All Chapters of Mated To The Lycan King Who Can’t Let Go: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"I brought you the tea instead of the servant today," Kyle said. Finally. Three long days of doing absolutely nothing had me itching for trouble. I took the cup from him. "I know you've just been sneaking around or something like I'm not here. Tell me everything you've heard." "Well there isn't much of anything to tell you since nothing really important is happening." Kyle sat across from me and poured his own tea, far too relaxed for my liking. "As usual master is the talk of the home. But this time it's because you're staying in this room." "Seriously?" I asked. It was just a damn room. "You haven't noticed everyone being cautious of you?" Kyle asked. I had. Of course I had. But asking why would've been tacky, and queens don't ask questions that expose uncertainty. "I just thought they were being nice." "Nice? The people of Rum?" Kyle snorted. "They've got sticks up their ass and they're super territorial. If it weren't for master I wouldn't be able to walk around freely and n

The morning of the temple banquet was so bright it felt like the sun had been personally instructed to spotlight us. Like the whole world was waiting for the moment we'd be announced as part of the Blackfoot family tree. The stakes weren't subtle. Remus and I weren't just being introduced to society. We were being validated. Our legitimacy, our claim, our very existence in the eyes of the kingdom—being stamped in ink. In other words: coronation-level importance. And the preparation had been intense. "You have to wear that fairy tear necklace the duchess gave you," he insisted, finishing the zipper on my dress. "Breathe in for a second." "Do I have to do that much?" I asked, inhaling deeply, watching the way he tightened the fabric around my ribs like he was sealing a coffin. "What are you talking about? You're the main character for today. And you also represent Remus's dignity, so you have to shine brighter than everyone in the room. Got it." Fuck, this dress is tight. I sta

I wanted to scream. I wanted to tear her apart. I wanted to show everyone the part of me that didn't care about rules or consequences. But I didn't. Because I was wrong. I'd been wrong to assume Isabelle would try to kill Remus or Nyx. I'd spent so much time building walls around them, preparing for the worst, that I forgot the other kind of threat. Women, I realized, fought differently. Not with force. With manipulation. With words or poison. I had taken care of the manipulation part—building Nyx's status, securing her place, making her untouchable. But I hadn't considered that some threats weren't about touching her at all. They were about replacing her. And if Dennis had indeed set this girl up, I didn't know how to handle it. I watched Nyx do it. Goddess knows I’d just screw this up. She was an expert. As long as we stayed at the banquet with the iterim temple master, Isabelle would be forced to defend herself in front of everyone. And the moment she lied again, she'd be

"T-temple master don't be deceived! Nyx Monsoon is a liar and a thief! Even now you've mistaken her as the daughter of a saint! It's clear she's taking advantage of that!" the idiot argued, desperation leaking out of every syllable. "At least verify—" "What do you mean?" the old fart cut in, offended on a personal level. "When I first met the girl she healed me fully just like her mother could do. I've verified it firsthand." I almost laughed. Who knew one day my healing would turn into the most inconvenient character witness imaginable? The idiot started looking around the room like someone had promised him backup that never showed. His eyes finally landed on Dennis. "Dennis! Dennis! The king is your cousin, right? Please mediate this! I was just following—" "Woah there, don't make a scene," Dennis interrupted smoothly. Too smoothly. "Guards, it's best to send this guy home!" "And keep him under house arrest until further notice," the old fart added without missing a beat. The

A solid week went by... and still no trace of Levi. It was just yesterday Kyle told me the truth: Levi had been banned from the temple grounds by the old man after the banquet. A soft ban, supposedly. A "temporary measure." A "protective decision." All the same bullshit excuse for the old man's obsession. Honestly? Being watched by Levi was better than this. I didn't trust the servants. I didn't trust the temple. I didn't trust the people running it like they were handling fragile porcelain instead of actual lives. I was more pissy than I'd ever been. I hated the temple arrogance, and I hated the uptight little men in their robes who acted like the entire world owed them a kneel. And I missed Levi. I missed his whining and clingy ways. I missed him cuddling me until my bones softened. I missed the way he got jealous over nothing. I missed him being mine, like he is always supposed to be. I wasn't in the attic anymore. I wasn't hiding. I wasn't afraid. So why the fuck was I st