All Chapters of Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alara’s POVThe night tasted like metal, cold and bitter.Branches whipped against my arms as I ran, breath burning in my lungs, my feet pounding the forest floor with the stubborn rhythm of desperation. I didn’t know where Emily had gotten the courage to steal the keys — or how she had managed to fake the guard’s signatures — but I knew I couldn’t waste her sacrifice.Just keep moving, I told myself. For my child. For us.But the deeper I went into the forest, the louder the shadows seemed to breathe.A soft rustle, a crack of a twig, echoed in the air.My heart hammered in my chest.Astrid, my wolf, stirred faintly in the back of my mind. She was still weak, her voice a feathered whisper, a shiver of consciousness brushing against me instead of her usual fiery roar.Something’s coming. Her warning was faint, but it tightened my spine.I slowed, breath frosting in the cold air, eyes scanning the thick darkness. “It’s just the wind,” I whispered.But it wasn’t.Not this time.A low g

Alara’s POVThe drive to the Lycan Kingdom stretched out beneath a blanket of mist-kissed forest, the dense trees on either side of the road blurring into dark smears as the car sped forward. It was just the two of us in the car.I sat rigidly, my hands resting protectively over my abdomen, while Xavier drove beside me in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence — not exactly. More like a silence filled with things neither of us knew how to say yet.It felt surreal. Hours ago, I was standing in Kael’s pack hall with every wolf’s eyes drilling into me as I chose to forgive their Alpha and his beloved Luna. And now… I was in the Lycan King’s car, heading toward a kingdom most wolves only heard about in whispered rumors. A place where Lycans ruled and wolves tread carefully.Xavier finally broke the silence.“Why did you spare them?”His voice was deep, calm, but there was an undercurrent to it. A mix of curiosity and something else — something darker. His eyes stayed on the road, but

Alara’s POVThe first thing I noticed as I woke was silence — heavy, still, and almost suffocating.And then came the shuffling. Soft, muted sounds drifted in from somewhere outside my door. Boots, maybe. Low voices. Something being moved around. Whatever it was, it wasn’t subtle. They tried to be quiet, but I was a wolf — no, barely a wolf right now — yet my senses were still sharper than a human’s.A small part of me wondered what they were doing. A larger part felt overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. One moment I’d been running for my life, the next I’d been thrown into an entirely different world — Xavier’s world.The Lycan King’s world.I pulled the blankets tighter around myself, trying and failing to push those thoughts back. My heart kept racing anyway.Hours passed. I didn’t leave the room. I wasn’t ready. The walls looked ancient — stone overlain with carved patterns like waves or crescent moons. Everything inside felt too expensive, to

Alara’s POVXavier didn’t let go of my hand as we left the terrace. His grip was warm, steady, almost grounding — dangerously so. The quiet corridor leading toward the heart of the palace hummed with shadows and soft lantern glow, but all I felt was the awareness of him beside me.He didn’t say where we were going, but I didn’t ask. Something about the way he walked… confident, sure, yet almost restless… told me he needed me near.When he pushed open a tall double door, I realized he’d taken me to his office.It was large but not intimidating — lined with old maps, shelves of scrolls and books, and a wide desk cluttered with documents and wax-sealed letters. The fireplace glowed softly, casting warmth across the room. It felt lived-in, personal.Xavier walked around the desk, set aside a few parchments — and then simply reached for me.There was no hesitation. He wrapped an arm around my waist and tugged me gently into his lap as he settled into his chair.A small gasp escaped me at th

Xavier’s POVThe cold shower hadn’t helped. Not a goddamn bit.I stood there for what felt like an eternity, long after our training session ended, letting the water savage my back. I forced my breathing into a slow, measured cadence, desperately trying to lock my Lycan away before I annihilated what little control I had left. Before I tore into her, before I claimed her with my teeth, before I took her in a way her still-recovering body was nowhere near ready to handle.But the moment I stepped out of the steam, the memory of her pressed beneath me during training — her soft, firm thighs bracketing my hips through the thin fabric of my trousers, the sharp little sound of her breath getting caught when my hand accidentally raked the inside of her knee — hit me again like a damn punch to the gut.I ran a frustrated, soaking hand through my hair and exhaled a sharp, choked sound.I had made a mistake. A catastrophic one.I should never have insisted on training her myself, not when the p