All Chapters of The Lycan King's Werewolf Daughter: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aria's Point of ViewMaren does not push it. She just watches me with that calm, patient expression, the kind that makes me feel seen without being cornered. She shifts a little, resting her chin on her hand. “You do not have to talk about it if you do not want to,” she says softly. “But if you do, I am prepared to listen.”The kindness in her tone cracks something in me. I sit down on the edge of my bed, my fingers tugging absently at the hem of my shirt, and before I can stop myself, the words start to spill out.“It is… complicated,” I say, my voice quieter than I mean for it to be. My gaze drops down to the floor, because looking at her makes me feel too vulnerable. “My mate and I… Well, lets just say that things did not work out the way they were supposed to. And now, every time I think I am past it, it just keeps finding a way to pull me back under.”Maren nods her head slowly, not asking for details, not demanding more than I can give. Her presence is steady, grounding. “That s

Aria's Point of View I pull my door shut behind me, tugging the strap of my bag higher on my shoulder. The hallway is quiet this early, the kind of silence that always clings to the dorms before classes begin. A small smile tugs at my lips, I am supposed to see Leo this morning. Our little tradition. Coffee and breakfast together once a week. Just us, like old times back home, before everything got so messy. But as I step into the hall, there is no familiar figure leaning casually against the wall, no warm grin waiting for me. I pause, glancing up and down the hallway. Empty. Maybe he is running late, I tell myself. It would not be the first time. I linger for a moment, shifting my weight from foot to foot, but the seconds drag out longer than I would like. With a sigh, I start walking towards the stairwell, deciding to head over to his dorm building. The air outside bites cool against my skin, carrying the faint scent of pine and dew. I wrap my arms around myself as I cross t

Aria's Point of View The air is heavy with smoke and iron, and it clings to my skin as I follow Leo and Sean out of the truck. My father is already ahead, barking low orders to a pair of surviving Hollowmoon Pack wolves who have appeared from the wreckage. Their clothes are torn, their faces pale, and grief weighs down every movement they make. I stay close to Leo’s side like he told me, my steps cautious, my eyes darting from ruin to ruin. Every charred wall, every broken doorframe, feels like a wound carved into my chest. I can still picture children running across yards like this, voices raised in play. Families gathering by firepits. Now all of it is gone. We pass what used to be a home, its roof caved in, the walls blackened to ash. In front of it, a woman kneels in the dirt, her hands pressed over her mouth, her shoulders shaking. Two young wolves stand awkwardly beside her, trying and failing to offer comfort. My throat tightens, and I have to force myself not to look awa

Aria's Point of ViewI slip into the lecture hall just as the professor is setting up at the front. Cole is already in his seat near the middle, leaning back casually in his chair, his notebook open but still untouched. His eyes catch mine, and he tips his head towards the empty seat next to him.As soon as I slide into it, he leans closer to me, his voice low so it does not carry. “Where were you this morning? I did not see you at breakfast. Is everything okay?”I force a small smile, and nod my head though my stomach is still knotted from earlier. “Yeah. There was… some trouble back at home. My brother needed me to go with him and help sort a few things out. But it is fine now.”Cole studies me for a second, like he wants to press, but then he just nods his head, offering me the easy kind of grin that makes him seem unbothered by anything. “Good. I am glad that you are here, then.”The professor’s voice carries through the room, words about treaties and shifting alliances filling th

Griffen's Point of ViewI have sent three messages to Maddox since the night of the attack, and not a single one has been answered. Each time I check my phone, I half expect to see his name light up the screen, but it stays dark. The silence gnaws at me. Maddox does not ignore me, not unless he is planning something big. And that thought makes my stomach twist tighter with every passing hour.I am pacing my dorm room when the door swings open without warning. Brandon strolls in, his hands shoved into his pockets, his easy grin clashing with the storm in my head.“There is a party tonight,” he announces it like it is the cure for everything. “Half the school is already there. I figured that I would drag you along before you rot in here.”I frown, about to tell him that I am not in the mood, but then I catch myself. Maybe he is right. Sitting here alone, replaying Aria’s words and Maddox’s silence, is eating me alive. A distraction, even for a couple of hours, might be exactly what I ne