Lahat ng Kabanata ng Loved By The Lycan King : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 88

JACKSON’S POVThe sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic burned my nostrils the moment I pushed through the medical wing doors. It was too quiet—the kind of suffocating silence that made my skin crawl, like the air itself was holding its breath, waiting for disaster.My boots were heavy against the tiled floor, my heart even heavier. I hadn’t rested, not even for a second. I couldn’t. Not when Liam was fighting for his life. Not when Laila was still missing. Not when I had failed them both.I rounded the corner to Liam’s room, and there she was—my mother—curled over the edge of his bed, her hand wrapped tightly around his. Her voice was soft, broken, muttering, “Please don’t die… please.”I froze at the door.Liam looked pale, too pale, almost as if all the color had been drained from his face. Wires and tubes surrounded him, beeping machines tracking the faintest flicker of life left in him. My baby brother. My best friend.This shouldn’t have happened. If I’d just moved faster… if I had

KAREN’S POVI slipped out of bed, my bare feet silent against the cool wooden floor. The moment my arms circled his waist, pressing against the heat of his skin, he didn’t startle. Instead, his hand came up, fingers threading through mine, pressing my palm flat against his chest.Thump-thump. Thump-thump.His heart was racing.“I thought I’d never see you again,” I whispered, my voice breaking. The words were raw, scraped from the deepest part of me. “When I was there… all I could think about was you. What it would feel like to touch you one last time. To say goodbye—”He turned so fast I barely registered the movement. His hands cradled my face, his thumbs brushing away tears I hadn’t realized had fallen. His eyes—dark, intense, terrified—searched mine.“Don’t.” His voice was rough, like gravel. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever think it.” His grip tightened, just enough to make me feel the desperation in his touch. “Promise me, Karen. No matter what happens… you won’t leave my side again.

JACKSON’S POVThe moment Liam’s eyes fluttered open, the room erupted in a wave of pure, unfiltered joy—like sunlight bursting through storm clouds, warm and golden, washing away the fear that had clung to us for days.He’s awake. He’s really awake.A choked laugh escaped me as I gripped his hand, my fingers trembling. "Liam—" His name was all I could manage before emotion clogged my throat.Our parents rushed forward, their faces streaked with tears, their laughter mingling with mine. Mom cupped Liam’s face, her voice breaking. "Oh, my baby…"Liam grinned weakly, his voice hoarse but alive—so alive. "Did I miss anything?"I let out a shaky breath, ruffling his hair. "Just a few days of us losing our minds worrying about you, idiot."The air smelled like antiseptic and salt—tears, relief, the lingering fear finally dissolving. For the first time in days, I could breathe.Then Liam’s eyes flickered past me, searching. "Where’s Karen?" His voice softened, grateful. "I need to thank her.

LIAM’S POVThe clinic had released me a day ago, but freedom didn’t taste as sweet as it should have. My body was healing—muscles knitting back together, bones no longer screaming with every step—but my mind? That was another story. Every breath I took felt like a betrayal.Laila was still gone. And it was my fault. If only I had been strong and fast enough to block that blow from Noah. One single mistake almost cost me my life, and now? Now, my other half is still out there. Under what condition, I have no idea—and that makes it even worse.I trudged up the stairs to my room, each step heavier than the last. Not from pain, not from exhaustion, but from the weight of failure pressing down on my chest. The air smelled faintly of fresh sheets and old books, the pack house creaking softly around me like it, too, was sighing in disappointment.We could’ve gone after her. We should have. But I’d been useless. Broken.A sharp voice sliced through my thoughts. "I heard you got your butt kick