Semua Bab Loved By The Lycan King : Bab 21 - Bab 30

JACKSON’S POVI’d been watching her. Not in the way a hunter tracks prey—no, this was softer, quieter. Like the way a mother watches her newborn infant sleeping in their crib.Karen had been the light in this place. The cure had worked, and with it, hope had seeped back into the pack. But now? Now, something was wrong. Not with the people—with her.At first, it was just flickers. A smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, like she was painting it on for show. The way her fingers would pause mid-motion, hovering over a patient’s chart as if she’d forgotten what she was doing. The way she’d stare at nothing, lips slightly parted, like she was listening to a voice only she could hear.And then, today, I saw it—clear as day.She flinched when I touched her arm. She barely looked me in the eye. That warmth I was starting to count on, the way she relaxed around me—it was gone.“Karen,” I said, catching her just outside the clinic door. “Are you okay?”She stiffened, not meeting my gaze. “I’m

KAREN’S POVI was still battling with my feelings when the first wave of my heat crashed into me like a wildfire—sudden and all-consuming. My skin burned, feverish and slick with sweat, every nerve ending alive with a desperate, aching need.My muscles trembled—not from exhaustion, but from the sheer effort of not collapsing, not giving in. No. Not now. Not like this. My nails dug into my palms, the sharp sting of pain a fleeting distraction from the storm inside me. But my wolf was already pacing beneath my skin, restless, wild, her instincts clawing at my control like a caged beast.And Jackson—oh gods, Jackson—was the last person I could face in this state.Yet fate had a cruel sense of humor. That same evening, his parents had invited me to dinner—a gesture of gratitude for healing their sick pack members. The irony was almost laughable. Here I was, barely holding myself together, expected to sit through a meal as if my body wasn’t screaming for release, as if my blood wasn’t molt

JACKSON’S POVShe ran. Again.Every damn time I reached for her, she flinched away like my touch burned. But this—this was worse. The scent of her heat clung to the air, thick and intoxicating, wrapping around my lungs like a noose.She should have been trembling for me, begging for me. Instead, she was running. And then she had the nerve to throw his name in my face.Alex.The name slithered through my skull, venomous. Who the hell was he? Some past lover? A mate? The thought sent a violent pulse of heat through my veins. My claws dug into my palms, the sharp sting doing nothing to dull the fire in my chest.Too many questions. No answers.A snarl ripped from my throat as I kicked a rotted log, splintering it into jagged pieces. The frustration was a living thing inside me, gnawing at my ribs, demanding release. Karen was the only one who could give me the truth—but she was too busy running.Yet, even through the fury, instinct roared louder. She was vulnerable. Exposed.An unmated s

LAILA’S POVThe air shifts when Karen enters the room.It’s subtle—a quiet disturbance, like the hush before a storm. She moves differently now, shoulders hunched, eyes darting but never landing. That fire she used to carry, the one that made her stand tall even when the world tried to break her? Gone. Snuffed out.And Jackson? God, my brother is worse.He’s always been steady—unshakable, like stone. But now? Now, he’s snapping at people for no reason, pacing around like he’s ready to explode. He used to be calm, in control. Now? He’s restless. Unsettled. And I know it’s because of her.I don’t know what’s going on between them, but I know something is. You don’t look at someone the way my brother looks at Karen unless you really care. And whatever’s happening now, it’s hurting him.The night I found Karen outside, stumbling and barely able to stand, I didn’t ask questions. I just got her inside, helped her to bed, gave her some water. She looked… broken. And that scared me more than

Karen’s POVBefore I could react, he pulled me into his chest, holding me tightly. For a brief moment, I wanted to resist, to fight him off, but in his arms, I felt safe. I felt the pull toward Alex warring with Jackson’s arms around me. All I could focus on was Jackson’s warmth, his breath against my skin, and the way his presence seemed to surround me, making everything else fade away.He lowered his head, and before I could protest, his lips crashed against mine. It wasn’t soft or gentle; it wasn’t a comforting kiss. It was fierce and desperate, as if he were trying to anchor me to him, to drag me away from whatever spell had been cast over me.I tried to push him away, but my body didn’t listen. My hands clung to his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if I were the one giving in. His tongue swept over my lips, and I opened to him without thinking. The moment our mouths met fully, it was like a floodgate opened. All the pent-up feelings, confusion, and frustration poured out. It was