All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Rogue Queen: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Riley Victory tastes a lot like blood and bad decisions. We’d won — technically. Alaric’s forces had retreated, the Lycans had held, and I was still breathing. Which was shocking, given that half the night I’d wanted to kill, kiss, or maim everything in sight. The Red Moon still hung over the palace, swollen and obscene. Every heartbeat in my body pulsed with its pull. My wolf — my rebellious, free, unbroken wolf — prowled beneath my skin, restless and hot. And of course, Kael had to walk beside me, all silent command and impossible restraint. “Majesty,” I said tightly, “you really need to work on your timing.” He glanced at me. “Explain.” “Oh, sure. You picked a wonderful night to have your first joint battle with a female werewolf — you know, the one night of the lunar cycle designed to turn us into raging, hormonal disasters.” He frowned. “You’re saying the Red Moon affects you.” “Oh, I’m saying more than that,” I snapped. “I’m saying Alaric planned this. He chose tonigh

RileyThere are worse ways to wake up than tangled in a king.Warm skin. A heavy arm draped over my waist.The faint, lazy rumble of a chest that had spent the night pretending not to exist.For a few blissful seconds, I didn’t move.Didn’t breathe too hard. Didn’t think.The sheets smelled like smoke, pine, and danger — him.And the weight of his arm felt… safe.Too safe.“Oh no,” I muttered to myself. “This feels suspiciously nice. That can’t be good.”A low growl vibrated against my back — not angry, just sleepy.Then came his voice, rough with morning and gravel-soft:“You always talk this much when you wake up?”“Only when I wake up next to royalty,” I shot back, keeping my eyes closed. “It’s kind of my thing.”He hummed — a sound halfway between amusement and disbelief.“Relax,” he murmured. “You’re safe.”“That’s what you said last night,” I said, rolling over to face him. “And look where that got me — emotionally compromised and possibly glowing.”He smiled, that lazy, devasta

Riley ​By the time Kael and I made it back to the grand hall, the news had already spread — faster than wildfire, faster than reason. Servants whispered. Guards stared. Every step we took echoed like a rumor given legs. ​Apparently, “Lycan King Declares Rogue Wolf His Mate” was the kind of headline that didn’t stay secret for long. ​“Majesty,” I muttered, “you couldn’t have eased into it? Maybe sent a memo first?” ​He didn’t look at me, but the corner of his mouth curved. “I prefer clarity.” ​“Clarity?” I snorted. “You just broke a thousand years of tradition before breakfast.” ​He gave a soft, infuriating hum. “Then it’s a good morning.” --- ​Kael ​The palace buzzed with tension. Even the marble floors seemed to hum with anticipation. ​I knew what was coming — outrage, disbelief, fear. But beneath all of that… hope. ​For the first time in generations, the prophecy whispered by our ancestors wasn’t just legend. It had a heartbeat. ​And she was walking beside me,

Riley Breakfast at the royal table was supposed to be elegant. You know — polished silver, dignified silence, maybe some dramatic toast to “new beginnings.” Instead, it started with a bang. Literally. Because the moment Kael brushed his hand over mine, the entire chandelier above us sparked to life with silver light. Half the Council gasped. One servant dropped a tray. And me? I nearly inhaled my tea. “Majesty,” I hissed under my breath, “control your glow!” He didn’t even flinch. “That was you.” “Absolutely not. I’m innocent. Look at me — totally neutral, zero chaos—” The spoon in my cup levitated. Kael smirked. “Neutral?” I glared. “This is not funny!” “On the contrary,” he said softly, “it’s glorious.” --- Kael If I had thought she couldn’t get more radiant than under the Moon, I had been wrong. In daylight, she was blinding — hair catching fire in the sun, eyes glowing with that impossible mix of gold and silver. Every Lycan in the room could feel it — the powe

Kael The palace hadn’t stopped shaking. Even after the tremors faded, the walls still hummed — not with fear, but with recognition. Like they remembered something old. Something divine. Something dangerous. Malen arrived at dawn, his cloak streaked with soot, his eyes too bright for comfort. He bowed low before speaking. “It’s begun.” I didn’t need to ask what he meant. The golden scar across the horizon still burned from the night before — a wound in the sky that refused to fade. Riley stood by the window, barefoot, hair tangled, her skin glowing faintly silver in the pale light. Her arms were crossed, her tone sharp enough to cut through the tension. “You mean the whole ‘sky-on-fire’ thing? Yeah, I noticed. Kinda hard to miss.” Malen’s gaze flicked toward her — reverent, cautious, uncertain. “That was no warning,” he said quietly. “It was a summons.” --- Riley “A summons?” I repeated. “As in, I’m being called? Because last I checked, I didn’t RSVP to any apocalypse.