Todos os capítulos de Loved By The Lycan King : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

ALEX’S POVThe room felt like a prison—too small, too suffocating, the walls pressing in as I paced like a beast trapped in a cage. The wooden floor groaned under the weight of my boots, each creak a sharp echo of my fury. Outside, the sky was still a void of black, but dawn would bleed through soon. And still, no sign of Karen.Where the hell is she?My jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. I dragged a hand through my hair, gripping until the pain shot through my scalp. She was supposed to be here. Mine. Under my control, away from him—that bastard who thought he could steal what belonged to me. Alpha King or not, he had no fucking right to be near what’s mine.I stopped mid-step when I heard it—footsteps. Familiar, hesitant, coming down the hall toward my door.Finally, I thought to myself, a smile pulling at the corner of my lips.The knock came, soft. Too soft. Like the bastard already knew he was about to deliver bad news."Enter," I growled.The door creaked open, and there he sto

JACKSON’S POVThe soft drip-drip of water from Karen’s hair filled the quiet room as she towel-dried it, the scent of lavender soap clinging to her skin. I sifted through her small pile of clothes, wanting to pick something soft, something pretty for her to wear. But the moment my fingers brushed against the fabric, my chest tightened.Everything was worn.Faded colors, threads fraying at the edges, a sweater with a hole near the seam—stitched back together with clumsy, determined hands. My fingers curled around a thin cotton dress, the fabric so delicate it threatened to tear under my grip. The hem had been carefully mended, the stitches uneven but stubborn.This was all she had.A sharp ache cut through me, raw and furious. Karen had been treated like an afterthought in her old pack—given scraps, ignored, hurt. And yet, she’d survived. She was here, with me, still standing despite everything.“Are you sure it’s okay for you to be here right now? I mean, what if your parents are worr

JACKSON’S POVThe rest of the day slipped by rather slowly—like sunlight filtering through an autumn sky. Karen stayed by my side, her fingers occasionally brushing against mine, as if she needed the constant reassurance that this moment between us was real and not some dream she might be forced to wake up from.Every time someone called her sister or daughter, her eyes flickered with something fragile—wonder, disbelief, a quiet ache for all the years she’d been denied this. It made my chest tighten.Dinner was the usual chaos—plates clattering, voices overlapping, laughter ringing off the walls. Laila had returned from training without Sarah. I’m guessing she went home. Whatever happened earlier with her was still a mystery to me, but I sure as hell had every intention of finding out what went down with Laila. Much later, though. For the moment, I had to focus on dinner.Laila, ever the mischievous one, kept sneaking pieces of steak from Liam’s plate, her smirk sharp as a blade. He p

KAREN’S POVThe wooden banister glided beneath my fingertips, smooth and cool, as I followed Laila up the stairs. My heart hadn’t stopped its frantic rhythm since Jackson’s lips had last touched mine—since his hands had traced my skin like I was something precious.Laila moved ahead with a bounce in her step, turning her head back toward me with a mischievous grin. “Come on, don’t walk like you’re being led to a dungeon. Jackson’s room isn’t that messy.”I smiled softly, trying to hide how nervous I actually was. “I’m not worried about the mess.”She raised a brow. “Oh? Then what are you worried about? The bed creaking too loud?”My face flushed instantly. “Laila!”She just laughed and pushed open a door at the end of the hallway. “Here it is. Welcome to the Alpha’s den—surprisingly neat, thanks to Mom always nagging him about cleaning up.”The room smelled like him. The moment I stepped inside, it wrapped around me like a warm blanket. The space was simple: dark walls, heavy wooden f

HANNAH’S POVAs soon as I pulled the band out of my hair, it felt like the whole day finally let go of me. My dark curls fell loose over my shoulders, still smelling faintly of strawberry shampoo.I grabbed a cleansing wipe from the dresser, my fingers shaking just a little. The cool cloth felt good against my skin as I wiped my face clean—but it wasn’t just makeup I was scrubbing away. It was the heavy feeling in my chest that I’d been ignoring all day.Behind me, the bed creaked softly. Xavier was lying there, propped up on one elbow, the sheets barely covering his waist. Moonlight spilled over his bare chest, highlighting old scars and the hard muscle he’d earned from years of fighting. But his eyes… they weren’t here. They were somewhere far away, dark and troubled.With him, silence was never just silence. It was a warning.I turned on the stool, the wood groaning under me. “Time really flies, huh?” My voice came out softer than I meant, like I was afraid to break the quiet betwe