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All Chapters of Mated to My Father's Lycan King Friend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

[Sylvia's POV]I was staring at the mirror, suffocating in a dull, pastel pink dress that made me look like an obedient nun.Little did I know, twenty minutes later, that same modest dress would be soaked entirely in my own black, poisoned blood.Pink was always my future mate Carl's choice. 'Ladies shouldn't draw too much attention. A true Luna is modest. You're dressing for me now.' he had said.He was the future alpha of my neighbor pack. I fell for him for 4 years. He had shifted days ago. He told me the Moon Goddess had confirmed I was his fated mate.And he promised me a grand surprise by the lake at midnight.Wanting to make him happy, wanting to be the perfect future Luna of his Demon Forest Pack, I slipped into the dull fabric, ignoring how it completely washed out my golden-brown hair and my rare amber eyes.My father, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, always said my eyes were the exact mirror of my mother's, the woman who vanished without a trace ten years ago.I sighed, gla

Chapter 2

[Alaric's POV]Ten minutes to midnight.Cold mist clung to my skin, soaking into my dark shirt.The twisted, ancient pines of the mountain forest blurred past me.My wolf, Paul, pushed against my mind, his massive paws tearing up the damp earth as we sprinted. Two miles out from the Silver Moon Pack borders.I reached for the leather pouch tied tight against my chest. My rough fingers brushed the cold glass of the small crystal vial inside.Two pills rested at the bottom, pulsing with a faint, burning crimson light, like dying embers.Phoenix Blood. The royal family's deepest secret."Who would've thought? The great Lycan King needing a breather."Floating gracefully on a woven rug ten feet in the air was Cassie, the Head Witch. The Head Witch.Her fiery red hair cut through the dreary gray fog, and her amber eyes looked down at me with pure disdain.Yesterday, this crazy woman had stormed into my palace, demanding I take the Phoenix Blood to save my fated mate from being murdered at

Chapter 3

[Sylvia's POV]My head throbbed.I dragged a ragged breath into my lungs, expecting to choke on the stench of my own blood and wolfsbane. Instead, my nose twitched.Clean linen. Rubbing alcohol. And...motor oil?"How is she holding up, Doc?""She has a mild concussion. Keep her resting, and she should be back on her feet by tomorrow."My heart stalled in my chest. No. It couldn't be."Thanks, Dr. Johnson."Patrick!!!!!My heavy eyelids snapped open. The harsh sunlight streaming through the window blinded me for a second before my vision focused on the silhouette standing at the foot of my bed.Messy, dark brown hair. Broad shoulders. Those warm, mischievous amber eyes that were the exact mirror of my own.It was my twin brother!!! My dead twin brother."Patrick!!!" I choked out. The word tore from my dry throat like a dying sob."Hey, Via, are you—"Before he could finish, I kicked off the heavy duvet and launched myself across the mattress.My arms clamped around his neck in a vice g

Chapter 4

[Sylvia's POV]"Carl and Freya are here to see you," George announced from the doorway.My blood turned to ice.I wasn't ready. I was still twenty now. My wolf was still dormant, fast asleep deep within my soul.I had no supernatural strength to defend myself, and my mind was a chaotic mess of trauma and phantom pains.If I looked at Carl right now, I didn't know if I would scream or try to claw his eyes out with my human nails."No," I snapped, my voice harsher than intended. "Don't let them in. Tell them I'm asleep. Tell them anything."George blinked in surprise. He glanced at Patrick, who simply gave a firm nod."As you wish, Lady Sylvia," George murmured, pulling the heavy oak door shut.Patrick leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. "You seem terrified of your perfect future mate after a little bump on the head."I offered a noncommittal hum, pulling the duvet over my lap.My heart hammered wildly against my ribs.I needed to think. I needed a plan to tear them apart piec

Chapter 5

[Alaric's POV]Ten Hours LaterThe dense, unnatural fog of the Silver Moon borders clung to the towering pine trees. Standing right at the entrance of the labyrinth, perched casually on a floating woven rug, was Cassie.Except, she didn't look like a middle-aged woman today. She looked no older than twenty, her fiery red hair tied back in a messy braid."You're late," she huffed, pointing a carved wooden wand at my chest. "Keeping a lady waiting? And you call yourself the Lycan King?"I narrowed my eyes, stepping closer. "You remember the time jump?"Cassie shrugged, inspecting her nails. "Nope. But I woke up drained of a massive amount of magic. I had a vision of opening a time rift to send two souls backward. Since I'm standing here waiting for a giant dog, I assume it worked. Now keep quiet and follow me."I followed her as the magic carpet glided silently over the damp earth, parting the thick fog. I studied her profile."Witches never meddle in werewolf affairs," I noted, keeping

