All Chapters of MARRIED TO AN ALPHA, CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN KING : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Bella’s POV. "You knew." The words came out flat. I could hear them in my own ears. They did not sound like my voice. He didn't answer. "Answer me." Nothing. "Every time I came here." My voice was shaking now, the words were coming out unsteady. "Every conversation. Every blood session. Every time you looked at me like..." I stopped. The words caught in my throat. I could feel the heat behind my eyes and I blinked it back. "...you knew." "Yes." One word. That was all he said. I felt something twist in my chest. Something sharp and painful that I could not name. I had been so sure I was imagining things. So sure I was reading too much into every glance, every touch, every moment he held my gaze a second too long. I had told myself I was being ridiculous. I had told myself he was the King. I had told myself he didn't see me that way. And all that time, he had known. "You kissed me." I said it like I was trying to make him remember. In case he had already forgo

Bella's POVHis mouth was on mine and I could not get close enough.I pushed against him, pressing my body into his, and I felt the specific way he winced when my shoulder brushed his wound. I pulled back immediately, my hands going to his chest, holding him still. I could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt, the specific way his heart was pounding under my palm, fast and uneven."Lie down," I said.He looked at me. His eyes were dark, the amber almost black, and I could see the effort it was taking him to stay upright. The black veins on his shoulder were pulsing, visible even in the dim light of the room. His jaw was tight, his breathing shallow."Arabell—""Lie down."I pushed gently against his chest and he let me guide him back toward the bed. I watched him lower himself onto the mattress, watched the specific way his jaw tightened when the movement pulled at his shoulder. His hand came up to grip the sheets, the tendons in his forearm standing out with

Bella's POV Hearing Ethan say I would be divorcing Andrew finally was one of the best things I had ever heard. The words had settled into my chest like something warm and permanent. Like a door finally opening after months of being locked. I had been carrying the weight of that marriage for so long, carrying the weight of Andrew's hands and Andrew's threats and Andrew's cold dismissive eyes, and now it was going to end. Ethan had said it like it was a fact. Like it was already done. Like there was no version of reality where I stayed married to that man. But being claimed by the Lycan King himself topped that. I could still feel him inside me. The memory of it was burned into my skin. The stretch and the fullness and the way he had filled me completely. I could still feel his hands on my hips, the specific way his fingers had pressed into my skin, guiding me, holding me. I could still hear the sound he had made when I sank down onto him, that low rough growl that had vibrated thro

Andrew's POV I carried Hailey through the packhouse doors with her body limp in my arms and her sobs muffled against my chest. The sound of it carried through the entrance hall, reaching every servant, every guard, every pair of eyes that was watching. I made sure they were watching. I made sure they could see the blood on her dress, the way her hand was pressed against her stomach, the way her face was twisted in pain. Let them see. Let them whisper. Let them spread the news through the pack like fire through dry grass. The Luna had attacked the Alpha's pregnant mate. The Luna had killed the heir. By the time the sun set, every wolf in Blood Moon pack would know what Bella had done. I moved through the packhouse with Hailey in my arms and my face twisted into something that looked like grief. The performance came easily. I had been performing for years, playing the patient Alpha, the devoted mate, the reasonable leader. The rage was real, though. The cold fury that sat in my che

Ethan's POV The maps were spread across the table in my private study, their edges weighed down by glass paperweights and a silver dagger I had not bothered to move. I had been standing over them for the better part of an hour, tracing the border of Blackthron with my finger, following the route Andrew's patrols had taken. The parchment was old and worn, the ink faded in some places, the lines of the territory marked with the precision of someone who had spent hours studying them. Alexander had sent the materials himself. Detailed reports. Maps marked with the specific locations of the attacks. Witness statements from his scouts. The evidence was damning and it was all pointing in one direction. Andrew had been moving against Blackthron for months. Small attacks at first. Probing. Testing. And now the assassination attempt on me. I studied the maps and let the information settle into the shape of what I already knew. Andrew had tried to kill me. Andrew had tried to take Blackthron