All Chapters of WANTED! KING NOLAN'S OBSESSION.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

38 Chapters

21: An Extra day

Ronnie’s POVBreakfast felt heavier than usual.Not because of the food.Because of the silence.I sat at the long dining table, my fingers lightly wrapped around the fork, but I hadn’t taken a bite in a while. The clinking of cutlery echoed softly around the room, yet no one spoke. It wasn’t the peaceful kind of silence. It was the uncomfortable one. The kind that pressed against your skin and made you aware of every breath you took.I slowly lifted my head.That was when I noticed it.Their eyes.All of them.They weren’t saying anything. Not a single word. But they were looking at me. Not just looking. Studying. Judging. Measuring.It felt like I was sitting under a bright spotlight.I shifted slightly in my seat.Is there something on my face?The thought came instinctively. My hand moved toward my cheek, brushing lightly, but I felt nothing unusual.Why are they looking at me like that?I lowered my gaze again, pretending to focus on the plate in front of me. But even without loo

22: My days are numbered

Nolan’s POVThe council chamber always smelled the same as always.The long oval table dominated the center of the chamber. Its surface gleamed under the dim lighting, reflecting the faint glow from the ornate candelabras placed along the walls. The table was wide, enough to seat dozens comfortably, yet intimate in a way that made each voice louder, each word heavier. Every chair was filled. The elders were already seated, their robes flowing around them like water frozen in motion. They were a sea of silent power.As I entered, every pair of eyes turned toward me. The intensity was immediate, piercing. Judging. Waiting. Challenging. Their scrutiny wasn’t subtle. It weighed on me, as if every movement, every step, every breath I took could be dissected and found wanting.I had expected that.I walked deliberately, each step echoing slightly against the polished floor, and took my seat at the head of the table. The chair creaked softly beneath my weight, a minor sound in the otherwise

23: What is it this time?

Ronnie’s POVThe warm water slid down my shoulders like liquid silk, slow and comforting. It pooled at the small of my back, tracing the curve of my spine before dripping toward the floor, tiny rivers against the smooth porcelain of the tub. I closed my eyes, tilting my head slightly as the steam curled around me, thick and heavy. It wrapped me like a soft blanket, hiding me from the rest of the world, shielding me from everything that had been chasing me lately. Outside the glass door, the world might as well not have existed. The outside, the noise, the stress, the obligations—everything that felt pressing, urgent, and unavoidable was muted, dissolved by the gentle hiss of the water and the scent of warm soap lingering in the air.I stayed there longer than I should have. I could hear the clock somewhere in the apartment ticking, a soft, relentless reminder that minutes were slipping by. But the warmth made me forget. It loosened the tension in my muscles, melted the tightness in my

24: Mate!

Ronnie’s POVI eyed the letter in his hand like it might explode.He didn’t say anything. Just stood there, arm slightly extended, waiting for me to take it. His calmness annoyed me. It always did. It was like nothing ever shook him. Like the world could crumble and he would still stand there with that same unreadable face.I took the letter slowly.“What is it this time?” I repeated, my voice laced with suspicion.“A reminder,” he said simply.I frowned and unfolded it.My eyes scanned the contents quickly. My brows drew together as I read.“A business dinner?” I muttered.“Yes.”I looked up at him. “And?”“They expect their partners to attend with them.”My stomach sank slightly.“And you’re telling me this because…?”“You’re going with me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Prepare yourself to appear as mine in public.”The words settled in the air between us.Appear as mine.I didn’t like how that sounded. It felt heavy.“I don’t have a choice, do I?” I asked dryly.

Chapter 25

Ronnie’s POV"Hold still your majesty... we'll be at the Kingdom soon." One of the guys said from the front seat, his voice portraying his fear.My heart felt so heavy.Everything in front of me just felt like a nightmare that refused to end.I used the flowing part of my gown to soak the blood, pressing against it to stop it from goshing.The blood was way too much.“Stay with me,” I whispered again, my voice cracking.He didn’t respond.His head leaned slightly to one side as he fought to stay awake. I could already feel his pulse weakening, but he was struggling so hard to stay awake.The strong, unshakable man who always looked untouchable now looke fragile. And the sight terrified me more than anything else.The car sped forward, the noise from the engine blasting across the road. We were going way too fast. At this point, anyone would get scared that an accident would happen, but unlike a normal person would think, I didn't think that way. I even wished that the car could go fas

26: Gold digger!

