All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Lycan King; His Hidden Heirs: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 31ELENA’S POVThe forest had turned against me by midday.My legs burned with every step, but stopping wasn’t an option. The distant howls I had heard earlier had grown closer, then faded, leaving only an uneasy silence. I clutched my medical bag tighter against my side, the strap digging into my shoulder. Inside were the last of my herbs and tonics — tools that had kept me alive more than once as a healer.I paused at the edge of a small clearing, leaning against a moss-covered boulder to catch my breath. The nausea had returned stronger than before, a rolling wave that forced me to my knees. I pressed my forehead against the cool stone and breathed through it, the way I taught laboring mothers back at the palace infirmary.Just exhaustion, I told myself. Hunger. Fear. Nothing more.But deep down, I knew better. The missed cycles. The constant fatigue. The way my body felt… different. Heavier. The one night with Lucien had left its mark in more ways than heartbreak. Hidden h

Chapter 33
ELENA’S POVThe largest rogue lunged at me with a snarl that split the twilight air.I stumbled backward, my back hitting a thick tree trunk. My medical bag lay forgotten on the ground, herbs spilling across the dirt. Fear flooded my veins, but my healer instincts kicked in stronger than panic.My palms flared with that familiar warm energy — the hidden healing power that had always set me apart. I didn’t have claws or fangs. My wolf had never once answered me in all my years. But I had this.As the rogue’s clawed hand swiped toward my face, I thrust my glowing palm forward and pressed it hard against his chest.He roared in surprise and pain as the energy surged into him. It wasn’t an attack — it was healing forced too fast, too intensely. The sudden rush of regenerative power overwhelmed his system, causing his muscles to seize and his breath to catch. He staggered back, clutching his chest, eyes wide with shock.The other two rogues hesitated, growling low.“What the hel

Chapter 35
ELENA’S POVThe tent was small and simple — just a cot, a thin blanket, and a lantern casting flickering shadows on the canvas walls.I lay on my back, staring at the roof, every muscle in my body aching. The borrowed blanket smelled of woodsmoke and herbs, a far cry from the silk sheets in the palace guest wing. Yet it felt safer than anything I had touched in weeks.My mind refused to quiet.The rogue attack replayed in vivid flashes — the leader’s foul breath, the weight of his hand pinning my wrists, the moment my healing power had surged hot and bright enough to make him recoil. For a few terrifying seconds, I had felt something more than just the usual warmth. A deeper spark. Almost as if the gift was trying to break through the heavy silence inside me.But still… no wolf.No inner voice growling for blood or offering strength.Only that same familiar emptiness I had carried since childhood.I turned onto my side, curling protectively around my middle. The nausea had

Chapter 37ELENA’S POV“They’ve found me.”The words still echoed in my head long after Lucien stepped out of the tent.The moment he left, the air changed.Colder.Heavier.Like the world itself was holding its breath.I pushed myself up despite the lingering weakness in my body.The healer rushed forward immediately. “You shouldn’t move—”“I’m fine,” I said, sharper than I intended.Because I didn’t have time to be weak.Not now.Not when they were here.My hands trembled as I pressed them against my abdomen.No wound.No pain.Nothing.Just smooth skin where death had almost claimed me minutes ago.A reminder.A warning.A curse.“They shouldn’t be able to track you,” the healer muttered under her breath, more to herself than to me.I froze.Slowly, I looked up at her.“What did you say?”Her eyes widened slightly, like she hadn’t meant to speak out loud.“I—nothing, my lady.”“No,” I said quietly. “You said something.”She hesitated.Then sighed.“They shouldn’t be able to track y

Chapter 39ELENA’S POV“Don’t let them take me…”The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them.Before I even realized I was speaking.Darkness surrounded me.Not the peaceful kind.Not sleep.Not rest.This was different.Cold.Endless.Watching.I was back there.“No…” I whispered, turning in place.The air smelled the same.Sterile.Sharp.Wrong.Metal walls.White lights.The low hum of machines that never stopped.“Heart rate unstable.”“Subject resisting again.”“Sedate her.”“STOP!” I screamed.But no sound came out.My chest tightened as panic clawed its way up my throat.I knew this place.Knew what came next.Footsteps echoed behind me.Slow.Measured.Terrifyingly calm.“You’ve always been our most promising one.”My body went rigid.That voice—I turned slowly.And there he was.Dr. Varek.Tall.Composed.That same detached expression on his face, like I wasn’t a person—Just a project.“Stay away from me,” I hissed, stumbling back.He smiled faintly.“You don’t