Chapter 6

[Sylvia's POV]I wiped my nose with the crisp white tissue, keeping my head down against my father's chest."Lady Sylvia, I am standing by the door," George's voice echoed from the hallway to my right.I froze. If George was over there... who had just handed me the tissue from my left?Slowly, I turned my head. And looked up. And up.My breath physically caught in my throat.Standing just inside my bedroom was a man who looked slightly older than Patrick. He was massive. He had to be at least six-foot-one, with incredibly broad shoulders that completely filled out his dark, fitted shirt. His dark brown hair was perfectly, effortlessly tousled.But it was his eyes that pinned me in place. They were a deep, endless midnight blue.He wasn't doing anything. He was just standing there, staring down at me. Yet he exuded an ancient, quiet danger, a lethal stillness that made the air in the room feel suffocatingly thin.My heart did a ridiculous, violent flip.A strange, invisible thread seem

Chapter 7

[Sylvia's POV]The room fell dead silent.Alaric turned his head slightly, his dark brows pulling together into a dangerous, lethal frown.The moment I saw Freya's face, the phantom pain in my wrists exploded into agonizing reality.I could physically feel the cold, silver daggers piercing my skin. I could smell the burning, acrid stench of wolfsbane. I could hear her sickening, victorious giggles as she condemned me to rot in the dirt.A feral, uncontrollable rage surged through my human veins.I didn't care that my father's imposing best friend was watching us. I didn't care that my head throbbed with a concussion.I closed the distance between us in three quick strides. I raised my hand and slapped her across the face with every ounce of strength I possessed.SMACK.The sound cracked through the bedroom like a gunshot.Freya stumbled backward, her ridiculous high heels twisting beneath

Chapter 8

[Sylvia's POV]The terrifying scent of wolfsbane vanished, replaced entirely by dark, rich chocolate and the heavy ozone of a thunderstorm.The sheer heat radiating from his body seeped through my thin clothes, chasing away the ice in my veins. His touch wasn't tight or restricting. It was a heavy, grounding anchor that physically pulled my mind out of the bloody memory.I sucked in a desperate breath, looking up.Alaric's expression was an emotionless mask, but his jaw was clenched so tight the muscle ticked under his tanned skin. His hands remained steady on my shoulders, a silent, absolute promise of protection.To him, I was just his best friend's daughter. But the security pooling in my stomach felt far too deep for a simple acquaintance."Thank you," I breathed out, the words barely audible.He gave a slow, minute nod. His thumbs brushed gently against my collarbones—a fleeting, almost accidental friction that sent a wild spark skittering down my spine.Carl scoffed, taking a st

Chapter 9

[Carl's POV]"Don't be stupid," I cut her off harshly. "The Lycan King is the most powerful predator on the continent. He doesn't hide out in rural packs pretending to be a mute tutor. He resides in the Central Palace."My own logic started to calm my racing heart. It made sense. A King wouldn't be playing bodyguard to a wolfless twenty-year-old girl.Freya nodded slowly, eager to agree with me. "You're right. He's probably just a rogue. I've heard there are black-market drugs that can temporarily project a massive aura to scare off rivals. That was all just an illusion. You're the strongest Alpha heir I've ever seen, Carl."I let her sweet, flattering words wash over me, soothing the massive dent Sylvia had just left in my ego. Yes. A trick. An illusion. Alaric was just a freak with a mute mouth and a pocket full of illegal aura-enhancers.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, narrowing my eyes at the blonde clinging to my arm. "You're sure about the mate bond?"Freya hesitated

Chapter 10

[Sylvia's POV]The red taillights of Carl's cheap sedan disappeared down the dark dirt road. I stood by my bedroom window, my palms pressed flat against the cool glass, my breath fogging the pane.Good riddance.My gaze dropped to the edge of the dense pine forest. Standing perfectly still in the deep shadows, half-swallowed by the moonlight, was a massive silhouette. Alaric.The golden glow in his eyes was gone, but the sheer, commanding weight of his presence still rolled over the lawn.Buzz.I jumped, startled by the sudden vibration on my nightstand. I walked over and picked up my phone. It was an unassigned number.Alaric: Don't be afraid of them. I'm here.It had to be him. Just a simple, eight-word message. But reading it melted the icy knot of anxiety in my chest.Carl used to drown me in sweet, empty promises that meant absolutely nothing. Alaric used his silence like a heavy, iron shield. He didn't demand my attention or force me to talk; he just stood guard.I sank onto the

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