Todos os capítulos de Mated To The Lycan King Who Can’t Let Go: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

I knew immediately what this was. A test. And a spectacularly stupid time for one, because if Nyx was testing me now it meant she genuinely thought I'd planned her kidnapping. As if I'd set up a crime scene just to impress her. I wasn't ever going full fake-psycho again. It backfired so hard! And why in hell would she think I was involved? If I'd just told her the sweater had a tracker woven into the damn collar, she'd know exactly how I found her. But no, I had to play the cool king instead of the wolf that I am. And she still had no idea how hard I'd fought myself after she drenched the warehouse in her heat scent. She didn't know I almost marked her. Permanently. That I had to dig my claws into my own thigh to stay sane. Especially after she'd looked at me— burning and hot—and called me her mate. Whatever. After I deal with the one responsible, she'll finally see that I'm planted firmly on her side. I walked down the hall to the observation room, joining Evan behind the

Levi and I slipped behind the lantern stalls, where the festival noise filtered out into a soft hum and the only things moving were drifting sparks from paper lights and the occasional feral child sprinting by like high on sugar. We found a bench tucked in the shadows—a perfect place to corner someone if I wanted to. Old habits die hard. "So what did you want to know?" Levi asked. I shrugged, "Just normal stuff?" "Okay." He clasped his hands, thinking. "Well, I had a very easy childhood. Two loving parents. Only child so all the attention was on me. Everyone loved me." That was his whole summary? "...Must be nice." "It wasn't." No hesitation. "People didn't actually like me. They idolized me for being born to my parents. Everyone flattered me and just agreed with anything I said. Even when I knew I was wrong, I still got praised. No one ever challenged me at all. It was so weird that everyone was lying to me and telling me not to lie. Everyone was such hypocrites." I leaned back

I practically launched out of bed like someone plugged me directly in. Today was the day! Two weeks of planning, imagining Kori's face when she saw me in a higher position in life than her— and now all four of those bastards were marching straight into my territory. My world. My rules. My revenge. I was glowing. Levi, meanwhile, was slowly waking up like a confused cat as I tore through my new wardrobe. "You look like you're dressed for a funeral," he said, rubbing his eyes. I smoothed down my all-black outfit and grinned like a demon. "Good." He sat up straighter—instantly cautious. "Can I talk to you first before the day starts?" "About?" "We should alter our deal," he said. "Since things have changed." I froze. "Nyx... I can feel your emotions." He placed a hand on his chest. "And I know you can feel mine sometimes. So can we be honest with each other from now on?" I turned to him slowly. "I don't trust you." He blinked. Once. Twice. "Why not?" he asked softly. "Af

The court courtyard was loud, boisterous, and overflowing with foreign officials pretending to be friendly while calculating which direction the power was going to shift. Perfect. "Have a drink with us, your majesty!" Nelson called, waving Levi and me over like he owned the damn place. Dante and Kori were seated with him. Levi's expression went straight to disgust before a forced politeness. I caught it. He hated this as much as I enjoyed it. "Come and let me show you off," I said sweetly. "Or... I can do this myself." "No, no, I'm coming," he said instantly, tightening his grip around my waist. He hadn't let go of me for even one second since we arrived. Yes. Perfect act. Let them see. We sat. Immediately, Dante's eyes locked on to me right away. I could feel the fury pouring off him in waves. Kori noticed, as usual, and curled closer to him like she was scared he'd explode. "Take a sip, Dante," Kori whispered. He didn't look away from me. "Do you know how much I miss you

The clinic smelled like antiseptic and desperation. I sat beside Levi, legs crossed, posture perfect, like I absolutely did not just bury someone's daughter's public image in front of half the capital and foreign delegates. Hazel sat across from me seething while Dante paced grooves into the tile. Finally, the healer emerged holding three folders. "One for Kori Jones, Nyx Monsoon, and Tyler Oliver?" she called. The tension snapped like a bowstring. "All three reports have come back clean." ...Clean? My mind screeched so loudly I almost looked impressed: What the fuck kind of drug leaves no trace?! That can't be right. "What? CLEAN?!" Dante's voice cracked like puberty hit him again. "No—no, that's impossible! Kori was—she—WHAT?!" Hazel launched forward. "CLEAN?! CLEAN?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN CLEAN?!!" "No toxins, no sedatives, no illegal substances," the healer said evenly. "All samples are entirely clear." Hazel clutched her pearls like she'd been stabbed. "Check it A