All Chapters of Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Alara’s POVThe twins finally slept.Lucian’s small hand was curled around the edge of Artemis’s blanket, his brows knit even in dreams, as if guarding her from whatever shadows dared to follow her into sleep. Artemis lay calmer now, her breathing even, the silver-violet glow beneath her skin dimmed to a soft, steady pulse that no longer frightened me.Relief settled into my bones for the first time in days.I brushed a kiss to each of their foreheads, lingering longer than necessary, memorizing the warmth of them, the quiet proof that they were still here. That she was still here.When I closed the door behind me, the

Alara’s POVI didn’t realize I had stopped breathing until my chest began to ache.The garden felt impossibly quiet after my question as if the world itself had leaned closer, waiting for the answer. The moon hung low and heavy above us, its silver glow washing the stone path, the hedges, the ancient trees that had seen too many confessions whispered beneath their branches. Xavier hadn’t moved since my words left my mouth. He sat there, elbows resting on his knees, fingers loosely entwined, his gaze fixed on the sky like it held both his sins and his absolution.For a long moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer at all.When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. Not gentle, but stripped bare of command and crown.

Alara's POVThe house felt different in the daylight. Not quieter — if anything, it was louder now, filled with the soft chaos of the twins — but warmer. Like it had been holding its breath for years and had finally decided to exhale.I noticed it most when Xavier was near.I told myself it was ridiculous. That I was imagining it. That proximity didn’t mean anything, that shared spaces didn’t erase years of distance and misunderstanding. And yet, every time I turned a corner and nearly collided with his broad frame, every time his voice drifted through the hall while he spoke softly to the twins, something inside me shifted.Unsettled. Aware. Awake.It started small.I found him in the kitchen mid-morning, sleeves rolled up, a faint dusting of flour on his forearms as he stared down at the counter like it had personally offended him. One of the twins, Artemis, sat perched on a stool, legs swinging as she supervised with grave seriousness.“You’re doing it wrong,” she informed him.Xavi

Alara’s POVSomething shifted in the house long before I heard raised voices or felt the tremor of anger ripple through the bond.It was subtle — too subtle — but I felt it the moment I stepped into the corridor outside Ronan’s office. The air tightened, thickened, like the silence before a storm broke. My wolf lifted her head, ears pricked, instincts humming low and uneasy. Not out of fear. Not out of danger. Just… tension.Xavier.I didn’t see him yet, but I felt him the way I always did then — like a presence pressing against the edges of my awareness. His Lycan was restless, pacing beneath his skin. It wasn’t the wild, feral agitation I had felt before during his darker moments. This was sharper. Focused. Territorial.The door was closed. That alone was enough to tell me everything.I paused mid-step, fingers curling unconsciously into the fabric of my sleeve. The house seemed to hold its breath with me. Even the distant sounds — Lucian’s soft laughter echoing faintly from the gar

Alara’s POVBy the time the twins finally tired themselves out, the room looked like a small battlefield.Cushions lay scattered across the rug, a half-built tower of wooden blocks had been toppled with dramatic flair, and Artemis’s laughter still echoed faintly in the walls as they disappeared down the corridor with Mara in tow. The air felt warmer, fuller, like joy itself had weight and had chosen to linger.I stood there for a moment, hands on my hips, breathing it all in.This was my life now. Messy. Loud. Beautiful.I bent to pick up a discarded toy when I felt it.His gaze.I didn’t need to turn around to know Xavier was watching me. I had grown attuned to that quiet pull, the subtle shift in the air whenever he focused on me. It was different from the way anyone else looked — deeper, steadier. As if he were memorizing moments he feared might be taken from him again.When I finally glanced over my shoulder, I found him leaning against the doorframe, arms folded loosely across hi