Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan king's Secret Triplets: I Ran From My Mate and Hid: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The moon was meant to bless me.That was what I had been told all my life—that on the night my mate claimed me, the Moon Goddess herself would watch from the heavens, smiling upon the bond that would tie two souls together forever. The moon was supposed to be gentle. Protective. Sacred.Yet as I stood beneath its silver glow, dressed in white and trembling from head to toe, the moon felt cold.Judging.I stood in the center of the sacred clearing, surrounded by the Silverclaw Pack. White stones circled the altar, carved with ancient runes that spoke of loyalty, fate, and bonds that could never be broken. The air smelled of burning sage and crushed moonflowers, their fragrance thick enough to make my head spin.Tonight, I was meant to become Luna.Alpha Kalen’s Luna.I should have been happy. Excited. Proud. Any she-wolf would have dreamed of this honor—to be chosen by the Alpha, to stand beside him as his mate, his equal, his strength.But dread coiled in my stomach like a living thin

I woke to the sound of steel.Not the clash of blades, but the steady scrape of metal being sharpened—slow, deliberate, and far too close. My eyes flew open, my body jerking upright before pain tore through my side and forced a sharp cry from my throat.“Don’t move.”His voice was behind me.Low. Controlled. Unyielding.I froze, every nerve screaming as I forced myself to stay still. The room was dim, lit only by the dying embers of the fire and a narrow shaft of moonlight slipping through a crack in the stone wall. This wasn’t a tent or a den.It was a fortress.Stone walls rose around me, carved with symbols I didn’t recognize—older than the runes of the wolf packs, etched deep and deliberate. The air smelled of iron, smoke, and something darker.Power.“You’ll reopen the wound,” he continued, stepping into my line of sight.The Lycan.Up close, there was no mistaking what he was. He was taller than any Alpha I had ever seen, his build heavy with coiled strength. Dark hair fell loos

The fortress was silent once more, but silence no longer meant safety. The acrid scent of blood lingered in the air, sharp and metallic, mixing with the lingering scent of the forest drifting through the open windows. My hands shook uncontrollably, still slick with sweat and the residue of rogue blood. I had never seen anything like Ronan in my life, nor had I ever felt power that heavy pressing against my very bones.I wanted to run. I wanted to flee while I still could. But something—some invisible force—kept my feet planted, my body frozen, my mind screaming for rational escape.Ronan’s eyes never left me. Golden and unyielding, they pierced my very soul. The heat radiating from him was oppressive, almost suffocating, but not just physical. It was something deeper, something my wolf understood instantly. Something that called to her even as I tried to push it away.“You’re trembling,” he said quietly, his voice calm but carrying the weight of command. “Stand still.”I swallowed, fo

The fortress was older than it looked.That realization came to me slowly, not through sight alone but through feeling. The stone beneath my bare feet pulsed faintly with power, as if it remembered every battle fought within these walls, every oath sworn in blood, every scream swallowed by time. I moved through the corridors cautiously, my injured side still aching but no longer slowing me the way it had days ago.Ronan had ordered me to rest.I had ignored him.Rest meant thinking. Thinking meant remembering. And remembering meant reliving betrayal, the way Kalen's hands had once felt safe before they became shackles, the way Mireya's smile had turned poisonous when I wasn't looking. I had not survived all of that to sit quietly in a gilded cage—no matter how powerful its king was.The pull in my chest had not faded since dawn. If anything, it had grown sharper, more precise, like an invisible compass needle constantly turning toward one direction.Him.I clenched my jaw and pushed t

I woke to the sound of a heartbeat that wasn't mine.Strong. Steady. Powerful.For a brief, disorienting moment, I thought I was still dreaming—caught somewhere between wolf and woman, between memory and instinct. Warmth surrounded me, solid and unyielding, and the faint scent of pine, smoke, and something wild filled my lungs.Ronan.The realization snapped me fully awake.I stiffened instantly, my body protesting with a dull ache that radiated through my limbs. I was lying on a wide bed draped in dark linens, stone walls rising around me. The room was dim, lit only by moonlight filtering through tall windows. And beside me—too close—was Ronan.Sitting, not lying. Awake.Golden eyes glowed softly in the dark as he watched me, his posture relaxed but alert, like a predator who never truly slept."You're awake," he said quietly.I pushed myself upright, clutching the blanket to my chest. "Why am I here?""You collapsed," he replied. "Your body shut down.""I didn't ask you to carry me.