All Chapters of Rejected Chubby Luna; Claimed By The Lycan King: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Seraphina's POVI spent the entire flight to Crestwood staring at my phone, scrolling through every message, every call log, every photo from that night, desperate to find something, anything that might lead me back to the man in that hotel room but yet nothing.No name, no number saved anywhere, no memory clear enough to even describe him beyond the vague image burned into my mind, tall, dark hair, a stranger who'd apparently been paid well enough to destroy my entire life."Come on," I muttered, scrolling further back, hoping some detail from earlier in the evening might have registered without me realizing it. "There has to be something. Anything."I scrolled through my photos next, hoping I'd accidentally captured something at the restaurant, a reflection, a face in the background, anything that could later prove useful, yet nothing but a few blurry shots of the wine glasses, the dim lighting, Emelda's smiling face across the table.I tried calling Caspian for what felt like the hu

Patrick's POVI woke before Emelda and for several minutes, I simply lay there and watched her sleep.Her face was peaceful with one hand rested near her stomach, protecting the child growing inside her.Anyone looking at us would have thought we were a happy couple but they would have been wrong.I felt nothing as I looked at her. No love. No affection and definitely no pity at all.I had never loved Emelda for once. Everything I had given her had been an act. The attention, the sweet words and the affection. The way I made her feel like she was the most important woman in my life. It had all been part of the plan.Emelda had spent most of her life wanting to feel chosen. She wanted someone who would put her first, someone who would make her feel more important than everyone else…so I became that man and It had been easier than I expected.I gave her exactly what she wanted and before long, she became emotionally dependent on me and now she couldn’t imagine her life without me; that

Patrick's POVWalking out of Caspian's office, I had to fight to keep the satisfaction off my face.He was falling apart exactly the way I needed him to, faster than I'd even hoped. A week and he was already drinking himself into a stupor, refusing food, barely functioning. By the time Adams and I were finished with him, there wouldn't be much left to salvage.This was going better than I planned.I had barely reached the palace entrance when my phone vibrated. I pulled it out and checked the message and it was from Adams. Adams: We need to talk urgently. Come now.I typed back a quick confirmation and immediately began arranging a private flight, my mind already several steps ahead, calculating what news could possibly warrant this level of urgency.My phone buzzed again almost instantly and this time it was from Emelda. Emelda: Where are you? My appointment is in two hours. You said you'd come.I glanced at the message, irritation flickering through me.Emelda: Patrick, please. I

Laura’s POVBy the time I returned to the Mercer estate, the sun was already beginning to set.I walked into the bedroom to find Maxwell pacing, running a hand through his hair over and over, his phone pressed against his ear.He looked furious and worried. "I don't care what it takes," he snapped into it. "Find out where it went today! Not tomorrow, today."He listened for a moment, his jaw tightening further."I don’t care what it takes, do it!” he barked, and hung up."Maxwell?" I asked, letting worry seep into my voice as I crossed the room. "What's wrong? You look terrible."I said as I closed the door behind me. "It's nothing," he said, though the tension in his shoulders said otherwise."It's clearly not nothing," I said, reaching for his arm. "You've been on that phone since I walked in. Talk to me. Please."He hesitated, then exhaled sharply. "Someone stole five hundred million dollars from the pack's infrastructure fund."I let my eyes widen, my hand flying to my mouth. "W

Emelda's POV"Those documents are confidential," I said. "You know that, Patrick. I have access because I'm his sister. Yes, I can view certain records because of the privileges I have as the princess but the originals require formal authorization. Caspian would know immediately if someone pulled them without clearance.""I don't care how difficult it is," Patrick said, his voice flat."Pat, you don’t understand," I said. "This is almost impossible. If I try to access the original documents without authorization, Caspian could notice. "Nothing is impossible for someone who truly wants to help her husband," he said."Is that what this is?" I asked. "A test of how badly I want you?""Call it whatever helps you sleep at night," he said. "If you truly want this marriage restored," he continued, stepping closer, "you'll find a way.""And if I can't?" I asked. "What then?""Then I suppose we'll know exactly where we stand," he said coldly.The moment I opened my mouth to argue my phone ran