All Chapters of The Lycan King's Fearless Little Warrior: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Elsie's POV As if the news from last night wasn’t enough to rot my soul, the next morning brought a fresh disaster. Oliver showed up at our front door, acting like the most dutiful son-in-law in the world.I watched him from the shadows of the hallway. He was dressed in a clean, pressed shirt, his hair slicked back, and a fake, charming smile plastered on his face. I knew it was all for show. I knew exactly why he had agreed to this arrangement. It wasn't love, and it certainly wasn't respect. It was because I was the only female in this entire pack who didn’t give a damn about him or his status as the Alpha’s son.Every other unmated girl spoke about him with hopeful sighs, dreaming of catching his eye. But not me. I had seen him treat people like dirt since we were pups. I was certain there was a sick satisfaction he was getting out of this. He wanted to own the one thing he couldn't charm. But was that really enough to bind himself to me forever?Completed mate bonds are no joke.

Elsie’s POV I froze in my tracks. I had always been daring, stubborn, reckless even—but this? This was beyond rebellion. If I was caught, the shame would destroy my father. But if I stayed, the mating would destroy me. Nearby, an older woman pounded grain into a mortar with exhausted arms. A crying baby was strapped to her back while two toddlers clung to her skirts. She looked hollow. Drained. Trapped. That would be me in ten years. No. The thought followed me all the way back home. Inside my room, I grabbed a scrap of parchment and scribbled a checklist with trembling hands. Chest binds. Hair cut. Scent concealer. Supplies. Twin-fang blades. Anesthetic leaves. The last item was for the warrior whose place I intended to steal. The numbers had to match. If someone simply vanished, they’d search immediately. But if a warrior overslept before departure? That was believable. I spent the rest of the day preparing while the village buzzed with excitement for tomorrow’s mati

Quinn's POVI asked for strong, hardened warriors. So why did I find myself staring down at a runt who looked like he had barely seen eighteen winters?I sat perfectly still on a thick branch of the ancient oak tree, my presence masked by the shadows and the rustle of leaves. Below me, the pup had arrived to wash. It was unusual. Most recruits usually spent their time boasting to each other or collapsed in exhaustion from the march. This one had already found the hidden stream.Earlier today, I had watched from the high platform as he saved another recruit from a charging warhorse. His reaction time was a crazy thing that didn't match his small stature. Now, as I watched him from above, he began to pull off his clothes. I immediately looked away.I had no interest in seeing his prepubescent body. I preferred these high places. They afforded me the chance to see everything while remaining hidden. I have felt like a monster for as long as I can remember. I never understood why until t