บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Wife, The Lycan King's Obsession : บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

The morning after arrived soft and golden, sunlight filtering through the curtains in warm streaks across the bed. Gianna stirred slowly, a pleasant soreness settling into muscles that had been thoroughly used the night before, a satisfied warmth still lingering in her chest as the memories of the previous hours drifted through her mind.She reached out instinctively, expecting to find Nolan beside her, and frowned when her hand met only empty sheets, the space where he'd been lying now cool to the touch.Disappointment tugged at her briefly, though she pushed it aside and forced herself upright, stretching carefully before making her way to freshen up. Her stomach growled loudly in the quiet of the room, reminding her how famished she actually was after everything her body had endured over the past several days.Breakfast together sounded perfect. She dressed quickly and made her way out into the corridor, expecting to find Nolan somewhere nearby, perhaps already seated at the table

When Nolan prepared to leave for the council meeting later that afternoon, Gianna made her intentions clear.“I’m coming with you,” she said, already reaching for a shawl to drape over her shoulders.Nolan glanced at her, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features, though he didn’t argue. “Are you certain? These meetings can grow tense, and given everything you’ve just been through—”“I’m certain,” she said firmly.He nodded, offering his arm, and together they made their way to the council chamber, where the various members had already begun gathering, their conversations quieting the moment Nolan entered the room. Gianna took her seat beside him, straightening her posture despite the exhaustion that still lingered somewhere in her bones.Some of the council members greeted Nolan with genuine warmth, relief evident in their expressions at seeing their king restored to health after the terrifying uncertainty of recent weeks. Others, however, wasted no time diving into matters of mo

Gianna reached for Nolan’s arm, attempting to pull him back before he could deliver another blow, but Elias, despite his bloodied and battered state, refused to remain silent.“You’re pathetic,” he spat, blood dribbling from the split in his lip as he glared up at Nolan with what remained of his defiance. “The great Lycan King, unable to find a solution to his own curse for years, forced to depend entirely on a woman to save him. A bitter weakling hiding behind his wife’s sacrifice.”The words landed exactly as Elias intended, striking at something raw and vulnerable in Nolan’s pride, and Gianna felt him tense beneath her grip, fury radiating off him in waves so intense it seemed to fill the entire corridor.“Nolan,” she said quickly, tightening her hold on his arm.He surged forward anyway, his hand shooting through the bars again, and it took every ounce of her strength combined with the desperate urgency in her voice to finally halt him.“Nolan, stop! Please!”He froze, chest heavi

Gianna spun toward Nolan immediately, her earlier warmth cooling into something far more accusatory. “Did you invite a woman into our chambers?” she demanded. “Why would there be someone in our private space, Nolan?”Nolan’s expression shifted instantly into something defensive, his hands raised slightly as though to ward off whatever accusation was about to be leveled at him.“I have no idea who that woman is,” he said quickly. “I never invited anyone into our chambers, Gianna, I promise you that.”Without waiting for further discussion, he turned to the nearest guard stationed along the corridor.“Bring her back here,” he commanded. “I want an explanation.”The guard hurried off after the mysterious woman, and within minutes returned escorting her back toward them. Up close, her beauty was even more striking than Gianna had first noticed from a distance, delicate features framed by soft waves of dark hair, her expression carrying a calm, respectful demeanor despite the obvious tensi

Gianna's protests echoed down the corridor, half-hearted laughter tangled into every word of complaint."Put me down," she said, pounding a fist lightly against his shoulder. "Nolan, I mean it. I'm perfectly capable of walking."He didn't so much as slow his stride, his arms secure beneath her, an infuriating grin fixed on his face the entire way. Servants they passed averted their eyes respectfully, though Gianna caught more than one hiding a smile at the sight of their king carrying his very pregnant, very indignant wife through the halls like she weighed nothing at all."Nolan.""I heard you the first time," he said, unbothered."Then why haven't you put me down?""Because you'll only walk slower than I want you to," he said simply, "and I have plans for the rest of this evening that don't involve waiting."She gave up the fight somewhere around the third corridor, letting her head rest against his shoulder instead, secretly, though she'd never admit it aloud, rather enjoying the w