All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Lycan King; His Hidden Heirs: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21 Elena’s POV The knock came just as I was finishing my morning tea. The maid, a small, sprightly woman with soft eyes, stood in the doorway with a polite smile. She was different from the other ones who didn't smile or crack their expressions. “The Lycan King requests your presence for breakfast at the pack house, my lady.” For a moment, I thought she had made a mistake. The Lycan King? Me? For breakfast? My mind jumped to every reason why that shouldn’t be possible—why someone like me, who still felt like a guest teetering on the edge of belonging here, would be summoned by the most powerful man in the kingdom. Anyway, relief washed through me. Finally I was getting to see the man who saved me. Still, I nodded. “Tell him I’ll be there shortly.” Her smile widened just enough to be courteous, then she left me to prepare. I stood in front of the mirror far longer than I should have. I didn’t own anything that screamed worthy of a king’s table. In the end, I

Chapter 23 ELENA’S POV I still couldn’t believe who I was seeing sitting before me. He looked every bit of the king he was and I felt small… too small. I wondered why I hadn't seen him in this way that night. I had millions of questions I wanted to ask him but judging from the present situation, I knew I better kept my mouth shut. I didn't know Heather was allowed to have breakfast at his table too. Many times more than a few, our gaze would lock and I will be the first to look away. See where my lies to the rogue had brought me. I was truly marked by the Lycan King and not just that, I was carrying his heirs. Would he ever believe me if he knew about my pregnancy? Now, everything I seemed to have believe was laid bare before me and I needed to be extremely careful. The game in the court will chew the weakest and break them beyond repair. I was suddenly scared for myself and my kids. I shouldn't put their lives in jeopardy. And even if Lucien were to accept me, wouldn't

Chapter 25 – Lucien’s POVBreakfast ended far too quickly for my liking. Elena had barely spoken to me, her answers clipped, her gaze flickering everywhere but my face. I could still feel the way she’d stiffened when I walked in, as if my very presence was a weight she didn’t know how to carry.She knew now.The realization burned in her eyes when she looked at me. She knew I was the Lycan King—the man she’d met that night, the father of her unborn child.And she hadn’t said a word.Marco followed me out of the dining hall, his footsteps a deliberate shadow. “Your Highness,” he murmured under his breath, “you need to be careful. She looked—”“I know how she looked.” My tone was sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. “Find out why she’s been asking to leave.”He hesitated. “Do you want me to speak to her directly?”“No. I’ll handle it.”Because if anyone was going to hear the truth from her lips, it would be me.The council chamber waited, all polished stone and suffocating formal

“Pass me the mugwort leaves,” I said firmly, my hands already pressing down against the wound of the young warrior stretched out on the bed. His breathing came in shallow gasps, sweat slicking his temples, the gash across his ribs refusing to stop bleeding.“Yes, healer,” Mira, my apprentice, rushed forward, her small fingers trembling as she placed the leaves into my waiting palm.The tangy, bitter scent filled my nose as I crushed the herb between my fingers, releasing its properties. My hands worked with practiced ease, steady and confident as though they had been born to do this. Six years ago, I would never have believed I would become this woman—a healer respected in another pack, far from everything I once knew. Far from him.I quickly layered the paste across the wound, watching as the bleeding slowed, then pressed clean linen firmly against it.The warrior groaned, his body twitching beneath my touch. I leaned closer, murmuring, “You’ll live. The Goddess didn’t bring you this

Lucien’s POVThe ballroom glittered like a gilded cage. Chandeliers bathed the marble in warm golden light, candles flickering as if mocking the hollow celebration. Musicians played in the corner, their violins singing a tune meant to lift spirits, but to me it sounded like chains dragging across stone.Heather’s hand rested on my arm, her grip deceptively light but iron in meaning. She looked every inch the queen she longed to be—her gown a cascade of crimson silk studded with diamonds, her lips painted the same color as fresh blood. Her smile never wavered, radiant and false, designed to charm every pair of eyes fixed upon us.“Smile, Lucien,” she murmured under her breath, her head tilting slightly so only I would hear. “They’re all watching.”My jaw tightened. I obeyed, pulling my mouth into something that could pass as a smile. But it wasn’t joy. It was survival.Heather tugged me toward the gathering nobles, bowing and curtsying as though the very air bent to her will. She thriv