All Chapters of The Lycan King And His Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The village captain came to help, along with a few others who were sent days ago from the castle. They really needed help. We spent the day unpacking and distributing the supplies we brought while the medical team went to set up at the clinic. I made sure the packhouse pantry and cold storage were stocked with everything, and, cottage by cottage, gave them boxes of supplies. Not everyone lived at the packhouse."Thank you so much for this, Luna." A mother holding a baby said, on the verge of tears. "Can I hold him. I love babies," I said. She wiped her tears and handed me her chubby baby boy while we put the boxes into her home. She was recently married and moved out of the packhouse to have privacy with her husband. I rocked the baby a few times, thinking about whether I'll ever have the joy of being a mother. I doubted that. With a heavy heart, I gave him back to his mother. "Do you have children, Luna?" She asked, and I smiled "Not yet." "You'd make a wonderful mother." She

My heart was racing, and I could feel blood in my veins. I kissed him back urgently, with the same hunger he was kissing me. "Josie..." he murmured my name, over and over again like a melody. I felt his erection press against my stomach, and a moan escaped my mouth. I arched my hips, moving closer, wanting friction. My pussy pooled. His lips went to my neck, nibbling. "Ronan," I moaned his name. My body was hot, and I wanted more, more of everything. He was driving me crazy. "I can smell you," he whispered, breathless. I cupped his face, looking into his eyes, his eyes dark and so sexy. My lips were dry, and I wet them with my tongue. This time, I'm the one who crashes his lips on him. His fingers trailed softly down the side of my top, then inside. I wanted to explode with desire for him I felt for this lycan. This beautiful Lycan king, my husband. He was now sitting on the bed, me straddling him. Ronan caressed my leg, all the way to the top of my thigh under my skin. I was ge

Josie POV "Because of my feelings for you, human." The room suddenly felt too small. My heart was hammering. I wasn't sure I'd heard him correctly, but I think I did. Ronan was staring at me, and I didn't avert my gaze. I was wondering who he was in this moment, the man who hated me, who hated humans, the lycan king, or just a man. He had feelings for me? What did that mean? Was it feelings of hate or worse, or what I wouldn't dare hope for, love? Something was unraveling in his gaze. He didn't move, but his jaw was tight, and his hands were curled into fists at his sides, a fight raging inside him. My husband, who was technically not mine in a way that truly mattered in their world. He had a mate, Sadie. Just that reminder of that woman felt like a blade in my chest. "What do you mean?" My voice was a whisper. His gaze grew intense, bright, and burning. His throat worked. "That I have feelings for you, Josie." I swallowed. "W- What kind of feelings?" "Josie," he said,

I woke up to Ronan's quiet voice. He was talking to someone. "Have you found the boy?" he asked. "No, sir. Our scouts in the forest didn't find him. He is probably with the rogues." That was Franklin's voice. "Don't let him slip away if he ever comes again," he ordered. I heard footsteps. I didn't remember going to bed last night. I scanned the room and saw Ronan on his large desk, going through folders. He looked disheveled but very sexy. Our conversation from last night replayed in my head, and my heart broke. I told myself it was for the best, then got out of bed and started tidying up the space. He didn't look at me, even after I finished bathing and getting ready for the day. "I'm going to the kitchen. Good day," I said, my voice strange to my ears. "Breakfast," he said suddenly. I turned to see a tray sat on the table. For a second, my heart betrayed me. I hated that something as simple as him remembering to feed me could make me feel warm. I hated that I was still

Josie POV I woke before sunrise to the familiar sounds: boots pounded over gravel, and somewhere in the distance, metal clashed against metal. Life on the border never truly slept. Ronan's side of the bed was already empty. Not that he ever slept beside me. I got up, took a long bath, then went to the makeshift room we'd made for Liam. But his bed was empty, and my stomach dropped. "Liam?" I checked beneath the bed before realizing how ridiculous that was, and dashed outside. I gripped the arm of the nearest guard. "Luna, are you okay?" he asked, worried. "T- The boy, Liam. Have you seen him around?" "Oh, he's at the training ground with the king," he said, pointing me toward it, and I let out a sigh of relief. I walked calmly to the training ground. Why did I panic so much? I walked past a training warrior; others stopped to greet me or bow their heads respectfully. I spotted my boys, and my heart raced as I stared at my husband. He looked casual in a long-sleeved white