All Chapters of MARRIED TO AN ALPHA, CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was having the best dream. I don't even remember what it was about but I remember the feeling, warm, easy, like nothing in the world needed anything from me. I stretched into it, pulling the blanket higher, chasing the last soft edges of it…“You're awake.”My eyes flew open.There was a man sitting in the chair beside my bed, watching me with an expression so full of disgust like I'd personally offended him just by existing in his vicinity.I shot upright. “Who are you? I demanded, yanking the blanket up to my chest. “How dare you walk into the Blood Moon Luna's room? Do you know who I am? Get out…”“You don't even know who you are talking to?”His voice was sharp, cutting right through mine. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing, like he was looking at something that genuinely puzzled him.I looked at him properly. The way he sat completely at ease in my space, like he had every right to be here. The cold authority sitting all over his face with complete absence of any fe

I sat in the carriage and watched through the window as the two of them finally pulled themselves away from the door. Andrew's hand on her back, she was leaning into him, both of them completely unbothered by the fact that I existed.I rolled my eyes so hard it nearly hurt. What was I thinking, chasing after this man? What version of me looked at Andrew and decided yes, that's the one, let me drag my father into it, and involve the Lycan King himself, to make it a whole royal decree? I must have been out of my mind well before I pretended to lose it.I turned away from the window.One way or another I was getting out of this marriage and back to Blackthron. The sooner the better. Every second I spent watching those two made me more certain of that.When we arrived at the palace I stepped out of the carriage and had to actively stop myself from looking around like someone who had never seen anything this grand. I managed it for about four seconds before the ceiling inside the entrance

I wanted to hear what the King would say about that.Because this marriage had been the King's order. Andrew knew that when he walked through our front door with Hailey on his arm. He had known it every single day for however many months that crescent mark had been sitting behind his ear healing. And now he was sitting in front of the man who had issued that order and asking him to simply set it aside because Andrew had found someone he liked better.The silence stretched for a while because the King set his glass down. And then he turned to me. “What do you have to say about this?”My eyes lit up and I immediately redirected that into something more useful. I let my shoulders drop slightly. I let my breath go a little uneven. I looked up at the King with the expression of a woman who had been holding herself together through considerable difficulty and was only just managing it.“Your Majesty.” I kept my voice soft. “I understand Andrew's happiness at finding his fated mate. Truly. A

Andrew's POVIs she out of her mind?I walked away from the carriage and straight into the packhouse and the question was still sitting in my head like something I couldn't shake loose. Bella. My wife. The woman who had spent two years in my house, who had cried and begged and threatened her own life to get this marriage, who had looked at me across a gathering like I was the answer to every question she'd ever had.That woman had just sat in front of the Lycan King and asked for a divorce.I pushed open the packhouse door and walked through it and tried to locate a reasonable explanation for what had happened tonight and came up completely empty.She was obsessed with me. That wasn't arrogance, that was just fact. She had seen me once and decided she wanted me and hadn't stopped until she had me. Two years of that. Two years of her making my life difficult in every possible way while simultaneously refusing to let go of this marriage with both hands. And now that I had finally found

I should have gone back to the altar and finished my prayer.I should have kept my head down, said what I came to say to the moon goddess, and gotten back in that carriage. That was the sensible thing. That was what any person with sense would have done.Instead my feet were moving.I genuinely could not tell you what it was, curiosity, something else, I don't know. My body was already going toward that door before I had made any conscious decision to move, and Arabella wasn't pushing or straining the way she had at the banquet. It was quieter than that. Like a pull rather than a push. Steady and patient and completely indifferent to whether I wanted to follow it or not.I stopped outside the healers' door.I told myself I was only going to listen for a second."Your Majesty, the curse poison can only be cured by blood purification."The healer's voice came through the door clearly. Low and careful, the kind of voice someone uses when they've been putting off saying something for a lo