All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Pet: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Camilla’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.Maxwell’s words kept replaying in my head over and over again.Dane knows it was you.Every time I closed my eyes, I could almost see his face cold, furious, and humiliated. Dane had always been a man who thrived on control. Losing his company wasn’t just a financial loss. It was a public humiliation.And men like Dane never accepted humiliation quietly.I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the dark window across the room. The city lights flickered faintly in the distance, but they did little to calm the storm in my chest.My phone rested beside me.Silent.Too silent. Maxwell had promised to call again if he heard anything new, but hours had passed.My fingers drifted to my neck unconsciously.The mark. Even now, the skin there felt warm, like a faint flame burning beneath the surface.Luciano.Just thinking about him made my stomach twist.That kiss.The memory of it rushed back before I could stop it. The heat. The way his hands had pulle

Camilla’s POVWork had always been the one place where my mind could stay clear.Numbers made sense. Strategies made sense. Business followed logic. Unlike people, it didn’t twist emotions into something messy and unpredictable.That was exactly why I forced myself to come to the office this morning.After everything that happened last night with the council, Luciano, and Dane, the last thing I needed was to sit alone thinking about it.So I buried myself in work.My office sat on the top floor of the company building, surrounded by glass walls that overlooked the city. From up here, everything looked calm. Organized.Controlled.Very different from the chaos that seemed to follow me lately.I flipped through a set of sketches book on my desk, reviewing a new contract proposal when the sound of raised voices outside my office reached my ears.At first, I ignored it.My employees were professionals. They could handle most situations without involving me.But the voices didn’t stop.In

Camilla’s POVThe word war lingered in the air long after I said it.For a moment, neither of us spoke.Luciano stood a short distance away, his posture relaxed, but there was a shift in him I could not ignore. It was not obvious. Most people would not have noticed it. But I did.Something had changed.“So,” he said at last, his voice calm but carrying a quiet weight, “he has decided to stop hiding.”I folded my arms, leaning slightly against the edge of my desk as I studied him.“This is not just anger anymore.”“No,” he replied, his gaze steady. “It is not.”He moved toward the window, looking out over the city below as if the answer to everything lay somewhere beyond the glass. The silence between us stretched, but it was not empty. It was filled with calculation, with tension, with the quiet understanding that whatever came next would not be simple.“An Alpha gathering is not something Dane can call without reason,” he continued. “Not after everything that has already happened.”“

Camilla’s POVThe studio had always been my sanctuary, a place where order existed and beauty could be controlled. Today, though, it felt fragile, as if one wrong word or glance could fracture it entirely. The walls gleamed under the soft light, mannequins stood poised, and every design I had poured hours into rested perfectly in its place. But the atmosphere was charged with something I couldn’t name. Every step I took, every adjustment I made to the folds of a gown or the placement of a sleeve, felt observed, scrutinized.The clients and investors were arriving for the private showcase, a carefully curated event meant to secure loyalty before the public presentation. Normally, this would be routine. Today, even the simplest introductions felt like walking into a minefield. The whispers started almost immediately: questions about my involvement with Luciano, speculation that I was leveraging connections, insinuations that my rise wasn’t earned it was bought. I ignored them. If I re