All Chapters of The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Griffen's Point of ViewThe bathroom door clicks shut behind me, and for a moment, I just lean against it, my eyes closed, my chest tight. The rush of that kiss still lingers on my lips, haunting me like a memory I already know I’ll never be able to escape.I push off the door and strip down quickly, turning on the shower until steam clouds the mirror. The water is hot, too hot, but I step under it anyway, letting it burn across my skin like it might sear away everything that I’m carrying.She knows I was there to take her.There is no point in pretending otherwise.I brace my hands on the tile wall, the warm water cascading down my back as I try to piece the right version of the truth together. What can I say? What should I say?Do I tell her about Maddox? About the rogues waiting for my word? About the fire that’s burned in me since I was eight years old, fueled by loss, betrayal, and my father's last words?But then there’s Aria.The way she looked at me. The way she kissed me back

Griffen's Point of View The morning light creeps in through the thin curtains, soft and pale, but it does nothing to soften the tension knotting my chest. I stir awake, the ache in my body nothing compared to the chaos churning in my head. My eyes open slowly, heavy with a night of broken sleep and too many unanswered questions. I stare up at the wooden ceiling for a moment, trying to remember where I am, until the memories start to flood in like a punch to the gut. Aria. The firelight on her face. The feel of her soft lips pressed desperately to mine. The way she shoved me away from her. The look in her eyes when I said those words... When I told her she was just a werewolf. I sit up slowly, dragging a hand through my hair, while everything from last night replays like a brutal movie in my head. Her voice, shaking with anger and pain. The crack in it when she told me to reject her. The way I froze, because hearing those words nearly broke something in me I didn’t even

Griffen's Point of ViewThe engine hums beneath us, steady and low as we pull out of the gravel driveway and head down the winding road towards town. The trees blur past us in shades of green, tall pines standing like sentinels on either side of the narrow road. The morning sun slants through the branches, catching in flashes across the windshield.Aria sits beside me in the passenger seat, her window rolled all the way down. The wind tosses strands of her braided hair around her face, and she doesn’t seem to mind. One arm rests along the edge of the door, her hand reaching into the open air, her fingers dancing through the wind in slow, lazy curves like she's tracing invisible lines in the sky. It’s such a small thing, but I can’t look away.There’s something peaceful about the way she moves, absent, thoughtful. For the first time since all this started, she doesn’t look like she’s bracing for war. There’s no sharp edge in her jaw, no challenge in her eyes. She just… exists in this m

Aria's Point of ViewThe baskets are full now, overflowing, really, with jeans, shirts, dresses, and two pairs of shoes each. I carry one and Griffen carries the other, and I can feel the weight in my arms as we make our way towards the last aisle we haven’t visited yet.The underwear aisle.We come to a stop in front of the section, and the moment we do, I hear Griffen suck in a sharp breath beside me. His posture stiffens, and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other like the ground just got a little too hot under his boots.I don’t look at him at first. I’m too busy pretending to browse, biting back a smirk. I can feel his discomfort like static in the air.Finally, I can’t help myself.I reach out and take a soft blue lace set from the rack, a delicate bra with thin straps and a matching pair of underwear, and turn towards him with feigned innocence. “What do you think of this one?”His reaction is immediate.A deep red blush creeps up his neck and spreads across his cheeks

Aria's Point of ViewThe truck rumbles to a stop in front of the cabin, tires crunching over the gravel. I’m already reaching for the door handle before Griffen can even shift the truck into park. There’s an energy humming in my chest, part excitement, part relief. We’re back. And with everything we need for a whole week of figuring this strange situation out.Griffen meets me at the back door of the truck, and without needing to say a word, we fall into a rhythm. We both grab as many bags as we can manage, plastic crinkling, paper rustling, arms loaded. I carry two food bags and one of the hygiene bags towards the cabin while Griffen balances a pile of clothing bags with practiced ease.Inside, the cool air of the cabin feels good against my skin, still slightly flushed from the sun. We make quick work of it. Food bags go to the kitchen, clothes and toiletries to the room where I slept last night. I drop the last bag on the bed and exhale deeply.Griffen steps into the doorway, brush