All Chapters of The Lycan King's Secret Heirs : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DaisyThe smell of pine and expensive cologne always made my stomach turn, but tonight it was suffocating. The Hall was draped in silver and black silk for the Lunar Awakening. It was the night every shifter in the Blood Moon pack waited for. The night the future Alpha turned twenty five and finally claimed his position.I was on my knees, scrubbing a wine stain out of the white marble floor that some drunken warrior had left behind. My hands were raw from the cold water, and my back ached, but I didn't dare stop. Being wolfless meant you were either useful or you were a target. Usually, I was both."Look at this mess. You really are pathetic, aren't you?"I didn't have to look up to know it was Bella. My stepsister stood there in a dress, her blonde hair perfectly curled. She was the pack's darling, the one everyone assumed would be the next Luna."I’m almost finished, Bella," I whispered, keeping my head down."That’s 'Future Luna' to you, brat," she snapped. She reached out with he

Daisy's PovThe morning sun felt like a spotlight on my guilt. I woke up tangled in dark silk sheets. The heavy weight of an arm was draped across my waist. Caspian was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. In the daylight, the black ink creeping up his neck looked even more dangerous.I carefully slid out from under his grip. My body ached in ways I did not want to think about. Last night was a blur of heat, claiming, and a primal desperation that still made my blood hum. But the madness of the night was fading, and reality was crashing down fast.I grabbed his oversized shirt from the floor and buttoned it up. I needed water. I padded barefoot into the massive living room. That was when I saw it.On the glass coffee table, resting next to a half empty crystal decanter, was a thick manila folder and the latest issue of a global shifter magazine.The cover featured two men in sharp black suits. Caspian and his identical twin brother. The headline made the air

Daisy The palace was in controlled chaos, and for the life of me, I didn't know what to think of it. Servants rushed through the corridors with bolts of black silk and silver threaded veils draped over their arms, while guards stood straighter when I passed, bowing low enough that their foreheads nearly touched the marble floors. Like that wasn't enough, the air also buzzed with whispers.“She’s lucky.” someone muttered when I passed the lower hallway. “She’s shameless.” another person has quipped while I was going up the stairs. “One night and she caught both twins.”I kept my spine straight and my face blank, even as their words scraped across my nerves.Lucky. They thought I was lucky? If they only knew.Every step toward Nathan’s father’s chambers felt heavier than the last. That room had always been the most comfortable in the pack house, wide windows, carved oak panels, with the faint scent of old cedar and authority, now it belonged to them.To Caspian and Octavian I tol

Seven Daisy By the time they came for me, I had already stopped trying to understand what my life had turned into. Hands touched me before words did.“Stand,” one of the maids said gently, though her grip on my arm was firm enough that refusal wasn’t really an option.I let them lead me through corridors that no longer felt familiar, past walls that had watched me grow up as nothing, and were now watching me be turned into something else entirely.Something I didn’t recognize.The room they took me to was warm, too warm if I was being honest. Steam curled lazily from a large porcelain tub set in the center, with petals floating across the surface like decoration for a ritual I hadn’t agreed to.“Undress her.” one of the maids muttered behind me, and I stiffened for half a second, and then I went still, because this wasn’t about modesty anymore. It wasn’t about dignity.It was about survival.Soft hands moved efficiently, peeling my clothes away piece by piece. No one lingered. No

Daisy For a moment, all I could hear was my own breathing. It was sharp, uneven and too loud in the silence that followed the violence.Nathan’s groans faded into the background, the metallic scent of blood thick in the air, but none of it mattered, because Caspian turned to me.His attention locked onto me like everything else in the world had ceased to exist. It wasn't a passing glance or something lesser. His eyes locked on me like something fragile he would miss if he blinked..I felt the air tense immediately, like something had just been claimed without words. His gaze dropped to my arm, to the blood, to the way my fingers trembled despite my attempt to stay still, and then he moved.One second he was standing over Nathan, the next he was in front of me, dropping to a knee like the ground belonged to him.My breath caught as his hand came up, fingers closing around my chin, not rough, not gentle either. His touch was firm and warn as he tilted my face toward him, forcing me t