was lowered, softening the edges of everything, making the room feel hazy, dreamlike.And yet, my heart was a storm.A soft knock at the door broke me from my thoughts. Come in, I whispered, my voice almost trembling.The door creaked open, and there he was—my father. Alpha Xavier. My anchor. My first protector.His eyes roamed over me, and for a moment, he didn’t say a word. Then he exhaled, long and shaky. "You look like your mother did the day I married her."The lump in my throat grew instantly. "Dad…"He crossed the room slowly, as if each step was heavier than the last. When he reached me, his calloused hands—those same hands that had once taught me to walk, to fight, to be strong—lifted to fix the edge of

Laila’s POVThe reception felt like stepping into a dream. Golden lights dangled from the ceiling like starlight, tables draped in white linen shimmered with glittering runners, and roses bloomed in every corner. The air was thick with the perfume of flowers and the mouthwatering scent of roasted meat, bread, and honey-glazed vegetables. My stomach growled, though nerves kept me from eating more than a bite.At the long head table, I sat beside Alex, still marveling at the word wife echoing in my mind. Every time I stole a glance at him, he was already watching me, his boyish grin tugging as if he were thinking the same impossible thing.Is this real? Is this really ours?Logan swaggered over, of course, carrying two glasses of wine and wearing his signature smirk. He raised his glass high, his voice booming. “To the Alpha and Luna! May your bond be stronger than Alex’s poker face—though that bar is low.”The hall erupted with laughter. Alex groaned, rubbing his face. “Really, Logan?”