All Chapters of The Lycan King's Fearless Little Warrior: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Elsie’s POV The third day was the day I was meant to be introduced to the court. I had been dressed since dawn. The helpers had laced me into a deep blue gown with silver thread along the sleeves and a high collar that pressed uncomfortably against my throat. My hair had been pinned into a crown of braids, and a thin silver circlet sat on top, and every time I moved my head, I felt the weight of it. “You look like a doll,” Tate would have said, if he had been here. I was glad he was not. I would never have heard the end of it. I was led to the doors of the place they called the Wolf Hall, which really was a tacky name. They couldn't have thought of something better? The doors opened, and the room went silent. It was a long, grand space, with tall windows along one wall and banners hanging from the ceiling. The floor was black and white marble, polished so highly that I could see my own reflection, and the nobles stood in rows on either side, a sea of rich colours and sharp

Elsie’s POV The Wolf Hall was packed to the doors on the morning of the debate.I had never seen so many people in one room. Nobles filled every bench, and the rows of standing courtiers stretched all the way back to the doors, and guards had been posted at every window to keep the crowd from spilling out into the corridors. Someone had hung fresh banners from the rafters, deep blue and silver, and the smell of incense was so thick that I could taste it.I sat in my chair on the dais beside Quinn, and looked at Lord Ashby.He was standing at a lectern across the hall, a little way from the high table, with a pile of notes at his elbow and a self-satisfied expression on his face. He had changed into a dark green coat with heavy gold embroidery at the cuffs, and the ring on his finger caught the light every time he moved his hand.Logan had been chosen as the moderator. He stood at the centre of the floor, with a small bell in his one hand and an hourglass on a stand at his side.“Each

Elsie’s POV Hunter and Jasper came to see Quinn that evening.I was in the library when a young guard named Brennan came to tell me they had finished conversing and both Commanders would like to see me. I was halfway through a book, and almost did not get up. But Brennan looked so pleased with himself that I put the book down and followed him.Jasper was sitting by the shelf in the room. He stood as soon as he saw me, and bowed, very formal.“Your Majesty,” he said.“Commander Jasper,” I said with a smile. “How was the capital when you first arrived?" Jasper blinked slowly. “It was overbearing. Everyone wanted to know where the King was and what happened to him. The other Commanders and I had to convince them that he wasn't dead. Thank you, Your Majesty, for staying with the King and saving him.”“Of course, he is my mate.”He nodded, then his stern face softened. “I am glad you are also well.”Hunter was standing by the door with his back against the frame, and he had not come any

Elsie’s POV The mating ceremony was held in the Moon Garden, at the top of the palace hill, under a sky so clear that the stars looked close enough to touch.I had been dressed since the middle of the afternoon. The helpers had spent three hours on my hair alone, pinning and curling and weaving silver ribbons through the braids until my head ached. My gown was the colour of pale cream, with a deep blue sash across the chest and long sleeves that were embroidered with tiny wolves and moons. It was heavier than anything I had ever worn, and when I looked in the mirror, I hardly recognised the female staring back at me.“You look like a queen,” said Ana, who had been allowed to help me with the last of the pins.“I feel like a bundle of flour,” I said, and she giggled.My family had arrived that morning. I had not been sure they would come. The journey from the Sunset Pack was long, but when I walked into the kitchens for breakfast, my mother was standing at the far end of the room with

Elsie’s POV Two months after the coronation, I was the size of a small house and I had never been happier.My feet were swollen, my back ached from sunrise to sunset, and I had given up on wearing anything tighter than a loose linen gown. The court seamstresses had made me three new ones in pale green and dove grey, and Quinn had told me, very seriously, that I looked like a summer meadow. I had thrown a cushion at him. He had caught it and kissed my forehead and told me that meadows were beautiful, which only made me throw another.The pups were restless. They kicked at my ribs at night and rolled over at odd hours, so that I would wake with a start and find Quinn already awake beside me, one hand spread across my belly, waiting for them to move again.“They’re doing it again,” he would whisper, in a voice full of wonder.“They’re doing it because they know you’re listening,” I would say, and he would laugh softly and fall back asleep with his hand still there.But the days were min