All Chapters of The Lycan King's Secret Heirs : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Caspian The fire was finally under control sometime after midnight but I barely noticed.Smoke still hung over the western side of the estate, drifting lazily across the grounds while servants and guards moved through the damaged wing. Windows had shattered, sections of the outer corridor were blackened, and several rooms had suffered enough damage that they would need to be rebuilt.None of it mattered because my entire world had narrowed to one stretch of dark water.The Silverline.We had searched it for hours.Lanterns lined the riverbank in uneven rows, their reflections trembling across the surface as guards moved farther downstream. Divers had gone into the water repeatedly despite the cold, and search parties had spread through the surrounding woods.Nothing.No body and no sign of Daisy.I stood at the edge of the river, my clothes soaked from the water that had splashed against me earlier, staring at the place where she had disappeared.My hand remained clenched around

Daisy After breakfast, we walked into town. The coastal road curved along the cliffs, with the ocean stretching endlessly beside us.Thane ran ahead, kicking little stones while Rissa held my hand.“Slow down,” I called, but he ignored me. “Thane!”“Sorry.” He stopped immediately then turned around.“Thank you.”He waited until we caught up, then he reached for Rissa's hand. She took it while I watched them walk together and smiled.It had been five years since I'd stood beside another river and believed my life was over, five years since I'd run without knowing where I was going and five years since I'd become Kaitlyn.The woman who lived here, the woman who owned the little café overlooking the sea, and the woman people knew as a quiet single mother who had arrived in town years ago with two babies and a broken-down suitcase.Nobody knew who I had been, and I intended to keep it that way.By eight thirty, the café was already busy.“Morning, Kaitlyn!” Mrs. Bell called from her u

Daisy For the next three hours, I tried very hard to pretend I hadn't heard the name.Montenegro Inc.It was just a company.A company buying waterfront property and a company with no reason whatsoever to have anything to do with me.That was what I told myself while wiping the same section of the counter for the fourth time.I glanced toward the window and a dark sedan passed along the street. Without thinking, my hand stopped moving.“Nothing.” I watched it disappear around the corner and murmured. “It was just a car.”“Get a grip, Kaitlyn.” I exhaled slowly and forced myself to look down at the counter again.The woman staring back at me from the reflection in the glass looked nothing like the girl who had once stood in a marble corridor waiting for a man to choose her.My hair was ginger and shorter now, falling just past my shoulders instead of reaching my waist. I'd stopped wearing the elaborate dresses I once hated and replaced them with simple skirts, blouses, comfortable

Caspian The moment I stepped out of the café, I knew something was wrong. I just didn't know what.I crossed the pavement without looking back, or at least, that was what I told myself.I reached the car, pulled open the rear door, and got inside. Octavian followed me and that's when I realized he'd been hovering outside the cafe door and didn't exactly come in with me. The two executives climbed in after us, immediately launching into the acquisition discussion."The council representatives have already arrived at the conference room," one of them said. "If we leave now, we'll still make the meeting with…"I didn't answer, and my gaze remained fixed on the café through the tinted window.The woman was still standing behind the counter.Kaitlyn Stones.She had looked terrified when I introduced myself. Not nervous or intimidated. There was a difference, and I knew it because I'd spent five years learning what fear looked like in the eyes of people who had something to hide.She h

Daisy By the time I unlocked the café the next morning, the sun had barely risen above the horizon.I hadn't slept much and honestly, that wasn't unusual anymore.Five years had taught me how to function on little sleep, how to wake at every unfamiliar sound, how to check the locks twice before going to bed and how to pretend I wasn't afraid when every instinct in my body told me to run.But last night had been different, because Caspian was here.He was alive, had walked into my café, stood three feet away from my children and looked at me without knowing who I was.I still hadn't decided whether that was a blessing or a curse.I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The familiar scent of coffee beans and freshly baked bread greeted me, and for a moment, I simply stood there with my hand resting against the door.This place had become my sanctuary,maybe because I built more than I was willing to admit. I'd done that from almost nothing, with two newborn babies and a level of d