All Chapters of The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aria's Point of View The pack house is finally silent, after what feels like forever. I stand in front of the full length mirror tucked into the corner of my room, the moonlight pouring in through the open balcony doors behind me. My reflection stares back at me: bold red lipstick, smoky eyes, dark curls tumbling over my bare shoulders. The black mini dress hugs my every curve, it's short enough to scandalize, and snug enough to provoke an argument if any of the Lycans saw me. I grin at the thought. The heels in my hand dangle like a challenge. I’ll put them on once I’m off the pack grounds. No need to announce my escape with every click across the marble floors. The fourth floor of the pack house is reserved for family, royalty, technically. My room has gold trim around the door and silk curtains that match the crest of my father’s bloodline. It’s supposed to be a place of pride, a reflection of status. But to me, it’s just a gilded cage with a beautiful view. A constant reminder

Aria's Point of View The sky is just beginning to soften, the first hint of dawn brushing the treetops in pale streaks of blue and gray. Birds haven’t even started yet. The world is quiet, too quiet. The kind of silence that carries guilt like smoke in the air. I land lightly on the balcony as I climb over the railing, my bare feet hitting the cool stone without a sound. My dress is rumpled, one strap slipping off my shoulder. My curls are half fallen from their clip, and my heels dangle from my fingers. I left them in my hand halfway through the run back from the edge of the forest. I should’ve come back earlier. I know better. I straighten slowly, slipping back into the practiced silence of a girl who’s done this before, too many times to count. I step towards the glass doors, already rehearsing a lie. Something vague, harmless. Maybe a joke. Maybe just pretend I was asleep the whole night and gaslight whoever questions it. But the second I slide the door open, I freeze. He’s

Aria's Point of ViewI smooth the fabric down my sides for what must be the tenth time, trying to ignore the way my fingers tremble just slightly. The dress is stunning, a deep crimson silk that clings to my body like it was poured over me, hugging every curve perfectly, strapless and just dramatic enough to earn a raised brow from my mother if she sees it too soon. She probably expected me to wear something softer, something that blends in.But I’m tired of blending in.I take a slow turn in front of the full length mirror, the hem of my dress brushing just above my knees. My hair tumbles down in loose waves, still damp at the ends from the shower. The silver pendant at my throat, a gift from Leo years ago, catches the light, the only thing I’ve worn from the old days.Eighteen.The number echoes in my head like it’s supposed to mean something more than just age. I’m not suddenly stronger. Not suddenly more like Leo, the golden twin, the Lycan prince. I’m still just… me. Smaller. Qui

Griffen's Point of View The forest is quiet this far out, no pack patrols, no roads, no lights. Just the shadows of trees rushing past in the rearview mirror and the distant sound of wind brushing against the truck’s windows like a ghost with something to say. I glance at her again. Aria lies across the passenger seat, her head turned towards the window, lips parted just slightly. She looks peaceful, almost like she’s asleep. But I know better. Her pulse is steady, her breathing soft, the sedutive I used on her is wearing off, slowly. We’re almost there. My fingers tighten on the steering wheel. This wasn’t the plan. This was never supposed to happen like this. I was going to find the right moment. Strike clean. But then she started sneaking out, slipping into the human world like she was running from herself. Like she didn’t fit the crown either. And now… she’s here. With me. I pull the truck off the dirt road, tires crunching over gravel and dried leaves. The old

Griffen's Point of ViewThe door slams shut behind me, echoing too loud in the quiet forest, but I don’t care. I can’t stay in there. Not with her staring at me like that, like I owe her something I can’t even define.I take the steps off the porch in a single bound, my teeth clenched, my chest tight like it might cave in. The cold night air hits me, sharp and clean, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.I reach the edge of the clearing, yanking off my shirt, dragging it over my head like it’s choking me. My boots thud into the dirt as I kick them off. Pants next. I don’t think, I just move, shedding everything that binds me to that place, that moment.And then I let go.The shift tears through me in an instant, my bones cracking, my muscles stretching, fur bursting through skin. It’s not pain anymore. It’s release. A violent freedom I don’t deserve but take anyway.My Lycan form is massive, towering, my claws digging into the forest floor as I launch into a full sprint, the ground