All Chapters of The Lycan King Faceless Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Inside the palace

Margot The back seat of the Mercedes was quiet, but my mind was loud.Through the tinted glass, the trees along the road blurred into a dark green wall. We were getting closer to the Lycan King’s palace, and every mile made my throat feel tighter.What would happen once we went through those gates? What if Dorian asked me about Ashmere? What if he expected me to know things only my twin sister, Margaux , would know?I only had small pieces of the truth. I did not know enough about how Margaux had lived during the last three years.I took out the phone Dorian had given me. My fingers pressed the screen as I typed a message to Lucien. I did not need to look up his number; I had memorized it years ago.I am okay. For now, I will be away on business. Do not worry. When I return, I will have investors and sponsors to help silverwood pack grow. But I need a favor. Tell me everything you can about Ashmere. The people, the daily life, the local politics. Anything I should know.Lucien replie

Journey

Margaux I stepped inside the hut, pulling the wooden door shut behind me. Another day of searching the forest floor had yielded little more than a handful of wild greens. This place was isolated, a crumbling shelter deep in an unfamiliar territory where nobody knew my face. I had been surviving here on whatever the bush offered, keeping to myself, but I kept my old phone line active. It was my only link to anything.On the table, the small screen showed a single missed call..it was celia She was the one who had pointed me to this forest, offering up the old hut she used to live in before she went back to Ashmere. It was because of her that I had a place to hide when the alternative was far worse.I hit the call back button and held the receiver to my ear.She picked up on the very first ring. "Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you, Margaux.""I am so sorry," I said, leaning my back against the wall. "I went into the bush to see if I could find a rabbit or something els

The past stay where it belongs

Margaux Grey stone turrets rose high above manicured gravel paths, and men in dark uniforms stood at the intersections of the driveway, their eyes tracking the car as we passed. The scale of the grounds made the sedan feel small and out of place, like a beetle crawling across a massive stone terrace."It is a palace," Celia said, her voice quiet as she steered around a wide, circular fountain. "But you won't be in the main halls. Your work is strictly for the outer estate."The tightness that had been building in my throat began to ease. I looked away from the high, arched windows of the central building. If I was kept to the margins, there would be no formal dinners, no guests to look me in the eye, and no risk of a familiar face from Ashmere spotting me through a crowd. The fewer people who saw me, the longer I could keep the name Mara.Celia brought the car to a stop in front of a low-slung, stone-faced building set back against a row of high hedges.I opened the passenger door an

Why does it hurt?

Margaux The door clicked shut, leaving me in the quiet of the small room. I let out a long, slow breath, my shoulders dropping as the tension of the last hour finally drained away.I knelt by my canvas bag and began pulling out my few spare shirts. Near the bottom, my fingers brushed against something hard and wrapped in soft cloth.I pulled it out. It was the phone Celia had promised.It wasn't the old, battered button-phone I was used to carrying. The front was a seamless pane of glass, wide and smooth, reflecting the light from the small window. It looked modern, expensive, and completely foreign. I turned it over in my hand, staring at the dark screen."I have no idea how to use this," I muttered, setting it carefully on the corner of the wooden washstand before going back to my clothes.A sudden, sharp knock on the door made me freeze.I stood up, smoothing down my tunic, assuming the strict housekeeper had returned to give me more rules.But when I pulled the door open, a man w

In his den

Margaux The alarm on the small touchscreen phone cut through the dark before dawn. I rolled off the narrow mattress, the stone floor biting cold through my socks, and quickly pulled on my grey uniform. My neck still throbbed with a residual, dull heat from the night before, right where Margot's old burn mark sat. It was a lingering warning I couldn't shake.Remembering Garrett's warning about the five o'clock deadline, I left my room and navigated the dim, quiet corridors.Near the laundry wing, I ran into Cherry. She was shuffling along, her shoulders slouched and her eyes barely half-open. She let out a yawn so wide her jaw clicked."Good morning, Cherry," I said quietly.She rubbed her eye with the heel of her hand and blinked at me. "Morning, Mara.""You look exhausted.""I am." She leaned her head against the cool plaster of the wall for a second, letting out a heavy sigh. "I didn't get to sleep until past two.""That explains the yawn."Her eyes drifted down to the empty canvas

