All Chapters of Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alara’s POVThe peace only lasted a day.I realized it the next night, when the air itself felt too tight to breathe, like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to snap.I was halfway through settling the twins when it happened.At first, it wasn’t a sound I recognized as danger. It was too restrained for that, too controlled. A fractured breath, dragged through clenched teeth. The subtle tremor that rippled through the walls of the private estate, not enough to shake anything loose, but enough that my wolf lifted her head sharply inside me.Then came the second breath — shattered, raw, wrong.Xavier.I didn’t think. I didn’t call for guards. I didn’t wait for reason to catch up with instinct.I rushed.The corridor stretched endlessly as I ran barefoot across cold stone, my heart pounding in rhythm with the rising agitation pulsing through the bond between us. It was faint — still repairing, still fragile — but what I felt through it made my chest ache.Pain. Rage.

Alara’s POVIt didn’t happen all at once.That was what frightened me the most.If Artemis’ power had arrived like a storm — violent, loud, unmistakable — I might have known how to brace myself. I might have known when to scream for help or draw wards tighter or beg the moon itself for mercy.Instead, it unfolded quietly. Gently. Like the moon rising one fraction of light at a time.The first sign came three days after Xavier’s outburst.Lucian had been restless since morning, pacing the length of the living room with a toy sword clutched in his small fist, his wolfish instincts clearly chafing at something only he could sense. He kept stopping by the windows, sniffi

Ronan’s POVI knew something had shifted the moment I crossed the estate boundary.It wasn’t visible. The guards stood straighter, yes, and the wards hummed with a cleaner, steadier rhythm, but that wasn’t it. It was subtler than that. Older. The kind of change you felt in your bones rather than your eyes.The house breathed easier.I slowed my steps as I dismounted, letting my senses stretch outward. The private estate had always been alive in its own way — stone steeped in old magic, wood cut from forests that remembered wolves long before crowns and councils — but this was different.The tension that had once pressed against the walls like a held breath was gone.Not er

Xavier’s POVPeace had always unnerved me more than war.In battle, Marcus knew his place. He surged, tore, bled, and obeyed. Violence gave him direction. Purpose. Here, inside this quiet house where Alara’s presence softened the very air, I had no such luxury. Marcus prowled restlessly beneath my skin, pressing against my ribs, testing the limits of my restraint as if it were a poorly built cage.I had spent the evening pacing.Not because I was anxious — at least not in the way I used to be — but because standing still near her felt dangerous. Not to her. To me.I told myself, again and again, the same rule I had been living by since the moment I set foot on this land.&ld

Alara’s POVI couldn’t stay in my room.The silence of my own chambers had become a physical weight, pressing against my chest until every breath felt like a struggle. Ever since that moment in the hallway, I had been haunted. My skin felt too tight, my blood too hot, and Astrid was a pacing, restless force behind my ribs.‘Go to him,’ she had been whispering for hours. ‘The bond is screaming. Why do we starve in a house full of fire?’I had tried to ignore her. I had tried to focus on the children, on the paperwork for the northern borders, on the safety Ronan provided. But the tether between Xavier and me was