All Chapters of The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Aria's Point of View By Thursday afternoon, I am running on determination and caffeine. The moment the final bell rings, I practically drag Cole and Leo across campus, the three of us splitting tasks with the precision of people planning a heist. Our first stop is the cafeteria. The hallway smells like disinfectant and baked bread as we walk in through the back entrance. Cole is at my side, his sleeves pushed up, and his hair slightly messy from the wind, a look that somehow makes the kitchen staff melt every time. He flashes them a polite smile, and I swear I hear an actual sigh from someone near the ovens. “Hey,” Cole starts gently, leaning against the counter. “We were hoping to get some supplies, non-perishables, bread, anything extra you can spare. We want to take it to a pack that got hit recently.” I stand beside him, nodding my head. “They are still rebuilding. Anything helps.” The head chef pauses, studying us with thoughtful eyes. Then she wipes her hands on he

Aria's Point of View The training hall looks worse on the inside than it did from afar. I step over splintered boards, over the fallen beams, over the soot that still clings to the floor in dark streaks. The air smells like burnt pine, smoke, and damp earth, and every breath scratches slightly in my chest. Cole whistles under his breath. “This is going to take all day.” “Then good thing we came early,” Leo says, already rolling up his sleeves. I force a small smile and follow Cole to the pile of tools Alaric mentioned. I grab a measuring tape and a piece of chalk while Cole lifts the first of the long boards, his muscles tightening under the weight. Focus. Just focus. Cole sets the beam against the damaged frame and nods to me. “Measure from the base to the break. We will need exact lengths.” I crouch beside the wood and pull the tape along the grain. My hands tremble a little, the faintest shiver, but I steady them. It is easier to breathe when my hands are busy.

Aria's Point of View Alaric and I leave our empty plates stacked at the end of the long table, stepping out into the cool air behind the half rebuilt pack house. The sun is high, warm on my shoulders, but the air still tastes faintly of smoke, old, ghostlike, clinging to everything. Alaric stops beside a broken pillar, leaning against it like someone twice his age. I can see the exhaustion etched into the lines around his eyes. I cross my arms over my chest, watching him quietly for a moment. He is hiding it really well. He always hides it. “So,” I say softly, nudging his shoulder with mine. “How are you really doing?” He exhales through his nose, short and tired. “I am fine.” I give him the look, the one that used to make him crack when we were kids. One eyebrow lifted, unimpressed, waiting him out. He groans. “Ariaaa… don’t.” “Then don’t lie to me.” He rubs a hand through his hair, gripping the back of his neck as if trying to physically hold himself together.

Aria's Point of View The sunlight is barely creeping over Crescent Bloodmoon when I wake, soft gold spilling through the gaps in the temporary cabin walls. For the first time in a while, I slept deeply, exhausted, yes, but not restless. My muscles ache in that satisfying way that comes from working hard with people you care about. I stretch under the thin blanket, then sit up. I can hear voices outside, low and familiar. Leo’s laugh. Cole’s grumbling. Alaric’s steady tone as he tries, and fails, to wrangle those two into something resembling calm. I smile to myself. I pull on my boots, tie my hair back, and step outside. The morning air is cool and clean, smelling faintly of pine and fresh sawdust. The camp is already alive. Pack members are moving lumber, clearing debris, trading tired but determined smiles. Cole spots me first. “There she is,” he calls, holding up a tin plate. “We saved you breakfast.” Leo snorts. “No, I saved her breakfast. Cole tried to steal your past

Aria's Point of View The sun hangs low and warm above Crescent Bloodmoon, turning the half rebuilt buildings gold as we work. It is our last day here. I can feel it in the air, this mix of accomplishment, exhaustion, and something I cannot name yet. Maybe reluctance. Maybe guilt for leaving before everything is finished. I wipe sweat from my forehead with the back of my wrist and shift the weight of the beam I am helping Cole maneuver into place. “Little more to the left,” he says, squinting one eye like he is looking down a rifle. I roll my eyes but move it anyway. “If this falls, I am blaming you.” He smirks. “If it falls, I will catch it.” “You cannot catch a roof beam, Cole.” “Challenge accepted.” Leo snorts from where he is hammering the support braces. “Please do not encourage him.” Alaric climbs down from a ladder nearby and steps back to look at our progress. There is dust on his clothes and dark circles under his eyes, but he smiles, really smiles, for the f