When My Mate Chose Another, the Lycan King Chose Me의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

Lucien’s POVBack to the present, the silence in the room was almost suffocating. Natasha sat across from me, her body curled into itself as though every inch of her wanted to disappear. The air between us was heavy with words unspoken, but I was done circling shadows. I had carried enough doubt, suspicion, and restraint. It was time the truth was named.“You’re scared of the full moon,” I said at last, my voice low, calm, deliberate. My eyes stayed on her, sharp as a blade drawn in the quiet. “Because you don’t have a wolf.”The words seemed to strike her like a physical blow. I saw her shoulders jerk, saw her lips part in a gasp she tried to swallow down. For a moment she said nothing, her throat tightening as though the confession had been lodged there all along and only now had been forced out into the open. Then her eyes lifted to mine, glassy, trembling.“I—I didn’t mean to deceive you,” she whispered, the plea clinging to each syllable. “I’ve been trying, Lucien. I’ve been tryi

SONIA’S POVThe cars came to life and I watched them go one after the other, the ones at the front. Lucien’s in the middle and the ones at the back, guarding them from behind. I stood there, unmoving, my eyes fixed on the spot where it vanished, my hands clenched so tightly the tips of my nails bit into my palms. Every breath burned with intense fury.He didn’t even look back.Not even once.The last thing I heard from him was that cold command—Drive—like I was nothing, like I meant absolutely nothing to him.The insult sat heavy inside me, like something clawing its way through my veins. It stung more than I wanted to admit. He didn’t even hesitate for a second. He just turned his back on me.And then that girl—Natasha. The way she stumbled into his arms, the way he caught her like she was something fragile. I saw it all. The way his fingers lingered at her waist, steady and careful, like she was a piece of glass he couldn’t afford to drop.That should have been me.The thought made m

Natasha’s POVThe car kept humming softly as we drove down the long stretch of road, the world outside blurring into streaks of gray and green. It felt like we’d been driving forever—long enough for me to start wondering if Lucien even knew where we were going. The silence between us was heavy, filled only by the soft sound of tires eating up the miles. The clock on the dashboard glowed faintly, each passing minute dragging slower than the last. My legs ached from sitting too long, and the cold that had settled into my body after falling into that freezing water earlier refused to leave. No matter how warm the car was, I couldn’t stop shivering. The chill felt deeper than skin, like something that had taken root inside me.Outside, the sky had started to dim. The colors were fading into deep purples and bruised blues, the kind that made the world look quieter. The full moon was climbing slowly, pale and distant behind thin clouds, its glow almost ghostly. I stole a glance at Lucien. H

Lucien’s POVThe night had been nothing short of brutal. Every bone in my body had ached under the pull of the full moon, every breath a fight against the beast clawing at the edges of my control. The air outside the hospital had been sharp and cold, biting through my clothes as I paced the forest that surrounded it. Each sound—the rustle of branches, the whisper of wind through the trees—scraped against my nerves. The wolf inside me wanted out, wanted to run, to tear through the night until nothing but silence remained. But I couldn’t. I was way too worried about her that I didn't. Though I remained out just incase my wolf prevailed. By the time the sky began to lighten, I was drained. My boots crunched against the frost-coated ground as I walked back toward the building, my body heavy with exhaustion. My throat burned, my muscles throbbed, but none of that mattered. All I could think about was her—her face, her voice, the way she’d looked last night when the doctor mentioned the te

Lucien’s POVThe moment the guard’s voice came through the radio, every muscle in my body went still. The air inside the SUV changed, heavier, sharper, like even the oxygen had learned to brace for a fight. I’d lived through enough battles to know when danger was close. His words—“something doesn’t feel right”—weren’t just a warning. They were a shift in the air, a sign that the calm we were driving through was about to break.“Details,” I said, my voice cutting through the low hum of the engine. My eyes flicked to the mirrors, catching the second SUV behind us—four of my best men inside. Natasha sat beside me, her shoulders tense, her fingers clutching the edge of her seat. She didn’t speak, but fear clung to her like a second skin. I could feel it.“Two black vehicles, no plates,” the driver said quickly. “Parked about fifty meters ahead on the right. No visible movement, but their position looks deliberate.”“Behind us?” I asked.The guard from the second car answered. “Single vehi