All Chapters of The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aria's Point of View I slam the cabin door behind me and head straight for my room, my pulse still hammering in my ears. My steps are quick, sharp, echoing in the quiet space, and by the time I shut myself inside, my chest feels tight with frustration. Why won’t he just tell me? What is so terrible about the truth that he would rather sit there in silence than explain who that man was? I pace once across the room, then drop onto the edge of the bed, my arms crossed over my chest, staring at the floor like the wood grain might give me answers. My mind keeps replaying that moment outside the shop, how his whole body went tense, how he all but shoved me towards the truck. That flash of urgency in his eyes. And then… nothing. The longer I sit here, the more the irritation simmers into something heavier, something like hurt. It feels like forever before I finally hear the crunch of his steps outside. The front door opens a moment later, letting in a brief gust of cooler air. I

Aria's Point of View The forest starts to thin out, and the familiar scent of Dark Moon territory wraps around me like a blanket I am not sure I want. My feet ache from walking, but I keep moving, my eyes fixed on the pack house in the distance. Each step feels heavier than the last, like the air itself is pressing me down. I break through the last row of trees, and there it is, my home. Or what is supposed to be my home. The front doors swing open, and my parents step out with Leo right behind them. They are clearly headed somewhere, talking amongst themselves, but then they see me. My mother freezes first, her mouth parting, her eyes wide with something between shock and relief. My father’s stride falters, his gaze sharp and searching, like he is trying to read every thought in my head from this distance. Leo is the one who reacts the fastest, his posture shifts, and he is already moving towards me before either of them can speak. I keep walking, my eyes locked on the pack

Griffen's Point of View I wake up with a low groan, my skull pounding like someone is beating a drum inside it. My mouth is dry, my throat thick with the stale taste of whiskey. For a moment, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling of my dorm room, trying to piece together the fragments of last night, the bar, the burn of liquor, the woman who tried to talk to me, and me brushing her off without even looking at her. And Aria. My mind always goes back to Aria. I push myself upright, my head protesting the sudden movement. The sheets are a mess, twisted like I had been fighting them in my sleep. Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I drag myself to my feet and shuffle towards the bathroom. The mirror does not do me any favors, my eyes are bloodshot, my hair a mess, my jaw tight like I have been clenching it all night. I turn the shower on, steam already starting to curl from the stream. Maybe if I just focus on today, on school, on getting my head straight, I can shove he

Aria's Point of View I pull my bedroom door open, still adjusting the hem of my sweater, and nearly run right into Leo. He is just standing there, one hand lifted mid air like he was about to knock. “Oh... hey,” I say, a little surprised. He smiles, easy and familiar, lowering his hand. “Perfect timing. I was just coming to see you.” We fall into step together as I close the door behind me, heading down the hall and out of the house. We walk down the porch steps towards the path that leads to the pack house. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of pine and the promise of an early evening. “I heard you are planning to go to the training school now,” he says, his voice steady, like he is testing how I will react. “I just thought I would offer my support, and maybe talk to our parents with you, you know… back you up.” I glance at him, feeling a little of the tension in my shoulders ease. “Thanks, Leo. That… actually means a lot right now.” He gives a small nod of his h

Aria's Point of ViewLeo pulls the truck to a stop in front of a tall brick dorm building, its windows catching the afternoon light. My stomach twists again, but this time it is not from nerves, it is a strange mix of relief and uncertainty. This is really happening. I am really here.The engine cuts off, leaving the sudden quiet loud in my ears. I stare at the building for a second, taking in the steady flow of students moving in and out, laughing, talking, carrying books. My parents had to pull a few strings to make this work, slipping me into the dorms halfway through the year, but they made sure it was this building. Close enough that Leo’s dorm, his world, is right next door. Close enough that I will not be entirely on my own.When I push the door open and step out, the crisp air fills my lungs, clearing some of the tension in my chest. The crunch of gravel under my boots grounds me, steady and real.That is when I spot him.Alaric stands near the front steps, waiting like he has