All Chapters of Mated To The Lycan King Who Can’t Let Go: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Levi's aunt and uncle looked exactly as uptight as I expected. They sat across from us like twin statues carved from the same block—straight-backed, unmoving, eyes sharp enough to peel off layers of skin. They had the same glare Elise did, only harsher, less tempered by warmth. Elise didn't glare often. These two looked like it was an everyday thing. "Such a pretty lady. Young as well. It wouldn't have been easy raising this child yourself," his aunt—Duchess Blackfoot—said, folding her hands. "You must've had a hard time." Oh.So this was how it was going to be. How do I tell her Levi did a lot of it without me? "Not really," I lied. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "What's your family like?" "My mother's dead. My father's in prison," I said plainly. I let it sit there. If they were going to judge me, they were going to have to do it out loud. "Alone, huh?" she murmured. "How did you take care of yourself? Did you manage well?" That one made my spine prickle. Concer

As bad as I felt for lying to Nyx, she didn't need to know what I was up to. Not yet. Although... I'm pretty sure she's already caught on to what I was doing. She always does. That mind of hers is sharp, but it was proof I could keep up with her. Luckily, I managed to distract her from the fact that someone died—at least for now—by acting up again. Deliberately. Shamelessly. It broke my heart how much it was affecting her, how pale she'd gotten, how she look haunted now. I didn't have a choice. I had to pull her back into the present, even if it meant doing to much. She's noticeably less sick about it now. So the ends definitely justify the means. I had no idea killing someone would hit her this hard. Looking back, she's spared the lives of everyone she's gone against. Dante. Her father. Kori. Kori's mom. Anyone I would've just put down without blinking. But my situation was different. After my first kill, there was never time to stop. Never room to feel. The infantry drilled it i

Even in the suffocating atmosphere, the banquet dragged on. Crystal glasses clinked, silverware scraped porcelain, and every smile felt like it had been refined. "Anyways seriously, it's unbelievable that you grew up in the countryside with those looks," some lady told me, eyes roaming like she was appraising livestock. Goddess, all these people really suck. "Did the men around you leave you alone?" What does it matter? "And it must've been strange since there's no way you wouldn't have been known as a half breed," another woman chimed in, lips pursed in faux concern. "Did people not make some kind of misunderstanding?" Ugh. I scanned the room. No Duke. No duchess. Which meant no leash to keep us here long. Levi was still beside me standing quiet. Good. "We should get going now. Remus is still very young so it's best I get him to bed," I said, already shifting my weight. "If the child is tired just ask a maid to take him to bed. Why do you have to go as well?" "Uh, because he'

Levi barreled into the tea room like a storm incarnate, eyes locking on Dennis's hand clamped to mine. "What a sight to see!" Levi's voice was calm, but every syllable was a hard. In one swift motion, he kicked Dennis over onto the ground. Dennis slid across the polished floor, arms flailing like a ragdoll. "Leviathan!" Dennis's eyes flared with that same hateful arrogance from earlier. Wait—I see his goal was Levi. I had to find a way to check for a tattoo at some point. "You ok?" Levi asked me, voice softer now, concern barely hiding the storm. "Yeah," I said, though my heart still thudded. Dennis scrambled to his feet, indignation radiating. "I can't believe you're intruding on teatime and using violence! You're... mannerless—" "Manners?" Levi raised a brow, sharp as a knife. "Weren't you just clinging onto someone who didn't want it? I already fucking warned you, Dennis. Don't even dream about touching my mate with your rotten intentions and that pea brain of yours, huh?" D

The poker game felt more like an execution of character carried out with butter knives. The longer it stretched, the worse I felt for Levi. He lost every single hand. At first I thought he was pretending. Strategic loss. Some kingly mind game. But no—he played like a man charging a battlefield blindfolded. Reckless. Completely unguarded. Like a dummy. If Levi had ever sat down at a table with his colleagues and cards were involved, he would've been stripped down to his boots and thanked them for the privilege. Sure, he clearly didn't care about a few silver. But this wasn't about money. This was about watching my mate repeatedly walk into the same trap. Painful. Truly painful. "You lost again but I don't have any questions for you," Kyle said cheerfully. How has Levi not caught onto Kyle cheating yet? "Just keep paying me money." "Kyle—" "No I'm sure the games will progress faster this way," Levi said eagerly. "Keep going." I watched him lose five more times. Five. What was