All Chapters of Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alara’s POVSleep never truly came that night.It hovered just out of reach, like a shore I could see but never step onto. Every time my eyes fluttered closed, my instincts dragged me back, sharp and alert, as if something unseen prowled just beyond the wards.Astrid was awake too.She paced inside me, restless and bristling, her hackles raised. ‘Too many eyes,’ she murmured. ‘Too many shields.’“I know,” I whispered into the dark, one hand resting over my belly, the other clutching the edge of the blankets as if they could anchor me.The pendant at my throat pulsed fai

Alara’s POVThe first howl reached the Midnight Pack just before dawn.It cut through my sleep like a blade — sharp, urgent, and wrong.I woke with a gasp, my hand flying instinctively to my belly as Astrid surged awake within me, hackles raised, senses flaring. The wards around the pack shuddered faintly, a ripple of crescent energy brushing against my skin like a warning.“Not ours,’ Astrid growled inside me. ‘That howl carries rot.’I pushed myself upright slowly, breathing through the tightness in my chest. The room was dim, shadows stretching along the stone walls, the violet glow of my pendant pulsing softly against my sternum. It had been doing that more often lately — responding to things I couldn’t yet see, threats I couldn’t fully name.Outside, boots thundered across the courtyard. Commands followed — short, sharp, controlled.It was Ronan.He didn’t raise his voice often, but when he did, the pack moved as one.I wrapped a shawl around myself and moved to the window, carefu

Ronan’s POVSilence had followed me since the night before.Not the peaceful kind — the kind that lingered after Alara and I had sat by the fire, close enough to feel, far enough to endure. That silence stayed with me as dawn broke, as the pack stirred, as I forced myself to resume the role of Alpha instead of the man who had nearly failed himself.I had stepped away first. Again.Because if I hadn’t, I wasn’t sure I would have stopped.I had agreed to help Xavier knowing full well what it would cost me. I told myself it was my duty. Old alliance. Honor between Alphas. A debt owed for wars fought side by side long before crowns and titles weighed us down.That was the lie I repeated.The truth was simpler, and far more dangerous.I had seen Alara that first night not as a symbol, not as the Crescent-marked Luna the world whispered about, but as a woman running on instinct and pain, holding herself together by sheer will. I had seen the way she flinched at shadows, the way her wolf curl

Alara’s POVMonths passed the way winter did — quietly and relentlessly, reshaping everything in their wake.I felt it in my body first in the form of a weight low in my belly which was no longer a secret ache but a visible truth. My hands drifted there often now, instinctively, in a protective way. The curve beneath my palms felt unreal some days, as though I might wake and find it gone. That it would turn out to be another dream, another illusion my life had perfected.But the twins were real. Their presence grounded me in ways nothing else could.My reflection changed with each passing week. The hollows in my cheeks filled. The constant exhaustion eased into something gentler, something warmer. There was a glow, others pointed it out before I could see it myself. A soft silver sheen beneath my skin, crescent energy no longer flaring wildly but settling into a steady rhythm that matched the lives growing inside me.Astrid noticed it first.‘You are stronger,’ she murmured one morning

Alara’s POVI first sensed the shift before I heard the words.The Midnight Pack had a rhythm now — one I had learned to recognize even in my sleep. Footsteps along the corridors, the cadence of guards changing shifts, the quiet hum of wards layered into stone and soil. But that morning, the rhythm faltered. Ronan’s aura changed.It pressed outward from his office like a tightening storm, restrained but unmistakable. Astrid stirred uneasily inside me, her hackles rising.‘Something is wrong,’ she murmured.I rested a hand over my belly, steadying myself, and followed the pull of unease down the corridor.I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.But the voices carried.“…this is the third summons in two weeks.”“That makes five Alphas now.”“They’re calling it an emergency council.”I slowed my steps, my heart beginning to thud.Ronan’s voice came next — low, controlled, dangerous in its calm. “They can call it whatever they want. I’m not going.”A sharp inhale answered him. His Beta. “You can’t si