All Chapters of The Mysterious Lycan King Is His: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The first light from the red moon peeked through the frosty windows of the Red Moon Pack lodge. It made strange, sharp shadows dance on the old wooden floor. Alexander Grey woke up under a thin blanket. His breath puffed out in little white clouds that disappeared into the cold air. The cold went deep into his body, a feeling he knew well from a life that never had much warmth or safety. He moved slowly, feeling the muscles in his body that he had to keep hidden, the strength held back under a show of being weak. Everything he did was planned and careful; he stopped himself from using any real power. His dark hair, with streaks of silver, fell into his eyes. He pushed it back with long, pale fingers, his eyes catching the sparkle of frost on the window.The lodge was quiet, but it was a heavy quiet. It felt like the weight of all the mean thoughts that had followed him since he was born. In the corners, werewolves moved as the pack started to wake up. He heard the soft sound of feet

The morning mist hung low over the Red Moon Pack’s land, wrapping around the tall pine trees like quiet secrets. The frozen ground made a crunching sound under Alexander’s boots as he walked carefully through the open space. He took each step slowly and breathed in a controlled way. The smell of wet moss and pine needles filled his lungs, making him feel steady as he stretched his arms and moved muscles he had long worked hard to hide. His movements were exact, almost peaceful, but each one took a lot of effort. He had to keep back the power that flowed under his skin. This was tiring in a way that made his heart beat fast and his arms and legs buzz with energy he wasn't using.He had chosen this spot on purpose. It was far from eyes that watched too closely, far from the constant judging of the Red Moon Pack’s older wolves and the peers who bothered him. Here, Alexander could pretend he was alone. But still, every shadow in the clearing seemed to watch him, and every rustle of leaves

Alexander did not sleep well that night.Even after he returned to his small room behind the lodge, Caleb’s words stayed with him.Ready to be seen.Ready to be himself.Ready to be untouchable.He lay under his thin blanket and stared at the dark roof. The cold slipped through the cracks in the wooden wall, but it was not the cold that kept him awake. It was the heat in his chest. It was the way Caleb had looked at him under the red moon, as if he had not seen a weak omega at all.As if he had seen the real Alexander.That thought scared him more than the insults of the pack.By morning, his body felt heavy, but his senses were sharp. He heard steps outside his room. He smelled smoke from the kitchen fire, wet fur from the hall, and fear. It was faint, but it was there.Fear.Alexander sat up slowly.No one in the Red Moon Pack had ever feared him before.He washed his face with cold water and pulled on his old shirt. His body still remembered every move Caleb had taught him. His wol

Alexander stood frozen in the dark passage, his breath trapped in his chest as the whisper faded around him. The dead bird lay near his feet, small and twisted, with the red thread tied around its neck like a warning meant only for him.His fingers went cold.For one foolish moment, he wanted to run to Caleb. He wanted the Lycan King’s strong body between him and whatever shadow had found him. But the thought died almost as soon as it came. Caleb would ask questions, and Alexander had too many answers buried inside him.He bent slowly and picked up the bird. Its body was light in his palm, but the red thread made his hand shake. He had seen that colour before. Years ago, his mother had burned the same kind of thread over a candle flame while her sick face glowed in the weak light.She had held his wrist so tightly that it hurt. Her eyes had been full of fear when she whispered, “If you ever see this near you, Alex, do not wait for morning. Someone has seen what should stay hidden.”Th

Alexander’s breath caught.For a second, he forgot how to move. The frozen ground had betrayed him, and now the space behind the storage shed had gone silent. Marcus was waiting. Elder Rowan was waiting too.Alexander stepped back again, slower this time, but his heel touched a loose bucket. It rolled against the wall with a wooden knock.Marcus came around the shed.His eyes widened when he saw Alexander.“You,” Marcus said.Alexander did not answer. His heart was beating too hard, but he kept his face still. Running would make him look guilty. Staying might get him killed.Rowan appeared behind Marcus, his robe brushing the snow. His smile was calm, but his eyes were not.“Alexander,” he said gently. “It is rude to listen where you are not invited.”Alexander forced his voice to stay low. “I was passing.”Marcus took one angry step toward him. “Liar.”Before he could come closer, a strong scent filled the cold air. Rain. Smoke. Storm.Caleb.The Lycan King stepped from the side of t