Ronnie’s POV“I’m sorry… I can’t.”My voice came out firmer than I expected. It didn’t shake. It didn’t crack like I thought it would, but it carried a quiet finality.Her eyes widened.“What?” she barked, her brows pulling together sharply. The anger on her face rose so fast it almost made me scared. “What do you mean you can’t?”Her words echoed in the hallway, but I barely heard them at first. My mind drifted, replaying the moment that refused to leave my mind. It flashed before my eyes like it had happened only seconds ago. The way he had grabbed me without hesitation. The way he didn’t even pause to think. He just knew. He knew he would protect me, even if it meant taking the hit himself. Even if it meant bleeding.Even if it meant risking his life.The memory tightened something inside my chest.I shook my head slowly, forcing myself back to the present. “I can’t leave the Kingdom when the King is in such condition.”Her expression hardened instantly, like stone turning colder.

27: Get out, now!

Sloane's POV"Don't do this to me, please!" Her stupid voice kept echoing around the once quiet house.I looked down at her figure being dragged over the house, and I didn't feel as much satisfaction as I should. I wanted to do something more. Something that would make me know that I have gotten rid of her completely."Get her belongings and throw them out with her..." I declared, the words falling out of my mouth faster than I could completely think about them. "I don't want any dirt of hers left in this house," I added. The whole thing felt so sensible to me, so much so that I didn't even think to correct myself.I guess this was enough... I said to myself.Everyone still stood at their positions; no one moved, except the guards who had been dragging her out shamelessly.I turned to two of the maids defiantly. "Should I relieve you guys from your duties, or will you go upstairs there and get her bags down here for me!" The tone of my voice sliced through their thoughts. I watched th

28: Why were you scared?

Ronnie’s POVI looked at her… the Queen Mother.She stood there like she had all the time in the world, her heel still dangerously close to my injured hand. Her eyes were cold, hard, and full of pure hatred.“Get out,” she hissed again. “Before I decide that throwing you out isn’t enough of a lesson.”I opened my mouth. I wanted to speak. I wanted to beg her one last time. Not for me… but for him. For the man upstairs fighting for his life.But the words died in my throat.The guards bent down, their hands tightening around my already injured arms. Their grip told me this was it. They were about to drag me out, for good. The final push that will send me out of the palace forever.“What the heck do you think you’re doing?”The voice didn’t just interrupt the moment.It shattered everything.His voice was low. Rough. Furious. Everything one could use to classify a man who had just watched his mate being dragged out and humiliated.Despite how low his voice was, the sound rolled through

Chapter 29

Nolan’s POVJust moments ago, I laid down helplessly on the bed, the doctors rushing over me. The pain from the arrow stretched over my back. It wasn’t something I could not endure. As a matter of fact I had gotten struck by arrows, blades, even bullets, countless times in the past, but I have no idea why this one weakened me this much.The speed at which it drained life from me was something I couldn’t understand.The doctors kept giving orders to themselves as they struggle to sustain my health.Through all of it, I was awake… but extremely useless.Every time I tried to move, the pain became even more intense, it felt like my veins were on fire.“He’s losing too much blood,” one of the doctor’s whispered.“The poison is spreading… it’s getting close to his heart,” another said.I could only wish that I had the solution, but in reality, I could only be patient and let them do their thing.But suddenly, a different type of pain flashed through my chest. I knew that feeling so well… “

30: I have a Job for you!

Olivia’s POVI dropped from the white SUV that had come to pick me up from my dorm room. Before I could get to the last stairs on the staircase, the heavy doors of the palace were pulled open by the guards that were standing right in front of the door."Greetings your majesty!" They bowed, their heads not lifting until I had gone past them.I didn't bother answering them, I never did. I just kept tapping on my phone.I had walked for over five minutes before I realised that no one had rushed to me to collect my bag. That was when my head snapped up.I paused for a second, waiting for someone to come take my bags. Waiting for my father’s voice. Waiting for Aunt Sloane to ask about my final exams at the Lycan University.Nothing.I had only been gone for a week. Just one week buried in lectures, social politics, and endless theories. The palace was never this quiet. Normally, the place smelled of Aunt Sloane’s expensive lilies, mixed with the constant movement of staff going up and down

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