Lahat ng Kabanata ng Loved By The Lycan King : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

ALEX’S POVThe moment I stepped into the hall, something felt off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The packhouse, usually filled with the scent of my father’s plans and the faint, tangy undertones of the magic he so often used, felt unnaturally quiet.I paused in front of Karen’s room, my hand tightening around the doorframe.The guards should’ve been there, watching over her. But the hallway was eerily empty.I cursed under my breath. I’d left them specifically for this—so she wouldn’t try anything stupid. So she wouldn’t think she could escape.I reached for the door, pushing it open with force, only to find the room empty. The bed, untouched. The window, wide open.My heart dropped into my stomach, my chest tightening in an instant.No. No, no, no.I stormed into the room, fists clenched. My wolf was howling in panic, the urgency in his voice echoing in my head. She’s gone.“Damn it,” I muttered, turning and slamming my fist into the w

KAREN’S POVMy heart pounded in my chest as the blaring alarm echoed through the pack house, cutting through the night like a knife. I knew that sound wasn’t meant for me—it was bigger, louder. A full-scale alert. Something was terribly wrong.Laila. Her name tore through my mouth as panic surged through me like a tidal wave. She was still inside. My brave, reckless, selfless Laila, who had come all this way alone just to help me escape.My stomach twisted painfully as a memory of Salma’s lifeless body flashed before my eyes. What if Grayson got to her too? What if… what if she was already—No! I forced the thought out of my head. Laila was strong. She was fast. She had the blood of an Alpha and a warrior’s heart. She had to be okay. She had to.I crouched in the brush, hidden in the shadows like she had taught me, watching the chaos unfold. The scent of fear was thick in the air. I could hear voices shouting, footsteps thundering through the compound. Then, the pack house door burst

JACKSON’S POVThe forest swallowed us whole as we moved—silent, swift, shadows among shadows. Every breath I drew was sharp, controlled, but my heart… my heart was a drumbeat of desperation, each thud louder than the last.Laila. Just hold on. Please.The warriors flanked me, Lycans and wolves alike, their rage a living thing, pulsing in the air. We slipped past their security like ghosts, undetected, fanning out toward the eastern wing—where the scout had last seen her. But by the time we breached the perimeter and descended into the dungeons beneath the pack house, Laila was gone.We tore through cell doors, ripped off chains, but every cage was empty. No sign of her. Not even a trace of her scent. It was like she had vanished into thin air.My heart sank. If she wasn’t here, then where was she? What had they done to her? A growl erupted deep in my throat as I paced the place. Now is not the time to panic. We have to make a decision fast.We couldn’t leave without Laila—not tonight.

ALEX’S POVThe moment I stepped into the Alpha’s chamber, the air itself seemed to recoil—thick with the metallic tang of blood and the suffocating weight of my father’s rage.Alpha Grayson sat like a storm in human flesh, his massive frame hunched over his desk, fingers curled into claws against the wood. Blood smeared across his collar and knuckles—no doubt from the interrogation of some poor bastard who had failed him tonight. He looked ready to kill, and for a brief second, I wondered if he might just go for me.Still, I bowed. You summoned me, Father.He rose from his chair, fury blazing in his eyes. “How dare you,” he snarled. “How dare you let those Shadow Moon filth invade my pack, make a mess of my guards—and worse, allow that girl to escape under our noses!”I kept my expression unreadable, but the sting of his accusation lanced straight through my chest.“I take full responsibility,” I said smoothly, despite the storm churning in my gut. “Our perimeter was compromised. I’ll

LAILA’S POVThe silence between us was almost suffocating. The scent of warm bread and roasted meat curled into the air, teasing my empty stomach, but I refused to look at it. Refused to acknowledge him.Alex—who was supposed to be my enemy and captor—stood in front of me with a plate of food, his dark eyes unreadable. The dim light of the room caught the sharp angles of his face, shadows clinging to the tension in his jaw.Why is he doing this?"I thought you might be hungry." His voice was low, rough—like gravel dragged over stone.I clenched my fists in my lap, nails biting into my palms. Don’t answer. Don’t give him anything.But my body betrayed me. My stomach twisted painfully, a quiet growl slipping out before I could stop it. Heat rushed to my cheeks. Damn it.Alex didn’t smirk. Didn’t mock me. Instead, he did something worse—something that made my chest tighten. He tore off a piece of bread and ate it. Then took a slow sip of water, his eyes never leaving mine.See? his silen