All Chapters of Loved By The Lycan King : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

LAILA’S POVThe echoes of laughter and music from the reception still lingered in my head, faint as a ghost, even after we slipped into the quiet of our private suite. The room was warm with candlelight, shadows dancing across the walls while rose petals lay scattered like soft whispers over the bed.It looked almost unreal, as though I had stepped into a dream spun just for me. My heart beat faster, not from nerves but from the weight of knowing this was ours—our beginning.Alex pulled me against him, his arms strong and grounding, wrapping around me like he never intended to let go. His breath brushed my hair, his voice low and rough, carrying a note that made my skin tingle. “Finally,” he murmured, as if the word carried years of waiting. “You’re mine, Laila. My mate, my wife, my Luna.”I smiled against his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothe me. His scent—warm cedar and something uniquely him—filled my lungs and wrapped around me like a cloak. “I’ve always bee

ALEX’S POVThe second my lips crashed against hers, the world just… broke apart. The hiss of the shower turned distant, almost hollow, like it belonged to another place. The sting of steam on my skin, the slick tile digging into my palms—it all blurred. All I felt was her.Laila’s gasp spilled into my mouth, sharp and startled, but it twisted fast into something else—need. She clung harder, fingers clawing at my shoulders like she wanted to anchor herself, or maybe drag me under with her. Nails dug in, and that sharp bite of pain made me shiver in a way I’d never admit out loud.My hands slid down her waist, skin slick and warm, impossibly soft beneath my palms. God, she felt like silk wrapped in fire. One motion—just one—and I lifted her. She came to me without a flicker of hesitation, legs locking around my hips like she’d been waiting for me to do exactly that. That trust—it hit deeper than the heat, deeper than the steam smothering the room.Her breath shook against my lips, fragi

Laila’s POVThe goodbyes kept coming, each one tearing another piece of me away. By the time Alex guided me outside toward the waiting car, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I turned one last time, desperate to burn every detail into my memory—Mama’s tears, Papa’s arm wrapped firmly around her, Liam with his stubborn smirk faltering, Jackson holding up little Xavier’s tiny hand in a wave, Sarah clinging to Liam’s shirt as she sobbed.When the car started rolling, I pressed my palm against the glass like I could still touch them. But they grew smaller and smaller until my vision blurred and all I could do was bury my face into Alex’s chest. His shirt dampened quickly with my tears.“It’s so hard to leave them,” I whispered, voice raw.His lips pressed into my hair, warm, steady. “I know, my love. But you’re not losing them—you’re carrying them with you.” His hand rested over my heart. “And Blue Cross is waiting to welcome you. They already love you.”The ache eased, just a little, with hi

LIAM’S POVThree months had slipped by, but the air itself seemed changed—lighter, as though the ghosts of battles and old wounds had finally loosened their grip on me. The heaviness I used to carry in my chest wasn’t gone completely, but it no longer ruled me. Something else had taken its place—something alive, like sunlight creeping into a room after a long storm. Today, that light gleamed on Sarah’s finger in the form of a small, breathtaking ring.Our engagement hadn’t been a spectacle. No grand ballroom, no endless toasts, no dramatic show to prove the Alpha’s son knew how to throw a party. Just us, our families, and a vow that meant more than anything glittering chandeliers or expensive wine ever could. Quiet. Intimate. Real.Jackson and Karen already had little Xavier clinging to their legs, their lives settled and steady like roots sunk deep into the earth. But Sarah and I… we were chasing something else. College. Together. Even now, the word felt strange on my tongue, like it

HANNAH’S POVThe house breathed again. Not just standing there with its beams and bricks and creaky bones—it actually felt alive, like it had a pulse. Voices ricocheted off the walls, footsteps overlapped in a kind of messy harmony, laughter rolled from one room to another until it wrapped around me like a blanket. The air itself smelled like home: roasted herbs, warm bread fresh out of the oven, and somewhere behind it all, the buttery sweetness of apple pie cooling on the counter. My kitchen had missed this chaos. So had I.For years it was just Xavier and me—quiet mornings, quiet nights, and little Xavier’s chatter filling in the spaces. That was enough then, it had to be. But today… today my chest ached in that deep, expanding way, like my heart was trying to stretch wider than it had in years.“Grandma Hannah!”Ethan’s voice hit me first—sharp, high, bubbling over with energy—before I even spotted him. A flash of messy hair and skinny arms, and then he was thundering across the l