King

Dorian The corridor was quiet, but a slight movement near the corner caught my attention. A shadow shifted against the wall. I stopped walking and turned toward it.The person hiding there did not move. When I stepped closer, she kept her head down, looking at the floor. She had a small frame, very pale skin, and her black hair was cut into a short, straight bob that covered the sides of her face. I could not see her eyes at all behind her long eyelashes."What is your name?" I asked.She gave a small start, her shoulders pulling in. Her voice was barely a whisper. "My name is Mara."The name made something stir deep in my mind. It sounded familiar, like a word I had forgotten a long time ago. I tried to remember where I had heard it, but nothing came to me. I cleared my throat to shake off the feeling."I have not seen you around the palace before," I said."I am new," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I just started working here.""I see. You may go back to your work."The mom

Found my twin sister

Margaux The hallway outside the Lycan King’s study had been too close for comfort. After that quiet encounter in the corridor, I kept my eyes on the floor and walked quickly back to the servants' quarters. I closed the wooden door of my small room, leaning my back against it until my breathing slowed down. The silent instinct inside me was highly alert, warning me that I was playing a very dangerous game. I had come to this palace to disappear, yet I had somehow caught the attention of the Lycan King himself.For the next four days, I made sure to remain completely invisible. I memorized the times Dorian usually walked through the main halls, and I took the longest, most out-of-the-way paths to do my chores. When other servants spoke, I only nodded or gave short, polite answers. I spent my mornings in the furthest corners of the gardens, keeping my head low. It seemed to work, and the tension in my shoulders began to ease slightly as the days passed without another surprise.On the f

Place feel like home

"You are not eating much," Margot said, setting her fork down. She slid her chair a few inches closer to mine, her silk sleeve brushing against my arm.I looked at her plate. She had barely touched her food either. "I have a lot on my mind.""Is it the pack business?" She tilted her head, her dark eyes looking into mine. It was a look she had used before, meant to show she cared. "You know you can tell me. Even though we only had that one night in the city months ago, I feel like I know you so well already.""Do you?" I asked."I do," she said, her voice dropping to a softer tone. She reached across the small table and placed her hand over mine. Her skin was warm. "When we reconnected, I knew it was not just a coincidence. We belong in the same circle, Dorian. I want to help you carry the weight of this palace."I did not pull my hand away. I let her keep it there, watching the way her fingers lay over mine.She was doing everything right. She had the right face, the right smile, and

Waiting for Celia

Four days of staying in the shadows had worked. I had memorized the guards' steps, the clean-up times, and the quietest corners of the palace. I thought I was safe. Then, the rhythm broke.I pushed the wooden door of the sitting room open with my shoulder. I was balancing a silver tray with a cup of hot black coffee and a small plate of toast. I kept my chin down, looking only at the edge of the tray.But the room was not empty.Dorian was there. He was standing by the large window, his back to me.I stopped for a fraction of a second, then forced my feet to move forward. I walked to the small table near the wall and set the tray down. I made sure the cup did not slide against the metal. It took every bit of my energy to keep my hands steady.Under my uniform collar, the skin on my neck grew suddenly hot. A sharp, warm pulse flared right where my old mark was. The deep instinct inside me woke up, pulling me toward him with a strange, heavy urgency. I fought it down. I kept my shoulder

The Details

Dorian The wooden door clicked shut, and the room went completely silent. I walked to the window and pressed my hand flat against the cold glass, letting the chill seep into my palm.Inside my mind, my wolf was fighting. It was not trying to attack. It was pulling toward the door she had just walked through, desperate and loud. For twenty years, I had never needed to force my wolf into submission. We had always been in perfect sync. Now, I had to use every bit of my strength just to keep it quiet.I looked at the silver tray on the table. The coffee was still steaming.I ran through the details in my head. Short dark hair. A bent head, looking at the floor as if she had been trained by experts to avoid eye contact with authority. Hands held so still they looked stiff. She was hiding something, and she was doing it with incredible discipline.And then there was the scent. It was very faint, almost completely gone under the smell of cheap kitchen soap. But I knew it. It was the exact s

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