All Chapters of The Lycan King Faceless Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

The man's voice stumbled slightly as he spoke."The girl who ran down the hallway is… is very important. We're looking for her."I held my breath, my back flat against the door, feeling the cold wood against my spine. My palm pressed firmly over my mouth to quiet the rushing sound of my breath in the small, dark room.For one terrifying moment, the thought that they were looking for me made my joints go stiff.But as the muffled conversation continued through the door, my muscles slowly loosened. The voice didn't belong to him. Not to the man I had spent the night with. Even though I hadn't heard him speak much, I remembered his voice. It was deep, controlled, and confident. The man outside sounded nothing like that. In fact, he sounded half-drunk, slurring his words like someone who had also gotten lost after the party and ended up in a wing of the estate where he wasn't supposed to be.My shoulders relaxed slightly. Just slightly.I kept my hand firmly over my mouth anyway, afraid e

DorianWeeks later, the situation had only deteriorated. The lack of control was affecting my focus, leaving a persistent fog over my daily duties that I couldn't seem to shake. In search of some kind of anchor, I drove out to the private estaThe library doors closed behind me with a heavy click. Martina didn’t look up from the top of the rolling ladder, her fingers tracing the spines of the leather-bound records."Greetings, mother."She froze, a heavy book balanced in her hands. When she turned, her green eyes narrowed, scanning my face before she carefully set the book on the shelf. She climbed down, each step deliberate."The Moon Goddess finally answered my wishes," she said, her voice dry as she brushed dust from her gown . "My son came to visit me today."I couldn't stay in one spot. My boots dug into the Persian rug as I paced the corners of the room, pulling a random volume from the shelf, flipping through the pages without seeing the ink, and shoving it back into the wrong

Her name was Margaux. She was twenty-four years old. She had arrived in this town with no family, no pack affiliation, and nobody beside her. She was entirely alone in the human world.I walked back to my car and gripped the steering wheel, staring out at the small town. My wolf was quiet now, its focus locked entirely on the name. Most people sought my presence for security or gain. She had nothing, yet she chose the dark hallway over my wealth. What is she running from?I put the vehicle in drive. No matter where she was, I would make sure that I didn't stop until I had found her.~~~~~~Four months had passed.Every single day followed the same exact sequence. I woke up, handled the minimal administrative tasks required to maintain my title, and then left my compound. If I chose to rest, the beast inside my chest made the choice impossible. By pacing back and forth. The only thing to keep the wolf in control was to continue the search.We would drive for hours, scan the faces on th