All Chapters of Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Lucian’s POVI sat on the upper courtyard terrace, my knees pulled toward my chin while the noise and string-heavy music from the gardens echoed off the palace walls. Floating lanterns drifted through the dark beneath a heavy moon, casting a gold glaze across the gardens where wolves were currently drinking spiced wine around the fire pits.The liquid ink of the shadows curled lazily across the stone flags beside my boots. They were stable tonight. They moved with a slack, matching the slow drop of my own pulse.“Here you are, all by yourself again.”I didn't turn my head as Artemis scrambled onto the stone railing beside me, her linen apron carrying the telltale grease marks of two stolen honey pastries.“And you are still not done with stealing them,” I observed.“I have help,” she countered, gesturing toward the dark pools at my feet. “Your creepy emotional support darkness counts as a guard detail.”“They took offense to that definition.”“Good.”One of the shadow lines flicked to

Lucian's POV The second Mama cleared the balcony threshold, I buried my face in my palms.“That was entirely horrible.”From behind the nearest bookshelf, Artemis let out an immediate, loud snort.“You looked like you were going to choke.”“I wasn't choking.”“Your face turned completely red.”“It did not.”“It so did.”I shot a lethal glare at my sister while the shadows curled grumpily around my legs.Artemis dropped onto the velvet library couch, assuming a very dramatic posture while grinning at me with entirely too much satisfaction.“She likes your company, Lu.”“We have only seen six winters.”“So?”“So that makes it weird.”Artemis shrugged her shoulders. “Papa liked Mama when they were smaller too.”I look instantly horrified by the comparison. “Please never enter Papa into my personal life.”“That is a fair point.”The heavy library doors creaked on their hinges before the debate could widen. I straightened my alignment immediately.Selena peeked her head through the opening

Lucian's POVGoodbyes were stupid…I decided that the exact moment my eyes snapped open and were greeted by the miserable gray light of dawn.Actually, I had decided it sometime around three in the morning, during those long, agonizing hours when sleep refused to come and the silence of the room grew heavy. While the rest of the palace slept, one of my shadows had detached itself from the wall, stretching across the floorboards to restlessly poke at the carved wooden wolf sitting on my bedside table.Every single time my eyes drifted to it, my traitorous brain immediately thought of Selena.Which was incredibly annoying. Because today, she was leaving.With a low groan, I rolled over in bed, burying my face in the mattress, and glared sideways at the wooden monstrosity. Sensing my frustration, the shadow wrapped itself protectively around the base of the figurine, shielding it from my hostile stare."You're being dramatic," I muttered under my breath, my voice thick with sleep.The sh

Rylan's POVAs per my request to Xavier, a massive sanctuary camp had been erected across the sprawling outer valleys to house the displaced and the wounded. The sheer volume of rescued wolves had quickly overwhelmed the field medics. That was why I had personally requested Sera’s relocation to the royal palace. We needed her expertise, her rare healing touch, and her calm authority to manage the influx of critical patients brought up from the camps.She had moved into the eastern wing to aid them better. And somehow, without me noticing exactly when the shift occurred, Sera had become the center of my everyday life.It wasn’t dramatic. There had been no grand declaration, no mate bond snapping into place, no cosmic hand of destiny forcing us together. It was just days — hundreds of ordinary, quiet moments stacking on top of one another. It was morning conversations over bitter coffee before she rushed down to the triage wards, late nights reviewing medical supply reports together, a

Rylan's POVI should have known that peace wouldn't last.It wasn't because of an encroaching army, or some newly uncovered threat lurking just outside of our borders. The problem was Xavier. Specifically, Xavier deciding it was a good day to have a personal conversation with me.He found me at the western training grounds just after sunrise. The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and crushed grass. I was halfway through a grueling, sweat-soaked sparring session, my twin blades cutting through the air, when a heavy, familiar presence stepped into the perimeter of the arena.Xavier rarely graced the training grounds these days. That should have been my first warning. The second warning came when he raised a silent hand, dismissing the remaining warriors with a curt nod that left the dirt circle completely empty. I lowered my weapons, letting out a long, irritated sigh. "Whatever this is, I already don't like it."A subtle corner of his mouth twitched upward. "Good