Lahat ng Kabanata ng Loved By The Lycan King : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

KAREN’S POVThe silence after Alex left was deafening—thick, suffocating, pressing against my eardrums like a living thing. The sharp click of the door locking behind him echoed in my skull, each reverberation a cruel reminder of how trapped I was.I pressed my back harder into the cold stone wall, the rough surface biting into my skin even through my clothes. My knees were pulled tight against my chest, arms wrapped around them like a shield. As if I could protect myself from what was coming.Thud. Thud. Thud.His footsteps faded down the hall, slow and deliberate, like he wanted me to hear him leave. Wanted me to know I was alone.And then—nothing.Just the sound of my own ragged breathing, too loud in the suffocating quiet. I lifted my head, eyes scanning the room again. Four walls. One door. No windows. No escape. The dim light from the flickering bulb overhead cast long, jagged shadows, stretching like claws across the floor.What does his father want with me?The thought slither

KAREN’S POVThe second Alpha Grayson’s voice cut through the darkness, my blood turned to ice in my veins.No. No no no—He stood silhouetted in the moonlight, his massive frame blocking our escape path. But he wasn’t alone. From the shadows beside him, Alex materialized like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. His face was blank, empty—like he was just waiting for orders.Then I saw the third figure step forward.Noah.My stomach dropped straight to my feet.Please, please not him."Please," I begged, my voice cracking as I shoved Salma behind me. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely keep them raised. "Just let us go. Whatever you want—money, information, anything—I’ll give it to you. Just don’t—"Grayson’s laugh was like gravel in a steel drum. "Let you go?" His obsidian eyes gleamed under the moonlight, completely unmoved by my terror. "Karen, darling, we’re just getting started. How could I possibly let you leave now?"Salma’s fingers dug into my wrist hard enough to bru

JACKSON’S POVI couldn’t sit at that table a second longer. The weight in my chest had grown unbearable—like something primal clawing at the inside of my ribs, desperate to break free. I stood abruptly, muttering something about needing air, and walked out the back door before anyone could stop me.The night was quiet, but I wasn’t. My wolf paced under my skin like a caged beast, restless and enraged. He was done waiting. Done holding back. He wanted her—and every second she remained away from us, his fury grew louder.She should be here. With me. Not trapped in that hellhole.I stepped into the woods, stripping off my shirt and tossing it aside. Boots crunched over leaves and twigs as I made my way deeper into the forest. And then I let go.The shift came fast, wild—bones cracking and reforming as fur replaced skin and paws met earth. My wolf let out a long, guttural growl before taking off into the night like a silver bullet loosed from a gun.He ran hard—faster than I ever had as a

LAILA’S POVThe woods were too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet—the kind that makes your skin crawl, like the whole forest was holding its breath. No birds chirping. No squirrels rustling leaves. Just… nothing. Like even the animals knew to stay the hell away from this place.I pressed my back against an old oak tree, the bark digging into my shoulders through my thin shirt. My heart was doing a damn tap dance in my chest—thump-thump-thump—so loud I swore the guards patrolling ahead could hear it.Get it together, Laila. Breathe.I squeezed my eyes shut for half a second, nails biting into my palms. The smell hit me again—wet dirt, rotting leaves, and underneath it… her. Karen’s scent was faint, like someone had dabbed a drop of perfume in a sewer, but it was there. Honey and wildflowers, just like Jackson had always described it.You’re close. Keep moving.I’d been tracking her since midnight, moving like a ghost. Step when the wind howled. Freeze when it died. My boots were soa

KAREN’S POVThe air in the dimly lit room was thick with the scent of damp earth and burning herbs—the kind that clung to the back of my throat like smoke. Alpha Grayson loomed before me, his shadow stretching across the stone floor, swallowing the flickering torchlight.His lips curled into a slow, predatory smile, revealing teeth that seemed too sharp, too eager. "Use your blood," he murmured, his voice like gravel dragged over ice. "To complete the potion. With your blood, Karen, I will gain immortality."The moment the words left his mouth, my heart stuttered. A cold, creeping dread slithered down my spine, turning my limbs to lead. My blood—my blood—was the key to his twisted ritual.I swallowed hard, forcing steel into my voice. "Over my dead body." My fingers curled into fists, nails biting into my palms. "You want immortality? Then go to hell and take your dark magic with you."For a heartbeat, he said nothing—just stared at me in silence. Then—His expression twisted, a grote