When My Mate Chose Another, the Lycan King Chose Me의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Natasha’s POVThe next morning, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at a face I almost didn’t recognize. The glass reflected a woman who looked composed, calm even, but I knew the storm churning beneath my skin. My eyes were restless, shifting too much, betraying the unease that no amount of careful posture could hide. My hands gripped the edges of the vanity as though the cold wood could anchor me, and my lips pressed together, trembling faintly every time I exhaled.Can I really do this? The question had circled my mind from the moment I opened my eyes, sitting there like an uninvited guest that refused to leave. It whispered through every thought, every breath, clawing at me with doubt. I thought of what Lucien had said the day before—his steady voice, his piercing gaze, the way his words had left me unsettled but strangely determined. Train me. He had offered to train me. To give me something I had once asked for, something I thought I wanted, though I hadn’t weighed the cost.

Natasha’s POVThe air in Lucien’s room was heavy, thick with the weight of his scent—cedar and musk, a heady mixture that clung to every surface and wove itself into my senses, making it hard to think straight. My heart pounded, a frantic rhythm against my ribcage, as I sat on the edge of his bed, my hands gripping the burgundy sheets as though they could tether me to reality. The moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting silver streaks across the room, illuminating the sharp lines of his silhouette where he stood at the foot of the bed. His presence was overwhelming, a force that seemed to pull the very air toward him, leaving me breathless. His shirtless torso gleamed faintly in the dim light, the contours of muscle and shadow drawing my gaze despite my best efforts to focus on the words I needed to say.My questions hung in the air for a couple of seconds without getting a reaction from him.His expression didn’t shift, but I saw the faintest tightening of his jaw, the

Natasha’s POVThe air inside Lucien’s room felt different now. Softer. Quieter. Like the whole world had taken a step back and left just the two of us here, suspended in this fragile moment that didn’t feel entirely real. His lips lingered on mine, slow, steady, as if he wanted to taste every second of it. My hands stayed on his shoulders, my fingers curling into his warmth, needing to hold onto something solid. Beneath the surface calm of his touch was strength—undeniable, steady—and it made my heart race even harder, a wild hammering I couldn’t calm.It wasn’t nerves anymore. No, this was something else—something brighter, alive, rushing through my veins like fire. My wolf stirred inside me, restless, almost dancing with joy. She had been waiting for this, waiting for him, for the moment the King wouldn’t just act out of duty but would finally choose us.Lucien pulled back just a fraction, enough for his forehead to rest against mine. His breath came uneven, brushing against my lip

Lucien’s POVThe morning light crept through the heavy curtains, soft and pale, casting a gentle glow across the room. For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to climb out of bed, didn’t want to face the world waiting outside these walls.Natasha was curled beside me, her body tucked against mine, her breathing slow and even, like she was still lost in some peaceful dream. She looked like an angel, her dark hair spilling across the pillow, her face smooth and calm, softened by sleep.The sight of her made something warm and heavy settle in my chest, a feeling I hadn’t let myself linger on for years. She was beautiful—always had been—but this morning, with the quiet of dawn wrapping around us, she looked almost otherworldly, like something too perfect to belong to the mess of my life.She must have been exhausted from last night. The thought brought a faint smile to my lips, a flicker of pride mixing with the warmth spreading through me. It had

Natasha’s POVThe water fell in steady streams, sliding over my skin, running down my shoulders and pooling at my feet before swirling into the drain. The sound filled the bathroom, echoing softly against the tiled walls, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the rush of thoughts in my head. I pressed my palm flat against the cool wall, closing my eyes, letting the heat of the shower wrap around me like a cocoon. It had been three days, yet every time I let my mind drift, I found myself right back in that moment, reliving it all.That night.The night he marked me.My breath caught, even now, as the memory washed over me. The look in Lucien’s eyes, the way his touch had burned and soothed at the same time, the low rumble of his voice when he whispered my name—it all felt as though it had been carved into my soul. And when his teeth sank into the curve of my neck, when that fire spread through me, sealing what words never could, I knew nothing would ever undo it.I lifted my hand slowly, my fi