All Chapters of The Alpha's Wife, The Lycan King's Obsession : Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

“What do you mean, worse intentions?” Nolan pressed, his hand instinctively moving closer to where his sword hung at his side, every instinct honed through months of danger now fixed sharply on this stranger sitting before him.Corwin met his gaze steadily, understanding evident in his expression for the caution being directed at him. “Dawnbringers are sometimes hunted,” he said, “not simply for the blood or power contained within their bodies, the way men like the fallen king pursued your daughter. There are forces, older and far more patient, that seek something else entirely. They seek to corrupt a Dawnbringer’s power completely, to twist it from its intended purpose as protector and guide, turning it instead into a weapon capable of destruction beyond anything you could imagine.”“That’s a frightening claim,” Gianna said carefully, “but you offer nothing to support it beyond your own word, Corwin. Forgive me if I’m hesitant to simply accept such a warning without further proof.”“

Weeks passed in careful, demanding routine as Corwin guided Fenna and several other skilled Fae healers through the painstaking process of learning ancient protective rituals, each session requiring hours of preparation, precise understanding of symbols and incantations most of them had never encountered before, and an exhausting attention to detail that left everyone involved drained by evening.Nolan watched the progress carefully, though his focus gradually shifted from scrutinizing Corwin's teaching methods toward something closer to home, something that worried him far more directly.Gianna had grown noticeably distant over those passing weeks, spending increasingly long hours shut away in their private study, surrounded by the thick, ancient texts Corwin had brought with him from his travels, poring over faded pages filled with symbols and languages she barely understood, desperate to absorb every possible fragment of knowledge about her daughter's extraordinary destiny."You sh

Weeks passed under Fenna’s strict, careful supervision, each ritual session conducted with precise transparency now, every exchange of energy monitored and recorded, the uneasy trust between Gianna and Corwin replaced entirely by professional necessity. Despite the lingering tension, the progress itself was undeniable. Luna’s protective mark had grown steadily brighter and more defined with each passing session, the faint symbol that had once been barely visible against her tiny wrist now clearly etched, pulsing with a soft, steady golden light that seemed to grow more vibrant with every completed ritual.Nolan continued watching Corwin’s every move throughout this entire process, his earlier trust never fully restored despite the old man’s apparent cooperation with their newly imposed conditions. He attended nearly every session himself, standing silently near the doorway, his gaze sharp and unwavering, cataloging every word Corwin spoke, every gesture he made during the increasingly

Nolan listened to the remainder of Tilda's confession with growing, sick dread, the full scope of their security failure becoming painfully clear with every additional detail she provided. She described the hooded stranger in careful detail, his voice always carefully disguised, his face kept hidden beneath heavy fabric regardless of the weather, meeting her always in the busiest, most anonymous corners of the settlement's market square where their exchange could easily blend into the ordinary crowd of shoppers and traders."You never saw his face at all?" Nolan pressed. "Not once, in all these months of meetings?""Never," Tilda confirmed, her voice still shaking with fear and shame. "He was careful, always. I assumed it was simply caution given the secretive nature of what we were doing, but now I understand it must have been something far more deliberate.""How much have you told him?" Gianna asked, her voice tight with controlled fury as she thought of every private moment, every

Nolan reached the healer a single heartbeat before Gianna could, his entire body moving on pure instinct rather than conscious thought, closing the distance between himself and the blade now arcing toward his daughter with a speed that seemed to defy his own understanding of what his body was capable of.He slammed into the healer's side with the full, violent force of his momentum, the collision sending both of them crashing hard to the cobblestone ground, the blade skittering away harmlessly from her grip as the impact knocked it loose. The nurse stumbled backward with Luna still cradled protectively in her arms, the infant letting out a startled, frightened cry at the sudden commotion but otherwise entirely unharmed.Nolan pinned the healer beneath him, his hands gripping her wrists with punishing force, fury radiating off him in waves so intense the soldiers surrounding them hesitated to immediately intervene, uncertain whether to pull him off or simply let him finish what instinc