บททั้งหมดของ When My Mate Chose Another, the Lycan King Chose Me: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Natasha’s POVThe corridors of the palace felt endless as we walked side by side, though Lucien’s stride was longer, firmer, his presence beside me steady as stone. I had dressed in a hurry, barely able to think straight after the way he had left me in the shower. My skin still burned, my neck tingled where his lips had pressed, and my heart hadn’t slowed since. Now, as I followed him through hallways I didn’t recognize, my mind spun with questions I didn’t dare ask out loud.He hadn’t said where we were going. His only words had been an order—dress up, I want to show you something. And that alone had been enough to silence me, because the look in his eyes when he’d said it wasn’t something I could ignore.The palace had always felt like a maze to me, grand and overwhelming, with its tall archways and endless halls, but tonight was different. Lucien turned into a wing I had never stepped foot in, the air cooler here, quieter, as though few dared to come this way. The further we went,

Damon’s POVAshley always had this way of getting under my skin. It wasn’t the words themselves—though her lies dripped with enough poison to irritate anyone—it was the way she said them. Like she truly believed I’d swallow whatever half-truth she dressed up, like she thought batting her lashes and twisting her mouth into that smug little smirk would make me blind to the firestorm brewing underneath.She pissed me off. Every damn time.I closed the door behind me, letting the quiet click echo in my head as I walked down the corridor, shaking the scent of her off me. I hated how it lingered—cloying, desperate, nothing like the fire she wanted it to be. My jaw tightened as I strode faster, pushing through the doors that led out of the wing, the cold evening air biting my skin and cooling the heat that clung to me after leaving her bed.My car waited, sleek and black, a beast crouched in the shadows. I slid in, the leather sighing under my weight. The engine roared to life with one twist

Lucien’s POVThe night stretched quiet, only the soft hum of the wind slipping past the balcony doors and the steady thrum of her breathing beside me. The sheets carried her warmth, tangled between us, and for once, the palace walls felt like they weren’t watching, weren’t judging. Just her, and me, and silence.Natasha lay half across my chest, her skin pressed against mine, her fingers tracing slow patterns over my stomach as though she was memorizing me, piece by piece. Each stroke left a trail of heat, a calm that spread through me in waves I never found anywhere else. I had fought wars, killed men, stood in front of thousands without blinking, but the way her touch made my chest tighten… that was a battle I never knew how to win.Her voice came soft, barely more than a murmur, but the words landed heavy in me. “I heard what you did for my mom…” She paused, her fingers pausing just above my ribs, then drifting lower again. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I appreciate it more than I

Damon’s POVSleep never came.I lay in bed for hours, staring up at the ceiling, the dark pressing against me, but it wasn’t the shadows that kept me awake. It was her. That mark.The moment replayed in my head endlessly, over and over, until I thought I’d go mad. Natasha standing there in the training room, sweat glistening down her skin, her back turning just enough for me to see it. The mark, carved like fate itself had branded her.But the maid… she swore it wasn’t there. She told me outright, with that unshakable certainty in her voice, that Natasha didn’t have the mark. She had even risked sounding bold in saying it. So what was this? Had it appeared suddenly? Was it hidden before, waiting for the right moment to surface?And why on her back? Not the same exact place as Korah’s, but close enough. Too close for it to mean nothing. My chest tightened, thoughts colliding like storms in my head.Could there be a connection? Natasha and Korah?I thought back to when Natasha mentioned

Natasha’s POVThe day of the full moon arrived like a storm I had been dreading, each hour crawling with unbearable weight. From the moment the first light spilled through the curtains, I knew I would not leave my room. I told myself over and over again that I had to survive this one night, just this one, and somehow I would find a way out of the truth.I stayed curled beneath the sheets at first, breathing shallowly as though even air itself pressed heavily against my chest. My stomach twisted every time the thought came back to me—wolves across the kingdom would be preparing, feeling the rhythm of the moon already singing through their blood. But mine was silent, as it had always been.When the knocking began at my door, announcing breakfast, I pressed the pillow harder against my ears. I didn’t answer. I didn’t move. It wasn’t unusual for me to rise late, but today there was something different in the way their voices faded into the corridor. Everyone in this palace had been speaki