All Chapters of Married to the Werewolf Lord: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

LORAI woke with heat pressed against my back and silence pressed against my chest.Erin's arm rested heavily across my waist, his fingers curled possessively against my stomach. His breathing was slow, measured. The kind of rhythm that only came when someone was completely, unapologetically at ease.I wasn’t.My body remembered last night before my brain did.The gala.The kiss.His lips on mine in front of everyone, his hand flat against my back, pulling me toward him like he couldn’t stand another inch apart. It had felt like a game at first like we were just playing our parts. But that kiss didn’t feel like a performance. It stopped feeling like pretending the moment my heart changed pace.What scared me was how easy it felt to not pull away.I turned slowly, unsure if I'd wake him, but Erin’s voice came first.“You move like a thief,” he murmured, still half-asleep. “What are you sneaking off to steal?”“Peace of mind,” I whispered.His eyes opened, hazy gold in the morning ligh

LORAThree hundred wolves in one room. The smell hit me first. Power and politics and barely controlled aggression. Made my graphic designer brain think of corporate boardrooms, except here people could literally tear your throat out.I followed Elena through the massive doors, counting steps like she taught me. One, two, three. My heels clicked against marble floors so polished I could see my reflection. The formal robes felt heavy, but Elena was right. They were armor.Every eye tracked my movement. Whispers followed behind us like shadows. I caught fragments: "human," "child," "pretending." The same words I'd been hearing for months, but they hit differently here. Sharper.Marcus stood near the front with his supporters. Distinguished silver hair, expensive suit, the kind of smile that never reached his eyes. A predator in politician's clothing. He nodded at me once. Polite. Respectful. Complete bullshit.Vivienne sat three rows back, dressed like she was attending Fashion Week ins

LORAThe pack grounds stretched before me under moonlight that turned everything silver and sacred. Hundreds of wolves gathered in a perfect circle, their eyes reflecting the torches that ringed the ceremonial space with ancient reverence that made my skin prickle.I stood at the edge wearing white silk that felt heavier than armor, my hands trembling with nerves that had nothing to do with the cool night air. Elena had braided flowers into my hair with the careful and intricate design of someone readying a bride for a ritual she'd witnessed countless times."You look beautiful," she whispered with the warm reassurance of a sister I'd never had.But my eyes were locked on Erin across the circle. Shirtless, wearing white pants that hung low on his hips, he looked otherworldly in the moonlight that painted silver across the defined muscles of his chest and shoulders. The pack markings tattooed on his left shoulder blade seemed to writhe in the flickering torchlight with life of their