Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mad Lycan King's Wrong Luna: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Author's POVThe Swanlake Alpha’s mansion had always been a place of power.Every conversation held weight. Every decision carried consequence.And this late morning, the atmosphere in the main sitting room felt heavier than usual.Alpha Swan sat at the head of the room, a glass of scotch in his hand, his expression thoughtful.Luna Swan sat beside him, composed as always, while Vanessa and Lucas occupied the seats across from them.A large screen glowed softly on the wall.Displayed on it were photos that had shaken the entire world.The Lycan king, Cassian Knight and Isabelle Quinn were officially engaged."The Knights and the Quinns…" Alpha Swan muttered, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "I didn't expect them to move this quickly."Lucas leaned back slightly, his brows drawn together. "It changes everything. It will shake the entire structure of our world…pack territories, alliances, and influence. Whoever stands close enough will reap the benefits."Alpha Swan nodded; Lucas

The sound rang too loudly in the quiet room, leaving me mortified."Don't move." Cassian's voice cut through sharply.But it was already too late. I had stepped back on instinct.A sharp sting shot through my foot.I sucked in a shaky breath, freezing in place."Don't move," he repeated.This time, I listened. I didn't dare take another step, feeling stupid like a kid caught with her hand stuck in a cookie jar.The woman didn't move either. Neither of us spoke as Cassian stood up.There was no hesitation.He simply rounded the corner, picked up a dustpan and brush, returned and crouched down.He cleared the shards quickly and efficiently. like he had done this a hundred times before.His expression was unreadable.The room felt… strange.Too quiet.Too tense.When he was done, he didn't say anything.He just walked toward me.He then bent slightly and lifted me into his arms. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.My breath caught as my arms instinctively wrapped around his

#End of Flashback# Selena's cheeks burned even now at the memory. She had accepted the arrangement, telling herself that being his bedmate was enough—that one day he might crave her the way she craved him. She had endured the clinical sex, the emotionless commands, the way he used her body without ever truly seeing her. But today, watching him care for another woman…their enemy, with such instinctive gentleness…it shattered something inside her. She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, thighs pressing together as fresh embarrassment flooded her. Even after nearly two years of sharing his bed, he had never carried her. Never cleaned up after her. Never looked at her with anything close to the storm she had glimpsed in his eyes when he looked at Isabelle. So he was capable of it… just not with her. The documents in her lap suddenly felt heavy and pointless. She was here as his secretary, yet she felt like an intruder. She strained her ears, hoping to catch some sounds f

Cassian didn't react. He looked at Ryan, unbothered… as if the hostility didn't quite reach him.Then he looked at me. "Let's get you home," Cassian said. Ryan let out a short, humourless laugh. "Yeah. With me."There was a pause."No." Cassian's tone wasn't loud, but it landed with finality. Ryan straightened, pushing off the car."You don't get to decide that."Cassian's gaze didn't waver. "I already did." A quiet silence stretched between them—tense, suffocating. It was as if they were having a staring competition.Ryan's eyes flicked to me."Isabelle. Come here."My chest tightened. Instinct told me to move. To go to him like the real Isabelle would have done, to keep up appearances as siblings. But I didn't. And that hesitation was enough. Ryan watched me, his expression hardening further."Isabelle," His voice was sharper this time.I swallowed, instinctively taking a small step forward, before my brain could catch up, and then I stopped.Because Cassian moved. It was just

Shit. I took a step back instinctively. One second, I was in front of the wardrobe door; the next second, I stepped into the shadows beside the wardrobe. My back hit the wall, my hand coming up to cover my mouth. The door handle turned again, and I stopped breathing. Ryan stepped inside. I could see him from where I stood, hidden in the narrow space between the wardrobe and the wall. He walked in slowly and paused.My breath stuttered.He knew something was wrong. My pulse roared in my ears, and I couldn't breathe.Ryan's gaze swept the room. The desk. The bed. The floor. And then his gaze stopped on the open panel. My stomach dropped. He stepped toward it, each step measured, his movements deliberate. He stopped, staring at the empty space where the diary had been. Then he let out a slow exhale, his eyes narrowing. I could tell right then that he had figured it out. He knew it was me. And that made it worse. Cold sweat trickled down my spine, my heart drumming so lou