All Chapters of Loved By The Lycan King : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JACKSON’S POVThe second Karen walked out, the room felt too small. I couldn’t breathe right. My feet started moving before my brain caught up, pacing like a trapped animal, my boots scraping against the old wood floors. The door hadn’t fully closed—a thin line of light from the hallway cut through the dark.Maybe she’ll come back when she cools off. But it was a dumb thought because she never did. I stood there and watched her storm away, thinking, Maybe she’d turn around, burst back in, and tell me she found another way. That she didn’t have to go back to him.Alex.Just his name lit a fire in my blood. My hands clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. I could still see the way he looked at her at the border—like she was his to take back. Like he still owned her.Not while I’m breathing.But then, my father. The strongest man I knew. The one who’d led us through every fight without flinching. Now? His hands shook when no one was looking. His voice cracked when Silas’ name came

SILAS’S POVThe other day, I watched Laila celebrate like she’d just slain a god. Her laughter rang through the training grounds, sharp and bright, her chest heaving from exertion, sweat glistening on her skin like victory itself. She raised her fists in triumph, grinning at the others as if she’d done the impossible—as if she’d truly beaten me.Oh, little wolf. If only you knew. I grinned to myself. I could have shattered her. One twist of my wrist, one shift of my weight, and I would’ve had her on her knees, gasping, her pride crushed beneath my boot. But I didn’t—not because I couldn’t, but because this was just the beginning.Let them all believe what they wanted—that I was the long-lost brother, humbled by exile, softened by time, maybe even sorry. Let Xavier stroll around like he still held the world in his palms, his pack surrounding him like loyal little stars. Let them grow comfortable. Let them forget what I was really capable of.Let them think the wolf is tame.The morning

JACKSON’S POVI wiped sweat from my forehead, still breathing hard from sparring with Laila. She grinned and punched my shoulder."Almost had me that time, brother."Before I could respond, a sharp snap stung my arm. Liam stood there grinning, holding a rolled-up towel."Maybe fight like an Alpha next time instead of a clumsy pup," he teased.Our parents chuckled nearby. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. "You’ve been spending too much time with Uncle Luke. His bad attitude’s rubbing off on you."Laila flipped her braid over her shoulder. "Or maybe you’re just getting slow." She sauntered off, leaving me shaking my head.That’s when I saw Karen.My smile died instantly.She stood rigid, arms wrapped tight around herself. When our eyes met, she quickly looked away.Something’s wrong.I crossed the yard in three strides. "Karen," I said quietly. "What happened?""Nothing," she said too fast, gripping her elbows tighter.But I knew better. I could smell it—fear, distress… and an

It had been three days.Three painfully long days where every second felt like it dragged me deeper into helplessness. I couldn’t just sit around doing nothing—not while the people I loved were falling apart. Not when the answer might be hidden somewhere in the past I’d tried so hard to escape.Jackson wouldn’t approve. I already knew that. He’d never let me walk into danger, not willingly. He loved me too much. But this wasn’t about me anymore. It was about his father—about saving a man who had always put his family and pack first. A man who didn’t have much time left.So I made up my mind.That morning, I kissed Jackson goodbye like everything was fine, like I was just heading to my office to sort through some work. The truth? I was trying to throw him off my trail. I needed him not to worry, not to ask questions.Once the sun started setting, I doubled back to our room and packed a small bag—just the basics. No note. No goodbye. If he found out what I was planning, he’d try to stop

JACKSON’S POVSomething was wrong.I’d been staring at the same damn patrol report for ten minutes when the feeling hit me—that twisting in my gut, the one that always comes right before shit hits the fan. My pen snapped between my fingers.Where’s Karen?The house was too quiet. Normally, by now, she’d have brought me coffee or at least poked her head in to ask when I’d be done. But nothing. Just this… silence.I was out of my chair before I realized I’d moved. Our bedroom door creaked when I shoved it open.“Karen?”It was empty.The bed was made too neatly—the way she only does when she’s anxious. My chest tightened as I checked the bathroom. Still empty. The closet—half her clothes gone.No. No no no.My hands shook as I pulled out my phone. Straight to voicemail. Of course. That’s when the fear turned to anger. Hot, bitter anger that burned my throat.She promised. She fucking promised she wouldn’t do this.I was moving before I could think, storming out of the house like a man p