Alle Kapitel von The Lycan King's Fearless Little Warrior: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

Elsie’s POV I had been pestering the head healer for hours, begging her to tell me what possible consequences there might be if my heat got forcefully suppressed. But the old woman wasn't being very generous with her responses.She only offered reassuring, vague statements like, "It will be completely fine, child," or "Nothing permanently damaging," and "You will survive it."I didn't like what the word ‘survive’ connotes at all. To me, surviving just meant you would come terribly close to dying, but then somehow manage not to actually die. Something awful like that.My only real comfort—and the single thing keeping my rising rage in check—was the fact that I could faintly feel our bond humming in my chest. Through it, I knew the King was greatly disturbed right now, whether by these new developments, what he felt forced to do, or both. Who knew which it really was with him?The head healer had gotten straight to work, throwing dried roots and leaves over a small fire in a clay pot.

Quinn's POV "Enter," I responded.Hunter stepped inside. I continued writing vigorously on the parchment, waiting for him to state his business. But Hunter just stood there in silence for several long seconds.I paused my quill and looked up. Hunter was standing near the desk, holding a small, folded piece of paper that looked distinctly like a letter.I held out my hand to receive it, my brow furrowing. "Which pack is this message from?"Hunter stepped back slightly, making a weird, uncharacteristic face.I curled my lips in annoyance, taking the letter and unfolding it. I received a healthy dose of shock the second my eyes landed on the very first line.‘Dear Quinn,’Someone had used my given name. There were not many people who could."It's from Elsie," Hunter said, breaking the silence. "She gave it to me outside her tent just now. Goodnight, Your Majesty."Without waiting for a response, Hunter turned and immediately left the tent.Elsie?? What in the Goddess's name was she up t

Elsie’s POV He stopped beneath the low branches of his favorite ancient tree, and I came to a halt a good distance away, still refusing to look in his direction.He waited in silence for a moment before saying tonelessly, "Come here."I reluctantly dragged my feet closer, though I still made sure to leave a generous amount of space between us."Closer," he said testily.I narrowed my eyes at him and took another petty half-step forward. Before I could take another, he lost his patience. Reaching out, he grabbed the front of my sweater and forcefully pulled me forward until I was standing barely two feet in front of him.I peered up into the shadow of his hood. Seeing my movement, he reached up and pushed the dark fabric back, letting it fall onto his shoulders. I sucked in a quiet breath, blown away all over again by just how ridiculously good-looking he was. Whatever.I cleared my throat, forcing a neutral tone. "Yes, Your Majesty? You asked me to follow you.""That is not what you

Author’s POV "What are you doing just evading attacks?!" Gamma Willow barked out loud, his sharp voice cutting through the trees. "Defend, but also attack!"The older male rolled his thick neck, reaching behind his back to pull out his legendary broadsword—a blade that had defended the borders of the Sunset pack for decades. It had drunk the blood of hundreds of enemies, and it was about to drink a whole lot more today.Gamma Willow stabbed downward with brutal precision, burying the steel through the rogue who was dizzyingly trying to stand back up. He pulled the blade out in one smooth motion, slick with dark blood.Dalton decided to stop spectating and focus on his own survival, trying to take a quick head count of how many rogues were bursting out from the trees. By the time he counted ten, he gave up trying to keep track. This was life and death now.He had no idea why a horde of rogues would be after them. It wasn't as if they were carrying any valuable cargo or gold.Four rogu

Quinn's POV I rubbed my forehead in despair, feeling a dull ache building behind my eyes. I already had far too much on my plate without adding my commanders finding out about Elsie to the chaotic mix. No, I simply could not deal with this disaster right now.I still had to prepare a secluded location for Elsie to spend her heat cycle, even if the head healer's modified herbs managed to suppress the worst of its intensity. It had to be somewhere secure, far enough away from the main camp, and easily accessible for the healer to suffuse the air with scent-masking herbs.I turned on my heel, intending to walk away and deal with the plans, but Dane’s sharp voice bled through the quiet forest air. "Your Majesty!"I shut my eyes tight for a brief second. So much for escaping this conversation.I quickly schooled my features into a cool, impassive mask and turned back around, giving Dane a questioning look.Dane crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes wide. "Don't look at me like that,