Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Lycan: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

CHAPTER ELEVEN- - - - - Damien’s POV I stood by the window, staring into the dark sky, but my mind was somewhere else, completely consumed by thoughts of her. I knew I had a lot of work, but the ache in my chest from being away from her wouldn’t let me work. It burned quietly, refusing to ease.The door to my office creaked open, snapping me out of my thoughts. I assumed it was Noah.But it was Aiden.“How is she?” I asked, still facing the window, not bothering to turn around.“She’s fine. Her pack has already left the palace, so I took her to one of the empty guest rooms.”“Good,” I said quietly. I could sense he had questions, probably too many, but he was wise enough to keep them to himself.“Before I forget,” Aiden added, “Noah’s back. And… he’s pleased.”I turned to face him. “Where is he now?”“Not sure. Probably still in the hall, talking to some of the guests. Most of them are still waiting to find out if the wedding is going ahead or not.I let out a deep breath and rubbe

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - - - - -Charlotte’s POVAll eyes turned to me the moment the dining room doors opened. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I immediately lowered my gaze to the floor, doing everything I could to avoid their stares. The butler stepped forward and walked me to the long table, his steps calm and collected. When we arrived at an empty seat, he pulled the chair out for me without a word.I sat down quietly, keeping my head low, praying that everyone would go back to their food and forget I existed.The dining room was filled with a few people, Damien, Aiden, Olivia, and two other men I didn’t recognize. The long table was lined with various dishes, the kind you’d only see during a feast. But I had no appetite. Just the sight of the food made my stomach turn.I silently hoped everyone would remain quiet, just like they were now. If no one said a word, maybe I could survive this breakfast without falling apart.But Damien ruined that hope.“Welcome to the family, Charlotte,” h

CHAPTER FIFTEEN- - - - -Charlotte's POVAfter so much struggle, I managed to pry Olivia’s hands off my neck with all the strength I could find. I shoved her backward, and she stumbled, hitting her back hard against the wall with a loud thud.I collapsed to the floor, coughing violently as I tried to catch my breath. My chest burned, and my throat felt like it had been torn apart. I thought I was going to die by her hands today.I never expected things to go this far. “Shit, what the fuck… you—”I didn’t even get to finish what I was saying before her palm landed on my face with a loud, stinging slap.“You have the nerve to push me?” she barked, her eyes burning with rage. She scoffed and stepped closer, like she wasn’t done yet. “I knew you were bold, but I didn’t know you were this stupid.”She crossed her arms, looking at me with so much disgust it made my skin crawl.“I see you haven’t learnt your place in this palace. It’s not your fault. Your parents failed at raising you. Tha

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN- - - - - Charlotte's POVThe sky was dark, and the stars shone so brightly it felt like they were whispering secrets to the night. I sat curled up on the couch by the window, letting the cool breeze wash over me as I soaked in the silence. For once, it felt peaceful.Then came the knock.I sighed, already annoyed. These endless knocks, day after day, were beginning to wear me down.With reluctance, I climbed down from the couch and padded to the door, bracing myself for whatever disturbance awaited me this time.“Hello, my lady,” Ava greeted with a small bow as she stepped inside. I nodded and let her close the door behind her.“Hi, Ava,” I replied, and sat down on the bed, already dreading whatever news she might bring. I just hoped it wasn’t another summons… or worse—dinner.“My lady, the King, asked me to prepare you for dinner with him. He said—”“Wait, what?” I cut her off, my heart instantly skipping. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening.”I shot up from my s

CHAPTER NINTEEN - - - - - Damien's POVI leaned back in my seat, my eyes fixed on her as she quietly chewed her food like it was the most important task in the world. But my mind wasn’t at peace.Why couldn’t she feel the mate bond?Is she hiding something from me?No… it didn’t feel like deception. It felt like something deeper. Whatever it was, I was going to find out. She couldn’t remain a mystery for long, not while living under my roof.When I noticed she was almost done with her food, I stood up and walked across the room to a drawer. I pulled out a big bag and walked back to the table, handing it to her.“Wear this tomorrow,” I said, watching her expression carefully.She took the bag from me with both hands and gave a slight bow. “Thank you, my king.”I exhaled softly. “Just call me Damien. No need for all that formal nonsense, it makes me feel old.”She looked up at me with those wide eyes, unsure of what to do. “I will be on my way now, my king… I mean, Damien,” she said,