All Chapters of When My Mate Chose Another, the Lycan King Chose Me: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elder Hadrek's POVThe council chamber was never a quiet place, but today the air felt different. Heavier. Like it knew trouble had walked in before anyone even opened their mouths. The large stone table sat in the middle, wide enough to hold a battlefield, yet today it felt too small for the weight of the words that were about to be thrown across it.We were gathered around the council table, a ring of stone and iron, polished smooth by generations of arguments and alliances. But today, there was no alliance. Only murmurs. Discontent threading through every voice, weaving into the cracks of the stone floor."What has come over the King?" Elder Rowan muttered, his fingers drumming against the table, a nervous, irritated rhythm that grated on my ears."I told you all," Elder Berran chimed in, shaking his head with a bitter laugh, "I told you that girl would be the end of him. Look at this madness. He hands the throne to a maid without blinking. Without a shred of worry about what she c

Lucien’s POVThe boardroom smelled of old wood and stale coffee, the bitter kind that had sat too long in its pot. I sat at the head of the polished mahogany table, my reflection staring faintly back at me from the glossy surface — a shadow of a man with sleepless eyes and a crown that never really left his head. The air was warm, too warm, humming with the soft breath of the vents and the quiet shuffle of papers from the men across from me.Representatives from the southern provinces. Men I’d once pulled out of ruin when their lands were choking under debt and whispers of rebellion. Men who owed me more than they could repay. Which was why their tight smiles and restless eyes set something sharp in my chest.Lord Varen, the one leading their side, slid the contract toward me with the same polished grace he had worn since I met him. Hair slicked back, silver kissing his temples, suit cut to perfection — but his jaw ticked in a way I had not seen before.“Everything is in order, Your M

Natasha’s POVMy shoes echoed too loudly against the cold stone floors, each step bouncing off the walls like the palace was listening. The corridor stretched ahead, silent and empty, and that silence had been pressing on me for days now—heavy, suffocating, like it knew something I didn’t.Lucien was gone. Had been gone for weeks. And every time I asked where, I got the same answer in different words—vague, rehearsed, careful. “The King’s away on business,” the guards would mutter without meeting my eyes. The maids would bow and keep moving. Even the old cook, who usually had gossip tucked away like candy, just shrugged and went back to stirring her soup.It wasn’t the words that bothered me—it was the way they looked at me when they said them. Like they were holding something back. Like the truth was just out of my reach, and they had no intention of letting me touch it.I stopped by one of the tall windows, frost clinging to the glass, and stared out at the palace grounds. Winter ha

Lucien’s POVThe darkness was the same as always. Heavy. Endless. But this time it felt different. It had weight, and it pressed against my chest like a mountain trying to bury me whole. I could hear nothing but the slow drag of my own breathing, thick and labored, as if the air itself had turned to smoke.The shadows were moving. They never stood still for long. They circled me, shifting, darting, always just beyond reach. I turned with them, my hands clenched, my body tense, every muscle aching as though I’d been fighting for hours.I had been here too many times to count. Every time it was the same. The faceless shapes, the whispers I could never quite catch, the constant weight of being hunted. And me—fighting. Always fighting.But tonight the shadows didn’t just watch me. They closed in.I could feel them brushing against my arms, my shoulders, my back, cold and sharp like knives drawn across skin. I swung at one, but my hand sliced through empty air. I turned and another was the

Damon’s POVThe car rolled to a smooth stop before the massive iron gates, the ones I had not seen in three long months. The faint rumble of the engine echoed against the stone walls of the Lycan Kingdom, breaking the silence of the guarded entrance. Through the tinted window, I could see the two colossal gates stretching high into the gray sky, carved with ancient symbols that had stood for centuries as a reminder of power and warning. They began to creak open slowly, the metallic groan filling the stillness as the guards pushed them aside.Three months away had not changed this place. The air still carried that mixture of earth and pine, rich and heavy, with the faint metallic edge that only ever clung to the grounds of this kingdom. I had been in Canada all that while, overseeing the businesses that demanded my presence there, but in truth, my mind had never left this land. No matter how far I went, the pull always dragged me back. This was home, though the word never felt as warm