All Chapters of The Lycan King's Fearless Little Warrior: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Elsie's POV Quinn immediately released my hand, and I threw myself into her tight embrace, finding her familiar, warm scent very comforting. My mother started crying softly against my shoulder."How could you leave home like that?!" she sobbed, pulling back to smack my shoulder lightly. "How could you? You could have died out there!"I pulled away, offering her a sheepish smile. "Well, I didn't. I trained hard as a warrior and fought in the war. I even met my mate."I gestured grandly toward Quinn. To my shock, Quinn gave a small, genuine smile that nobody would ever expect from the supposedly ruthless King. He extended his hand forward politely.My mother placed her hand in his, and he shook it gently. "Pleasure to meet you. I am Quinn."I stared at him with my mouth slightly open. What? How could he be so biased?! He was making a charming effort to treat my mother nicely while he had almost crushed my brother into the dirt an hour ago!Their hands dropped, and my mother actually bl

Elsie's POV Our lips and tongues danced seductively together, the heat between us rising fast, before Quinn reluctantly pulled away.He rested his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my mouth. "We will pick it up from here later. Let me see your room."I blinked at him, amused. "My room, of all things? Pretty sure it has been repurposed by now.""Well, there's only one way to find out," Quinn said smoothly.He pulled me up from the chair and waited patiently until I let out a dramatic sigh, leading the way down the narrow hallway. A nervous knot fluttered in my stomach—it was definitely strange and a little surreal having the formidable Lycan King standing in my childhood home, about to step into my old bedroom.I pushed the door open and peered inside. To my surprise, it was mostly still the way I had left it. It had simply been tidied up a bit and kept clean regularly, likely by my mother.Quinn stepped in behind me, his large frame instantly making the room feel much sm

Quinn’s POV I had kept that memory locked away for so long that I was not sure I could open it without it hurting.Elsie waited. She did not push me. She sat on the bench with her hand resting on my thigh, the way she did when she wanted me to know she was still there, and she looked at me with those pretty brown eyes that never let me hide for long.“Her name was Xena,” I said finally.“Xena,” Elsie repeated, testing the sound of it. She did not look pleased.“She is the daughter of my aunt’s brother-in-law. Which means she is no blood relation to me at all. But we showed up at the same gatherings every winter, and we were close from the time we were young pups. By the time I was seventeen, we were meeting in secret.” I looked down at my hands. “We were both certain we would be told we were family if anyone found out. Our families had always spoken of us like cousins. So we kept it quiet, and we told ourselves that was the only way.”“That sounds lonely,” Elsie said softly.“It was.

Quinn’s POV The capital was larger than I remembered, or perhaps it only seemed so because I was seeing it through Elsie’s eyes.She sat very straight on the bench beside me, her hands folded in her lap, her gaze moving over the stone walls, the watchtowers, the wide road that led up toward the palace on the hill. Her lips were pressed together. I could feel her nerves through the bond like a thin, fast drumbeat under my ribs.“Relax,” I said quietly.“I am relaxed.”“Your shoulders are up near your ears.”“They are not.”“They are, and you are going to give yourself a headache if you keep clenching your jaw like that.”She shot me a glare, but her shoulders came down a fraction.We had reached the outer gate just before sunset. The sky above the walls had turned the colour of a bruised plum, and the lamps were being lit along the street. We were not stopped by any patrol guards—maybe they had relented now that the war was over. I pulled the hood of my cloak forward, tugged it low ov

Quinn’s POV The Wolf Hall was so full of nobles that I could barely see the far wall. They rose the moment I entered and bowed low, a sea of silk and velvet and jewelled brooches, and I walked the length of the room between them with my back straight and my expression carefully blank. I heard whispers rise and fall behind me like waves. I heard someone say ‘Your Majesty’. I heard someone else say, quite clearly, that I looked thinner and paler than a King ought to, and I felt a flicker of irritation but I did not turn around. My advisors were waiting at the high table. Dane stood at the front, his quill still in his hand, with a pile of papers stacked at his elbow. Beside him, Logan had his arms folded and his jaw set, looking as though he would have liked to be anywhere else. Hunter, Jasper, Dane and Logan worked with me here at the capital with both administrative and physical duties. Other Commanders and warriors of the Iron Hold were also permitted to serve in the capital if